The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-04-07

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"Did you not know I was coming e
Tracy ?" he said to :Catharines 1 y q
found nobody there and 20 prsp.raiens
just n9T, but they told, me you we're
here, and 1, got Pelottier to give me "a
lift, for thought you would bring NE
back, )" he added, turning to Refine.
She looked up at last, and seemed try
ing to speak indiferently. -.
"You know We are going back in a
cart" Keine answered harshly. ..~
"Do Vou think I am likely to bave
been dazzled by the spleuder Of pelot.
tiers gig :" Dick asked. -.
RENE 'le did not. Like being laugh:
ed At It. ''lou used to object to: maoy
things she said, ye1ed, and then melt,
ipg, .Spehh q. as zth.y :ass,, ,es sk.or
y'n youn are welcome. to any of.youss.YIa YIaa
:Am q s1ge & Dick. ..nsxeree, i loskid g
kindly At her. her.;;;:.z sssss.>,:: :. ri:
Caatharine m e, envied Refne at .hats ain.
slant. sataa'n't. She had nothing, not even .
nower o.'' OF her own, own, to offer, Dick, except
! indeed, she thought, with little smile.
that q great bouquet out OF poor Mon.
sieur Fontalnc's garden. :..~,-
II it was sort of, ~Niserene. before,
what triumphal service vas, not the
little evening; prayer. to 4 Gath ,rine +!
;; They went into the chapel. after dipne,
:for . minute Or two. Sitting, g,there: 10
tae darkness, she thought, silly child,
that heaven itself would not seem more
beautiful l; With al radiance Of the srys.
! tai yat se.s and rolling suns than did ath,s
h'l'Is little shrine l'a Te her as to- Ps.itper.
I the e,l3 lD3eliivs'rande was a little shsayee.
just q nov, now, b but 81 far ,Petitpere Dick,
presence Or absence added bat little to
'ss splendor. There was Dick .,aeanl
while, . Isl >shsdoxy living figure, 10 tho
dimneas. Catharine could see him
from where she sat BY Refine. E How
happy she vas. In all this yisiepary
love Of hers, only once had she thought
Of herseH-that day when she sat by
the well-at other times she had only
thought Of Dick, aud poured out all
the treasure in her heart before him:
That he should prizo it she never ex-
Peeted; that he should return it had
never once crossed her mind. All her
longing was to see him and hear. him,
and some day, perhaps. to do him some
service, to be help, to. manifest her
love ID secret aims Of selt-devotio,nn, and
fidelity, and charity. She looked up
Z: the string Of silver hearts ; no ID long,
'er did they seem to her emblsm,, Of
sad hearts hung up in bitterness. = but
tokens q gladneas placed there before
the shrine. : .'s''' .s'''@ ''~@
- Pstitpsre r was vas driving, and proposed
to go back another way. The others
sat face to face as they had come. The
afternoon turned gray and little chill
ly. Relne took Josette on her knee :;
Catharine wrapped Toto in her shawl.
Dick had asked Catharinc all the ques-
tions people ask by thit time. He
didn't see her doubtful face when he
told her he had not waited for an an
swer TO- the letter announcing his COM
ing.
"Madame de Tracy isn't like you.
Mademoiselle Chretien," said Dick
''she doesn't snub people when they
ask for hospitality"
1t struck Catharine a little oddly,
afterward, that Dick should sneak: to
Refine in this reproachfal tone that
RENE should answer so shortly and yet
50 softly, SO that one ! could hardly have
told whether she was pleased or Or angry
-'-at The time she only thought that he
~as here; Yesterday she had lon,yed
for sight Of the lines his p, pen b.
scratched dpon paper today she was
sitting opposite to him viii no q q one e to
s.y one word Petitpere's short; Ut Gu.
vas longer than It, should h:a,v,e, ,'Sb beoo,
but Catharine would gone on f5rever il
she had held The rein = All tn, gray
sky encompassed~ d~them-all the. field.
spread ioto the sdus sk---ths soft, fresh
visdscsme'f 'fisom'a distance: TIE I ip.le
yellow shield Of the horizon, Wis .ttnurn
ing 70 ailveE4o The warm lights wer,
coming ont ia aths :eottaes, httices.,G !, Al
tho evening eloeed iu;t ;theyxers spriuk
Led like glo.-xefns hereiaad: there Ii,
the country. Sonet,m.s the cart pass
cd under: trees arohing black, againus
the pale Ky; once they crossed bsid g
with rush Of : water below. Then
was not much color any where, no
form in The twilight, but exquisite ton
and sentiment every where 1'
They passed one or two groups stro!
ling and sitting out 10 the twilight a
approached Petitport, and the rushin
Of the sea seemed coming up to NEE
them at times. ,Ehey were ail yer
silent. Petitpere had been hummin
a little tune to himself for the last ha
hour; Dick had spoken to 'Reiue {, ono
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