The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-02-17

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"'And then, remembering that til
vas not the way,.o speak in such con
pany, the young man stopped short ar
begged Mrs. Buffers pardon.
r She was pouring out small blaol
looking cups Of tea, and looking Offend
ed with a turned.down mouth and, ii
deed, the maternal autocrat was nc
used to such plain talking. ,.. :..:.
"1t seems to me, Richard, that 20
are scarcely the person to provid
amusement for Miss George" sh
SAID.
"Ah!' D'ct," cried Madame d
Tracy, giving a little shrek and forge.
ting her prudence; she: could keep 81
leuce' no longer. "Be careful, my dear
est boy; do not let yourself be' c.ririieti ii''
away by your feelings. I guessed
am rapid to notice things-I. hav'
trembled. ever: since that day at th,
studio" sho looked g .nxiou, ant
so concerned between her frizzy curl
that Dick burst out l.ushitg:
$50 this ii your tine scheme:7 No
you have not guessed right, Aunt Nj
tilda. Poor little Miss George j. moi
dangerous: for me, but 1 can not: help
losing my teuper when I hear persons
of sense using the wicked old com.
monplaces which have made SO many
people miserable, and which condemn
. poor child to such q dreary, unsatis-
factory mockerY o: existence. There,
sho is just as vell-masnersd and pretty
~ George or Cathariae>; !; and I am not
to eat piece of bread and butter in
her company for fear Of .being & contains
'nsted," cried Dick, in :fume.
"Ah! my poor Dick" said Madame
do Tracy, "you are unconscious, per-
hsps, of tho sentiment; but fear it is
there" ...:~: ..> -.
II am speaking from no personal
feeling" cried Dick, still angry aud
to Madame de Tracy at least his words
carried conviction at tho time. (But
was it SO, I wonder; and had Miss
Georges soft, pretty eyes nothing to do
with the question y '1t is mere
sense Of fairness and JUSTICE" Dick
went on, "which would make me dis
like to see any fellow-creature hardly
used !; and if I have spoken half q
dozen words Of kindness to FER, it was
because .. 1t is no use staying any
longer; I shall only offend more and
moro. Goodnight" And then he sud-
denly::took up Lis hat AID went away.
On bis way down. stairs, hte relieved
bis mind By belog:even more kind than
usu.; to a person whom be considered
uojustly treated by the world in gener-
ii aud his sunts In particular. S...''
"Women usually respect a man when
he is angry, even when he is in the
wrong, and Richard was not in tho
wrong. II think for once 1 vas mis-
taken," said Madame de Tracy "and
yet people are not always conscious Of
their own feelings. But, under the
circumstances, We must take Mss
George or Dick will fancy - = j.
-, "Ob, certainly, if you all wish it,"
said Mrs. Butler. "Wi!l you have any
more tea, Matilda? Now, children,
what are you all about? You may go
aad ask Miss George to the picnic, and
then come up and help mo to dress." ,.
Meanwhile Richard vas valkiug
away, biting and pulling bis mustache.
He went along Eaton Square until he
came to the public hoase at the corner
of Hobart Place. There hs was stop
ped by a crowd Of children and idlers
who had taken up their position on the
pavement, for Mr.. Punch VI. squeak
ing at the top Of his voice from his
pulpit, and they had al gathered round
to listen to his morality. The children
had already taken up their places iu
the stalls and we're sitting in : row ou
tho curb.stone. "Ookedookedooksdo,'
said Mr.. Punch, "~here'e the b.bby
Throw the b,bbyy out If: tho window =
'"Dook ! dere it g" cried another
baby, sitting in the gutter clsppiog ii
dirty little hands. ,'' ':.. Il I. ?.' =
Richard stopped 70: : minute 70 iool
At Punch's antics, going. On 81, viii ~
reflections meanwhile. Il seemed L
him as if the world, IS 4 I; is I, called, :.
. great cruel Punch, remorselessl.
throwing babies and children out Q
window, and Miss George among th
rest, while the people looked on Aa'
appl.uded, and Toby the philosophe
sat by quite Indifferent in his ftill 90
Lar. 49,. IL .,, -.
"Th.t poor little thug" he. VI
thinking, "her wistful, helpless glance
move me With pity; was there ever
more Innocent little scapegoat1 o.
those women their talk, aud their .
sumption, and suspicious make me
angry I can scarcely centain mysel
De ~otre cla.se," " and he began to laue
) again, while Punch, caperiug and sin
ing his song Of "eokedook," was t.
umphantly beating the policeman abo
! the heal. "Would they think Rei'
t de notrf cla..e, I wonder :" hs said
= himsslf; "vin it be her turn some d