The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-04-07
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"Monsieur Richard, you also get
down here" said Petitpere, growing
impatient al tie horss's head, for Dick
delayed and stood t.lting to Rsine:za
The,tko bsd been llone @.:h Jtotste
1in tie eartioff ! minute. nov "a, Rickad
ltook KsiaSs unwilling 'htbda ii his,
1'and 1ooked% her fxsalj Il hs hsss; bat
Big 0hiy s!sia, ia "a fesS fsesS III; ili1;aidssim5slle
fRRe,, is Il &c ,tf 50 's a'~o's ad' Ct
kaihss seemed 70 hesitate, ':Aa te-
| voir, she faltered At last, in the p.r
thetic voice, and she looked sway
Ca:harlne was safely landed down
below, and heard nothing. "He csme
because be could not help it." she vas
saying to herself over and over agnn.
For the first time : wild wondering
thrilFof hope came into her head. 1t
was certainty while it lasted-she
never afterward forget that minute.
She stood outside the iron gate, the
moon was rising palely, the evening
seemed to thrill With sudden tremor,
the earth shook under her feet. While
it lasted the certainty VS. oomplete, the
moment was perfect. How many such
are there even in the most prosperous
lives? This one minute lasted dnhl
the s. eart asa aaFoys 'l,s away; 81. se.,s ,sy y..~
+ A CsthaaEiaeM t!a M M.nd PIX vsre v.lfing
slowly across tie eourt tosether, he
STOPPED short. ct "1 Know tusa Il e.p tldst
y1eu, Miss Giseoigs.' b IA: ..l5 d. vi
think yop must have guessed how
things are With me, and !, blight l6ok
came INTO bis face, "Pray' Do not say
any thing here: Rsine is a xhousand
times TOO good for me- he said: With
shake in bis voice, "or for them, aud
they wouldn't understand ; and I ant
..de1q to mary Any yet, :, but + fpq.l ! shall
xiq Vi !. hes is tine: Der 9 Miss Mis- George,
,kanpx; y ysa ys,'s Hi|l u Fsep ri r. seeist We
have always been friends, have we
not ?' and he held 3ant . 1t his hand.
es," Catharine saiil IN : dreamy
sort Of way, as il she Vas thinkiing of
something else; Friends! + love is
the kith, thsp friendship p:l,. i t4e II charity
.ot life: Catharipe said >es very softly,
very gently, and puf,h'eFE ''' hand into ! bis,
and then went away into the, house.
There was no bitterness in her heart,ho
pang Of ysuity wounded just then on
ly an ine1presabls sadness had sue
ceeded that instant Of foolish, mad
certainty. The real depth, and tsatb,
and sweetness of her nature seemed
stirred end brought to light by the blow
which had shattered tho fisil tabric.ehe
had erected for he.seE :: But when she
went UP stairs into her room, the, FIRST
thing she saw vas the: great uosse.y of
marguerites which: the children had
placed upon her table, spd then shebe-
gan to ery.~fo> aai''} .eo1H ,, as
She Was quite calm when she aeame
down; again: Dick tried to speak to
her again, but he was somehow envel-
oped by Madame de T1eeyI, Who Vas all
the more glad to see him because she
had written 70 him not 70 come.
=, After dinner they AL began e dance
again; as they mad done the night be-
fore, and Marthe weat to the piano and
began: to play for them. ,Ernestiue
would have liked, il possible, that all
the gentleman should have danced with
her, but that could not be so she was
content to let the two little demoiselles
de Vernon share in the amusements.
Dick came aud asked Miss George to
dance, but che shook her head, and
said she was tired. The little ball lasted
some ten minutes perhaps, and ended
as suddenly as it had begun. Marthe
closed the piano with a sigh: she had
very brilliant and supple fingers, and
played with grace and sentiment !; it
was sort Of farewell 70 which they
had allsbeen ;;dapeings' Ernestine put
one hand into her husbands arm, and
one into Dicks. :'Come,' y she said,
dragging them out through the open
window, haa s3s4 b lis: .hsg:s~
il ~Jsauessel jeunesss !''saidthe coun-
tess kindly to Catharias~s skss5oang
people went scamperiog snd. auste.ing
acroas the grasssasd diAppsssain the
winding walks Of ofAbssgaRdan.asOsihar-
iae Ans ysredg gvitha Efaiatss snile Ma
dame de- Tracy tosknpths nssnPaPer,
and drew her chair 70 thss aanR sand
then itawass that Csthasdnsaid 4aietly
out.pfthe rooms s,d serspt@sb.g7ahe
tfreat sot the Aaase, nd das.da0B:b began
flying down thaassc,slo thszss,aight
Ftssrr.,es Ealk. fsan shsness shsl could
lisees tie seayleeasAiaa y eiilzess qadsrs.the
vast purple s4 A|.llF: dqRs sofa eigAts3 1t
yxaas fnll neon q ,i ,azain ssxsAll. the. Light
kripplked over tie: county. s4 k. tn, old pots
!oosad on the paarape. 2 rs seres turse1< to silver.
The trees 81 lsAh!iiz4ersd, i and scanned to
shake hex the moonlight from their stvigs
.nd branches: Oaee ths. shr%way
voices reached her through the silence
but poor little Cathazins only sliysred
when she heard them. She falts % ut
terly forsak'en, q and DC out Of tune ..d h.r-
mony 10 this vast harmony, that she
found herself elin1eing I 70 the old, pot
with the lichen creeping up up tho, outer
fn1no ond orv;nne.n1 n.v:n. a. :f h.,