The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-03-31
been singing little song the night be-
fore at the chateau.

peeu Singing little song the night be
fore at the chateau,
i .Sus Raves riea me dire. pourquoi vsah .uprs
it went. Dreams said nothing to he,
now. She looked at them in 4 sort o.
| despair as they went by.
/ "Why does ho como, Why DOES he
Gomez" sighed the little thing, cling
Ing to the iron crank. "Why ~,
haunted like this {" She felt ~ if il
was crael-yes, cruel of Fate to noek
her apdtsmpther thus F.; to have brought
tue fruit, sweet, and ';pe, and tempting
to: her lips, and to whisper at the same
{ time cruel warnir ss: "This il for 9TH
ers, not you This is for the other
Catharine, Who does not very much
care-ihis will be for him so.ne day
when he chooses. Do you wish? You
may Wish and wish, you will be no
nearer; put out your hand, and you
will see all these beautiful purple,
sweet peaches turn into poisoning ber-
ries, bitter and sickening. And yet 1
did not go after it" thought the girl,
with passionate movement. "Why
does this come to me, crossing my path
to distract, to vox, to bewildcr 2" Cath
arlue was but child still: she leaned
over the old moss-grovn parapet Of the
vel! and let her tears drop deep, deep
into it. What still passage it was
down iuto the cool heart of tho earth.
! She heard fresh bubble of water rip-
ping At the bottom, and she watched
her tears as they fell sparkling into the
dark silent depths. "Nobody will fnd
them there she said to herself, smil-
ing sadly at the poor little conceit. II
will never cry again if can help it,
but if cannot help it will come here
to cry"
And yet this poor little helpless, sor-
rowiul love Of Catharine's was teaching
and educating her, although she did
not know it. She was only ashamed of
it. The thought that they suspected
it, that it was no chance which had
caused them all to avoid Dicks name.
SO carefully, made her shrink with
shame. The poor little, vistful, silly
thing, with the quick little ancies and
warm tender heart, was changing day
BY day, making discoveries, suddenly
understanding things she read, words
people spoke. The whole pulse of life
seemed to be bAstiDg more quickly.
Something had come into her face
which was no: there year ago. She
was thinner, and the moulding Of her
two arched brows showed Is it had not
done before. Her little round mouth
was longer and more finely drawn her
eyes looked more straightly in the face
through their soft gloom. She got up,
hearing voices and footsteps approach.
ing; it was tie children, who came
running along the pathway.
Henri was holding great big nose
gay, done up in stamped paper. 1t
was chiefly made Of marguerites, sort.
ed into wheels, red, white and orange
violet. 1t was prim-looking offering,
with leaves and little buds at regular
intervals; as Nature never intended
them to grow.
"This is for youw cried little Hen
ri, triumphantly. "This beautiful biz
bouquet. Toto and NJ: Fontaine have
brought it. You will let me smell it,
won't you ?''
"The flowers are magnificent" said
Mamie, following painting and indig-
| uant. 'sM. Fontaine confided them n
me; but Henri seized it and ran swav
do not Ike rude little boys.'
"You must tell Monsieur Fontaine T
am very much obliged to him." said
ca'harine. "And you can put it in
water if you like, Nannie.'
"You must thank HIM yourself"
said the little girl, walking beside her.
IL koow you like ,nargueritez. Ycu
wore some in your hair last night.
They look pretty with your white mus
lin dresses"
Catharinc followed the children sad-
'y, walking under the song Of birds and
the glimmering green branches. She
would have escaped, but Madame de
Tracy, with Monsieur Fontaine and
Toto, came to meet them; the chate-
lame was calling out cheerfully aud
waving her parasol.
| Fontaine sprang forward. He look
ed spruce as usual in his white dress :
his Panama was in his hand; he wore
double eye-glass like JeaL de Tracy.
"We are proud, mademoiselle, that you
honor us by accepting the produce Of
our little garden" said Fontaine
''Toto and I cultivate our flowers with
some care, aud We feel more than re.
, paid :"
"Thsnk YOU" interrupted Cathariuc
mechanically. She spoke, looking
away over the wall At some poplar
) trees that were swaying in the wind
1t brought with i. sound Of the sc.
that seemed to fill the air.
"Accustomed as you must be to th'
magnificent products Of your Chatswor
aud Kieus," said Fontanins, "our poo
i marguerites must seem very insignii
u cant. Such as they are, wo have gath
J cred our best TO offer vou.''