The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-01-20

room table, vhe:e:it had been lying
OF months past.
At luncheon she duly gave her mes
sage. OnlySSMEBut|ee and his two
daughters, hungry, blown about cheer
fully excited by their mornings expe'
dition, were present.
Mr.. Butler -vaa the usual middlc-as-
ed Euglishm,n, With very square.toed
boots and grizzly whiskers. He was
fsnd Of active pursuits: He talked
gossip and statistics He naturally !
looked to- his older brother Charles,
who had never married, Is assist him
with hiil.rge family. Daughters grown
up, aud=eEe1i1g daily tempestuous
school-bpJs ~ Eton, 4 ~midshipm,n,
TWO; wild young fellows i.>Ind'a, anoth-
ersvery promising, son It college, Who
hid: gone up for his little g, with ess.t
ec1at, Mr:-Bu.les would tell you. There
w.a no endro young Buffers. But, I'M
fortunately, Charles Butler greatly pre-
ferred Dick 70 any of his brothers sons.
The boy vas like his mother, and a
lock 10 bis eyes had pleaded for him
often and often-Rhon Dick wondered
at his uncle sforbearance. Now the
cousins only resemble their father,
who greafiy bored Charles Butler With
his long stories aad animal spirits. j.,
awe mus go without mamma, it is
is,to-mossov,3. said C.tharine Butler.
1--WE could. not possibly 60 without !.
ohaperone," said Geoesiana, who was
great o. etiquette. She vas not 50 pref
~ IS Cash.rise, and mssh more self
"C.pital eold beef this is" said But
Ter. "Csn't Matilda play chape'oae
for the oecasiouf By.the-by, Catha-
rine, 1 an not sorry to hoar good TO-
port Of your FREUD Mr. Beamish. ]
can't afford any inprudsot soos-in-law'
Remember that, young ladies'"
"should you. like Dick, papa!" said
George, WIN .Ausb.ss-
"Humpht2that depends" said he'
father, With 3 mouth full Of cold beef
II should h,ve. thought my brother
Charles must be pretty we'll tired ou'
by this time, but l believe that if b.
we're to drop tomorrow, Dick Would
come in tor Muttondale and Lambswold
Capital land it is, too. l don't believe
nIMaF boys havega nhaocs-not ont
&t6m. = Down, SANDY, down. San
DIV was Cathariue's littls Scotch terrier
who also Vas fond Of cold beef.
sMDick is such dear fellow sal,
Oathafiss Butler, looking yer, swee
and cousinly, and peepiny round tn
dish covers at her father. "Of course
I love my brothers best, papa, but
can understand Uncle Charles bein
very fond of Richard, ,,u .,,.
''Oh, Richard is capital good fe
low" said Mr.. Butler Cnot quite so er
thusiasticallytas when Ne spoke of til
beef q minute 5otore.) "Lct him &c
hold Of anything he likes, and keep
if he can. 1, for one, don't grudg
hiaR a5 'goo,1 fortune. Only. you VI
men make too much of him, and h,v
very nearly spoilt him among yo'
Painting aud music is all very well !
its way, but, mark my Words; it may
pushed, too, far" And with this 50
ctnn warming the master of the hous
filled himself glass Of sherry, and 10
the room.
Miss George, as she tied her boz
net-strines after luncheon, was som
what haunted BY Dicks sleepy fac
The vision II !Geraint,i and Launoslt
and Enid, aud King Arthur's soleu
shade, still lowering about her IS 81
went along the dusty road to Ksosin
ton, where two little E gures were bee
oping from behind the iron rail Of The
schoolhouse yard. Presently the chi
dren's arms we're tightly clutched rou1
Catharine's neck, as the three went Al
- sat down all in heap on Mrs. Marti
gales gray schoolhouse sofa, and the
chartered and ehirped, and chirruppt
for an hour together, like little birds
nest. I:,tt,.
ITO BE CONTINUED.)
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