The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-02-24

NO. 80.
she he'd done amiss. New and agai
she started at the rude set-downs
which she was little accustomed
What: crime was she guilty Of? Sh
could not bring herself to thiuk othc
wise than tcnderly Of any Que belong
ing to the house she had learn. to love
ohe meekly pursued her persecutri
with bcseeching eyes. She might a
we'll have tried to melt glacier. T.
people who have taken a prejudice O.
dislike, every word is misunderstood, ey
cry look oAtsnds; and Catharinc's visit
ful glances only annoyed ard worr,ee
Mrs Butler, who did not wish to b;
ou;hed. Had some malicious Puc.
squeezed the juice of Obcron's purple
flower upon Catharine's scarlet fca,hc,
to set them all wandering and at eros.
purposes all through this midsummer
day? In and out of the houss. the
garden, the woods, this little Hclen
went along with the rest, boxing pret.
tier, more pathetic every minute. We
all have gift of a sccond-sight more
or less developed, and Catharine knew
something was coming now that the
first burst Of happiness was over. 40
old saw came into her head .bout a
light heart in the !uorning bringing
tears tefore night.
The luncheon did credit to Mun;ly
and the hampers. There were no ear.
wigs, ouly little soft winds to stir the
cloth, cross-;ights, and a gentle check
work of gray shadows upon the dresses.
Charles Buffers second best wine was
so good that they all laughed, and ask
cd what his best could be. Sandy
trisked about and feasted upon mayor
naise and pressed veal. Sandy had a
companion, Mr.. Hollands dog Peter, a
self:conscious pug, with many afTecta-
tions, and with all the weaknesses be-
longing to a sensitive nature. lie was
nevertheless faithful and de7oted
friend, tendcr-hcarted aud curly-tailed.
Sandy had seen less Of the world, and
shifted about in little rough coat WITH
out any pretensions, and was altogether
OF less lmpressionable and artistic
nature. He loved good sport, good
bones, and comfortable nap after din
ner. His master was of different CAL
ibre to Peters, and dogs are certainly
Influenced by the people with whom
they live. Ali day lung Peter walked
about at Hollands heels, quite regard
less of Sandy's uumeaning attacks and
to race or growl. Peter
shook him of, aud advanced in that
confidential, consequential manner
which is peculiar to the race.
Luncheon had cone to an end.
Catharine looked up, and breathed a
great breath as she looked isto the
keen glimmer overhead soft little
Winds, scented with pine-wood and rose
trees, came and blew about. Holland
and Dick had got into new discussion
over the famous Gainsborough, and the
who thought it all very stu.
pid, had jumped up one by one and
run away to the croquet-ground. But
Cathar;ne forgot to go. There she sat
on the green grass, with her back
against the trunk OF tho tree, sa,ing
nothing, looking every thing, listcuiag
absorbed. Catharine did we'll to rest
in this green bower for a little befor,
starting along tho dusty high-road
again. People are forever u.ter:ng
warnings, and telling of the dangers,
and 3eep precipices, and roaring tor.
rents to bo passed; but there are cv-
cry where, thanks be to heaven, green
bowers and shady places along the
stecpest roads And SO, too, when the
tempest blows without and the rain Is
beating-tired, aud cold, and weary,
you come, perhaps, to little roadside
inn, where lights are burning, and food
aud rest await you. The storm has not
ceased; it is raging still, but shelter
iutcrposes between you and it for time,
and you set off with new strength and
new courage to face it.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)