The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-03-10
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:: by MISS THACKERAY.
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CHAPTER VII.

Meanwhile Catharine's fate was set
tied, and Mrs: Butler. came e into th,
schoolroom next morning, to apnouue.
it. "A sort Of feeling came over her
poor child, that it was her ,death.war
rant which this gracious. lady in ,,blacl
silk robes was announcing in particu
lar]y bland, encouraging tone Of voice
What had she done =? against whom hat
she conspired Of what treason was sh,
guitty?' :: .~ :,
"oh, why am I to go?' said Catha
rire, looking up very pale from he,
book With round, dark, startled eyes. -:
Even Mrs. Buffers much preoccu
pied heart was touched by the LITTLE
things helpless, woe-beggone appeal.
"You have always been quite invalu
able to me, my dear diss George, ! isnd1 u
l shall miss you excessively, but it !.
sincerely in your own interest that I an
recommending this step to you" Mrs
Butler said, not 5unkindly,. .:.'*': ~
"Oh no, no" said Catharine, sfeeb1y
clutchlng at the table. cover. ''This h
too far; I can not speak French. !
could not bear to be aWay, to leave nv
sisters, every body!" Ana she sud-
denly burst out crying. "Ob,, I am 50
silly, 50 sorry" she sobbed, "for Of
course I must leave, if you wish it" ,
"Pray,; my dear Miss George" said
Mrs. Butler, still kind, yet provoked,
do not distress yourself unnecessarily.
You are really quite blind, or this oc.
cssion, to: your own advantage" (and
this was thing that was almost in.
comprehensive to Mrs. Butler.) "For-
give me for saying SO, but I do think II
is your duty Gas it is that Of every ono
of us) TO make the best Of ciroumstan.
ces, particularly when there is an in.
crease Of salary and an excellent oppor'
tunity for improving in French. 1 do
seriously recommend you to think my
sister-in-law'ss proposal well over, and. to
consult your friends
:: And the messenger Of fate hastened
of to her davenport. and poor ,Catha
rine sat crying, with the tears dripping
over the page. ~, =,
| No, no, no; she could not bear to g
tossing about all alone in the world; il
was too hard, too hard. What was she
to 60? who would tell her what sh'
was to do? Once a wild thought came
to her: Of asking Dick to help her; b,
was kind-he would not let them sen,
her away. Why were I they driving r.
from their door! What had she done
what iirdeed? A swift terror jarre'
through her beyond the other sad com
plex emotions that we're passing in dis
order through her mind. Gould the,
think, could they imagine for one min
ute? The little pale face began I
burn. and the eyes to fash, and he
: hands seemed to grow cold with ho1
ror; but no, no, it was impossible
They could not read her heart; and
>: they did, what was there for. them I
see! They were worldly, hard people
they did not know what friendsh,
} meant, how faithful it could be, 10
long it could last, how much it we
ready to give, bow little it required
And then, after atime,Y q revulsion can
and she felt as if all she wanted was
go-to go away and hide her he'
from them all. Il it were not f
Rosy and Totty, she !: did i{l:1,t not e. care VII
was to come. (. :....:<,, =. 49,. .
She went to bed that night with
& heart aching. duly, and she dreamt 81
dreams until the morning came; q.
then, as Mrs. Butler: advised, Cath
. rins thought:sof consulting her friend
ral She walked down to Kensingtou
y Mrs., Martineale's school, where b
two chief ADVISERS were to be foun
!" and she wrote = couple Of notes, Viii
she posted on her wsy-one was:
lady, Farebrother, at Tunbzidge Wei
1 who belonged: to the religious eomnu
1ty there the other was to Mrs. Buck.
ton, who MAS staying At Brighton
~~- her health. 8. It WAS another BRIG
o summer daY; dinner was soyer. and D. !
- sch oolgirls and governesses seemed
" hare agreed to5a truce, and, to, b