The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-03-17

land chased away q bluebottle which
frightened her with its noises. Josett'
laughed, and capered, and danced OF
her little stout boots.
"Oh, the waves, the waves ~ cried
Toto, as q soft wind came blowing from
afar, bending the tall grass and the
\ flower-heads, and shaking few apples
of the branches of the tree where
Reino was sitting. "Come and fish 70,
the appIes," said she, smiling, as the
two little creatures came tumbling and
pushing through the deep sea of hay.
Monsieur de Tracy from the chateau
happened to be passing along the high.
road at that instant, and he too, smiled
good:naturedly and toos off his hat.
"Bon jour, Modemoiselle Chre,ieD,' p
he said. "!Are you not afraid Of spoil.
ing your hay?"
I Refine scarcely acknowledged his
greeting; she looked fierce and defiant,
and gave little stiff nod, and went on
readings book.
"ls not that NJ. Fontaine's little boy?"
said Jean, stopping aud looking at the
| trio among the sweet dry g,asses and
flower: The children we're peeping
at him bright-eyed and interested from
a safe distance. Refine never lifted her
eyes of her book: "Marie, qai avez
meme une vie simple ct 1aborieuse,
pfiez' pour moi ain que j'apprenue me
eoutenter de peu de chose ct travail
ler scion les devoirs de ua condition, :"
! she was murmuring to herself; and she
did not cease her pious exercise until
NJ. de Tracy had walk ed on.
II wonder why that girl always be.
'haves SO strangely ?" thouget Jean, as
he walked away. "Cau my mother
have vexed her in any way? l must
ask nv wife,"
+; Madame Jean held up her pretty
little hands at the question:
"Mon ami, it is not who would like
to answer for what your mother may or
may not have said," laughed she.
But Madame de Tracy had said moth
ing, and indeed she was favorite with
the people all about. They laughed at
her aightiness and e1pensiveness, mis-
trusted her promise, but they could not
help liking her. Refine took to her
more kindly than to the rest Of the
family; all her worst self would come
up when she was brought in contact
With these people, who came stepping
down from their superior grandeur to
be iutrusively civil to those who did
not want them. ''What does he mean
BY his Mademoiselle Chretiens, and
Eyeglasses, aud poaiteness :" thought
tie foolish girl. ri know we'll enough
u what rate he holds US, and I try to
tell him 50 in my way" Roine was
not = bad girl, but the sight of all this
prosperity turned her sour. "'How do
you do? Take care Of you hay
Madame jeans tmaddening little nod
as She trips in her Paris toilette, and
hlademoiselle Martha's great blue eyes
! 1t all ot8ends me-" said Rv,ne,. cut
ting the matter short.
F This was the class to which her
mother belonged. These were the men
and women who had cut her off-never
forgiven her-forsotten her utterly.
These were tho people who would do
the same to-morros again !; who would
insult her and scorn her, as they had
scorned her mother before her, for all
h Or beauty, and good blood, and wealth,
if-if she were not firm 10 certain
resolve she had made. No, she would
never marry, never, never. Not if he
came back again and again to ask her.
Refine had an instinct about the per-
son, Of whom she was thinking. She
believed that no one whom che loved
could help loving her; but she was
proud at the same time. She knew
her own worth, aud a poor struggling
painter, With all his education, did not
seem to her any very brilliant match
for, an heiress like herself, with the
blood Of the D'Argouges in her veins,
and the farms at Tracy, at Pctitport,
tho oyster:parks at Courseulles, tho
houses ut Bayeu1, for her dover. eve
nez, mes'enfante," said Refine, shutting
up her prayer.book when the hour vas
over, and leading them back. by the
way she had come under the archway
acress tho great court, where Paris was
lying, stretched out like 4 lion in the
sun, and. where Refine looked to find
hei grandfather oo the bench where he
was accustomed to smoke bis afternoon
pipe. There was Dominique on the
bench stretched out Oh his back at full
length.
Reine went up and shook him angri.
ly. dominique, are you not ashamed
to sleep like a sluggard? Where is
Petitpere !"< ..''' -'
Dominique sat up and rubbed his
eyes. "Hc is asleep in the Kitchen"
said he, hazarding the statement.
"Ah cried Refine, taking one step
forward, and looking through the vim
dow, che is not in the kitchen. You
know As we'll as | DO where he is
gone" ,,-se C. ..,.,.,: =
While Dominique and the chilren