The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-02-10
EEl3B]RUAR:Yf 81 Il 10: 1870.

/ up CuTlOuSly, WOuO6SSUg ~ uot0es sss1~
sopld mean anythiagr AN the evening
she had been sitting there, in her whit.
gown, feeling like = shade, . thing II. q
10 account among AZ tbs living people,
d blaak ID the closely g written pags, =
dumb note in the mnsic. A sort Of
longing had come over, her to be alive,
to make music too; and now to b.
~Arned even, to be aoting part ever
20 small in this midsummer nights
dream, was enough to thrill her sad
little childish. heart With rsxoitsmsnt.
Gould be- b.. warning Aer?<ss Then IL
came like fash, and her heaFt began
to beat faster and faster. There was
something" possible, after oil, bssides
goverhessing and lesson-bosks in her
dull .iiRe-sonething to beware Of, to
give interest, even tho interest Of danger
toths nonotouoas road. 70 'bs seorn-
ed did not seem to herrso: unuttesSAly
s.d as to be- utterly psssed:' bJ saua3 iiss
oored. Charles Butler never guessed
the harm he had done.
It was not the Miss George who had
dressed herself in her yellowed muslin
Who went MP stairs 70 bod that night.
Il WIS another Catharine George. The
little moth had burst out 81 its cocoon,
the wings had grown, and it. was :, nut
tering ahd, .futteiing in the candles
beaptiful golden light. :sA.. J.. ....,s.
n Ny simile would have been better i
Catharina, the moth, bad not herself
blown out her candle when she reached
her bedroom up stairs. She was hang
iipg out cf, her window, trying drink
the night calm into her veins. tIs
that bright beautiful planet my. star,
# wonder ?" the governess was think
ing ls:How gayly it sparkles; it seem.
10 ,bs dancing in space. zaow the night
wsnes aud shines; how the stars blaze
beyond the house.tops! D,d>any one
ever tell me that was my star? Why
do I think sop As Catharine gazed
at the heavens and thought oil this,
not in words, but with quick, sensitive
ilashes-down below, just under her
feet, the we'll was being dug into which
the poor little philosopher was doomed
to tumble. All me was truth at the
bottom of it, L wonder, instead OF up
overhead in the beautiful shining stars
0: good promise 7? - r.
It seemed to little Catharins Us if .
burst ofsnnshine had come out sudden
" iato her dull life. She did not know
whence or how it came; she did not
know very clearly what she was feel
ing; she did not tell herself that she
ought to shut her heart, and ears, and
eyes, until some one suitable iu fortune
and worldly circumstances came across
her way. She was only twenty years
old, impressiona1le, soft-hearted.. w at
can her glrlish day-dreams have taught
her? Can she have learned fiom them
to mistrust people who are kind-to be
careful, and cautious, and reserved-to
v.ll Up / tea! g! bury the natural emotions
of youth -, j.. :...,, l..
, For, the frst time in her short lite,
ideas, feelings, sensations hitherto un-
,thoughta and unfelt, came crowdlug upon
Catharins George: Every thing seem
cd changed, although she walked the
same walks in tho square corrected tho
same mistakes in the phildren's e1ercis-
es-sat in her old place In the school
,room., The walls seemed to: have opened
somehow to let in the unfamiliar crowd
Of strange nav ideas, Of feelings ign.
possible to, realize or to define. The
difference in Catharine was greater
than that which a passing cloud makes
in the sky, or q burst OF sunshine
breaking across the landscape. Out Of
the vague images and shadows which
had hitherto made up her solitary ife
came a sudden reality. The drifting
dreams and fancies IF what might be
had vanished forever, they we're gone,
and in their stead it was to-dsy; and
Catharine, as she was-no ideal SELF to
1be--who Was sitting there, and who
had ,auaked one morning to ind her.
self living her own life in the world ol
| the present. j. Other discoveries she
might make Us she travelled farther
and times might come to her,, as (
most Of Us, v hen solcmner visions clos
round about once moro, and We realize
With terrible distinctness that We ar'
only dreaming in kingdom Of mist
and; shadows kingdom: whore tn
sounds die into silenoe-whefe the sun
Eset day by day: But At this tim
eyery thing was real and keen enougl
to the poof little thing, Of vsst mcanin
and moment-never to hnisb, sh
,thought-never TO seem Of import iea
I5vital-never, ah =! never !! .. 81
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