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

I that she brought her offerings, her tu
tle-dove's eggs, and flowers, and cryst
drops, and sudden lights, and Aickcrin
tapers. She was q modest and silc1
little worshiper; size said nothing, di
nothiog; only to be ia this parable
with her idol there before her waikiki
about 10 black velvet suit to be lii
tening to his talk, aud to the song {
tee birds, and to the scythc OF the rear
ers; to witness such beautiful sights
gracious aspects, changing skies
was too good almost to be true.
seemed to. Catharine as if the song il
her heart was pouring out; she coul'
not contain it, and all the air seemed
full Of music. She wondered if tn,
others were listening to it too. Bu
they were busy unpuoking the rampc,.
and getting out the sherry, nor bai
they all ofthem the ears to hear.
f. Some gifts are d.sgereus to those
who possess them !; this one Of Catha,
r1nc's means much discord in life as we'll
as great harmony; saddest si!eace, the
endless terrors and m,serics of an mag
'native nature; th. dis.ppointm snt Of
capacities for happiness too great to be
ever satisfied in this world.
But, in the meantime, Mis-. Butler
returning from short excursion to the
hampers, could hardly believe it was
her silent and subdued little governess
who was standing there chattering aud
laughing. Her eyes we're dancing aud
and her voice thrilling, for was not
Dick standing by?
Providence made a great mistake
when it put hearts into sirls-hearte
all ready to love, and to admire,
and to be grateful and happy
with word, with nothing And if
Providence had made a still farther
mistake, and made dependents of the
same stuff as tho rest, and allowed
them to forget for one instant their real
station in life, Mrs. Butler was deter
mined to supply any such deficiencies,
and to remind Miss George If ever she
CHANGED to forget. But poor little
Catharine, as I have said, defied Fer in
her br'ei hour of happiness. She
would not remember, and, indeed, she
could not prevent her checks from
blushing and her eyes from shining
more brightly than any others present.
Her youth, her beauty, her sweet,
abrupt girlishness asserted themselves
tor once, and could not b. repressed.
Nobody could put them out. Even
when sho was silent these things were
speaking for her in language no one
could fail to understand. If i, had
been . Of Mrs. Buffers own daugh-
ters, ewould have looked on with
gentlest maternal sympathy at SO much
innocent happiness; but for Miss
George she had no feeling save that of
uueas'ncss and disquict. It was hard
upon the poor mother to have to stand
by and see her own well-educated, per-
fectly commonplace George cclipset-
put out-distanced altogether by this
stiff, startled, dark-eyed little creature,
with tho sudden bright bushes coming
and going in her checks. Mrs. Butler
could not help seeing that they all lik-
ed talking to her. Charles Butler,
Holland (Mr. Holland had quite lost
bis heart to the pretty little governess,)
Dick aud Beamish. But then Georgie
did not look up all grateful and delight
cd if any body noticed her, aud flush
up like snow mountain at sunrise!
Of course Catharinc would have been
behaving much better if she hal h .wn
far more strength Of character, and
never thought Of any thing l.ss dcsira-
bic than Augustus French or Lydia's
history, and if she had overcome any
feelings-even before she was conscious
of thcm-exccpt those connected with
her interesting profession. But Catha-
rine had no strength of mind. She was
led by anybody and anything that
came across her way. She was one of
tnose persons who are better liked by
men than by women :or it is difficult
sometimes for tho weary and hardly
tried amazons Of life to feel a perfect
tolerance and sympathy with women Of
weaker mould and nature. These lat.
ter are generally shielded and carried
along by other strength than their own
they rest all through h the heat Of the
day, leaving others to fight their bat
ties and to defend them, and then.
when the battle is over arc resting still
The strongest and ticrceet of amazon'
would be glad to lay down her ARM
at times, and rest, aud be weak, ant
cared for; but the help comes not 70
her; she must bear the burden Of he
strength and courage, aud fight on un
til night.
:Irs. Butler was one Of those anna
IONS Of the many tribes OF a'Dazon
that still exist in the world. They ar
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