The St. Cloud journal., 1870-12-22

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ing it, reused bis indignation. 1t was
true that At present they could not mar.
ry; but he insisted that she should re.
main in England and wait until he bad
forced bis way in life. He pleaded
that fjr her be would have
made any sacrifice (and this wss trae);
but he could not enter into her feelings
as 10 the claims of one who had be-
haved to her lie parent. Her fear
that by offendidE her uncle she would
risk her mothers means of support sa-
vored to Keuelm of cold prudence
incompatible with the ardor of true
affection. In vain she urged that op-
portunities Of employment might be
found for him in America, and that he
might shortly follow her. Kenelm's
impetuous nature recoiled Crom caution
and delay as treason to love, and more
than once during their moonlight walk
his upbraidings strained her resolution
to the utmost. But it gathered new
strength that night in the silence of her
cham Der, aad, though many times af:
terwards Kenelm's alternate tauuts mad
entreaties caused her the kcenest suffer-
iog, her purpose remained unshaken.-
At length the eve Of her departure ar
rivel. Early in the morning Mrs
Dig 10y and her daughter we're to pro-
coed by train to Liverpool. The elder
lady was wandering dreamingly in the
June sunset about the little garden Of
which she was so soon to take last
farewell. The luggage of the travel
ers thronged the narrow passage, and
poor Catherine was alono in the dis
mantled, tree-shaded parlor. 1t was
something more than a long days
packing that had caused the attitude Of
utter prostration in which, her head
buried in her hands, she leaned for
ward across the table. For the last
two days Kenelm had not been near
her. Would he let her depart with
out a farewell
The question was answered by his
entrance. She fcebly rose to meet him.
and, with sudden outburst of tender
ness which his bitterness had lately
suppressed, sank sobbjng on his neck.
He clas9ed her convulsive|y to his
breast, parted the veil of ripping auburn
from the broad, 6ceIy.moulded brow,
on which he pressed long fervent kiss.
"Catherine," he gasped, in voice
hoarse and broken, "yoa love me still
you relent, though at the last moment -
| She sank into her chair, and he sat
not at her side but at her feet-slender,
plant feet which he folded caressing.
| ly il his hands. "Catherine," he con.
:tinued, II am an idolator; but I can
brook no flaw in my idol. 1 eithe,
worship with unbounded faith, or ]
throw down the altar. Can you requite
this love? Can you say to me-
"Kenelm, I love you more than all, fol
you I forsake all, with you abide all'?'
There was a short silence. Then
came her answer, clear, though impeded
| by the emotion which she had sill
strength to overcome. "Kenelm, an
going because I am bound to 60
bound by gratitude to my uncle, BY
love and foresight for my mother. l
this course had not been my duty, :
breath Of yours would have turned NJ.
from it; but it is my duty, and
should be unworthy Of your lose if
abandoned It,"
"You have finally determined, then?'
! "Ah! Kenelm, be mercitul," sht
said, bursting into tears and seiziog hi
hands. "Can you punish me for de
cision forced on me by my conscience p
II have not the advantage of you
; clear aud impartial Judgment he an
swered, in slow, freezing tones. "Wit|
, me love, it own it at ali, is sovereign
I recognize no duties that can be com
pared with its behests; | decline il
such a matter to use the scales, and t
> weigh advantage against affection"
:. He disepgaged his hand, and ros
from his place at her feet. A minut
he stood silent, as if half expecting he
to speak, but she made no reply; ST.
sat with head averted, and again burie'
I in her hands. He strobe across til
floor, paused at the threshold, but sh
did not recall him, so he went forth i
his pride and wrath. On the follow
! ing evening Catherine sailed with he
mother for New York.
. When Kenelm knew that she va
3 really gone, and that the despotism {
: his love had failed in its struggle wit
g her conscience, ho gave way to reck
I less bitterness, which his suceessiv
t misfortunes might have accounted fol
] though they could not have excused
: Now, there lived at Gorton Mr.. Rayr
: ham, surgeon in moderate practice
who was the vonnoer son of a counfr