The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-03-10

: 1more than thirty pounds are in tn
T. I5purse, and could not possibly hav
tdlast them I am utterly ruined, [ hav'
. bought 50 many things ia London
Miss George, I see your bookx wan
outing; give it to me, adore cutting
books. 1 envy you, you look SO Calm
you have none of these troublesome
concerns to attend to-but some one
!: must do it. Barbe, where is the paper
J cutter 2" : -.
They had started late in the after
noon, and were to sleep at Calais, arc
to 60 on to Tracy the next day. The,
crossed on still right with a. wanins
moon. Many aud many sad, Genius
ed thought must have come to the lit
tie traveller by the light of the creak
> ing lamp in the cabin. Faces, pictures
all the events Of the past few weeks
were dancing about in the darkness
voices were. sounding, tho childrsn's
7 faces were looking at het out Of dark
corners. The lamp swung on its hinges
the vessel throbbed and shook, Catha.
tnne telt as if she was, indeed, a wait
| upon the sea tossed hither and thither
BY wayward winds. How oddly dis.
.tlnct the voice and: images fell upon
her brain; Kitty, Cathy, she seemed
70 hear her littls sisters calling he1
through The means Of. the sea, by all
the ? names g they liked to give her; and
another voice sounded. in her foolish
little ears, and her last few words with
Dick seemed to be repeated to her by all
the rolling waves: -, ~4' =
L.; She had only seen him oaco after
that day at Lambswold. Catharipe
thought it was cruel fate which pre-
vented their meeting. 1t was moro
likely sensible :precaution. Doors,
stairs, conventionalisms, had been piled
in great heap between them, and
there is nothing so hard to pass as
these simple impedimerts. The stairs
are carpeted and easy to climb; the
doors are on the latch, With nice china
handles to open them there is moth
ing to prevent; and yet prison bars
have been burst open, burning deserts
crossed, icy passes and steep mountains
scaled and surmounted more easily than
these simple obstacles.
There was train to Paris, Madame
de Tracy heard on landing, and she de-
termined to 60 on. Catharine cared
DOT. The night seemed to her a sort
Of summary Of epilogue to the little
slice Of q life which had belonged to
her hitherto j.. She sat watching the
black ghosts of trees, and walls, and
wayside inns flying past the windows,
the single lights here and there ia the
dark plain, and listening to the voices
at the The little stations, sounding melan-
chol5 and su llen as voices always DO 10
the dark.
:; Her .protectress,. peacefully dreamt
through the long hours that Catharine
watched and wondered. What would
the day be like that had not yet dawn
ed, the new world *hicl awaited her Z
thought the girl with her wide.opea
shining eyes. Catharlne George some
how expected that the sun would new
er rise; that the land would always be
dark, and strange, and lesolatc to her;
that she would 6nd herself utterly
alone, and wandering here and there IN
the gloom:
She forgot in how great a measure
ones future is made up Of ones past
how We see and understand things by
all those which have preceded them
how it is yesterday which makes to.
morrow. The future is never SO strange
as We picture to ourselves. A hun
dred golden, threads bind US to it al
ready. It's all ones whole past life
which claims tue future and draws it
into itself The lessor. given long,
long ago, BY the love which .foresaw,
teaches in after years when the occa-
SION has come. One thing recalls an
other, as one thing forebodcs another,
and sometimes the two together maxi e
. full chord Of happiness, or maybe of
dpess, 50 grateful and 50 sweet, that
it seems as # it. must be happiness. :,
At any rate, when the next day
came, Catharinet found that instead Of
creeping slowly along, all gray and
black, and dark and terrible, the future
had come for her with CHEEKY clatter,
and crack Of whips and blowing o.
horns, friendly faces looking out, :
barking Of dogs, some one to help he'
up the steps, as with cheerful confu
sion, and noise and jingle, they star
through tho bright light streets ane
cross the fertile plains Of Normandy.
They had all finished dinner at Ira
cy, and we're sitting about in the grea
drawing-room. The mufled pian'
stood in the middle of the room; tn,
;: lamps were placed here and there; tn
, polished floors. were only covered b.
little square carpets, spriukled sparsel
+ about. Tvs rows Of pink-str,ped chair
, stood in lines from the fireplace, ovc
which the Tracy's had erected tai
!, and acknowledgement, chinney.picce