The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-07

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Jemima, quick come here Who is it
he has with him ?" !
jump up, as bidden-1 always do
what Lenoro bids me, though l have
the advantage, or rather disadvantage,
of her by ten years-and look out.
can Englishman, evidently" I say,
Sig ciously, "by his beard ; nobody but
Eoylishmtn and oysters wear boards
nowadays"
'ls he going to bring him up here ?"
asks Lenore, craning her neck out to
look round the balcony of the cafe next
door, where, as usual, two fat men are
smoking and drinking coffee. "No; I
see him nodding; he is saying good
bye; how tiresome p with an accent
of disappointment).
"You are as bad as the young lady
in Nixon's Cheshire prophecy" say l,
laughing: "'Mother, mother. I have
seen a mani" .
Frederick enters alone, looking
very hot in the rigorous black Of q
priest]y coat that grazes his heel, and
the rigorous black of a; priestly waist
coat that almost sa(utes bis chin.
"Enter pretty cockatoo - cries my
sister, with an insolent laugh, pointing
the insult by indicating with his FORE
finger the ouaIy flourish of fine fair
hair that surmounts the young mans
forehead and blue spectacles. "Pretty
cockatoo!' )
'tYou should not make personal re-.
marks, Miss Leonora," answers Freker-
ick, bluseing.
my name is not Leonora,' rotorts
she, with pout t'don't lengthen any
two charming soft French syllables into
that great long English mouthful,
Leonora." "a
But Frederick is deeply diving into
pocket in the hinder part Of his raj
ment. Thence he apparently draws a
little bonbonuierc.
81 have brought you some chocolate,
Miss lcnore; that-that is why I call.
ed to-day. III think I once heard
you say that you liked it.
"My deary oockatoo, 1 hate the sight
of it :" replies che, gravely, with the
utter unconscious ingratitude of spoil
ed child. II ate it every day and At
every confectioner's in Rouen last
week ; now, if it had been = strawberry
tart-open, fresh strawberries !; but it is
not-give it to Jemima."
"Never mind her, Mr.. West" say I,
it being my pleasing life-task to. mend
the breaches made by 'Lenore in her
adorer's feelings Il never having any
breaches of my own to mend-f'never
miod her; but tell US who your new
friend is; we have been on the qui vive
ever since We saw you parting SO ten.
derly under the arch"
."Do you mean the man that came
with me to-day as lar as the Berte 2"
asks Frederick, who has sat down upon
the music-stool, and is turning slowly
round and round, in order to be able to
follow with his spectacles Lenore into
Whatever part Of the little room her
measured walk may take her. "But,
indeed, he is no friend Of mine" he
adds, uueasil ly-''no friend at all; a
mere acquintance-a college acquaiu-
tance."
"Whatis his namc?" inquiries I, nib
bling a stick Of Lenore's despised
chocolate, and asking the question
more for the sake of something to say
than from any particular interest in the
subject.
"Le Mesurier." 49,.
"Hem good name, isn't it? And
what is he doing now W
''He is making walking-tour Of Brit.
tauy with friend the friend has gone
for two or three days to stay at the
Marquis de Roubillon's chateau nea,
Dol, aud LIE Mesurier is to wait fol
him here"
"Where is he staging att"
F'The Hotel do la Poste."
"Apd why did not you bring him up
here with you, pray?" asks Lenore
joining in the conversation, and throw
ing herself iudolently on the little hare
horse-hair sofa as she speaks.
"Because he would not come," IN
swers Frederick, quickly, and I think
l detect a glace of malicious triumph
in his voice. ~: -.
Lenore reddens. II dare say you
never gave him the chance"
son the contrary, I said to him, q
am going to make call on some ladies
at Mdlle. .Lersux's pension !; will you
come, too? I do not doubt that they
would be very happy to make you,
! acquaintance and he said, let me
think, I knox he worded it very strong
ly-'Good God! No Lone has enough
Of women in England.'"
"Interesting' misogynist r say
Lenore, ironically. "What a sweet
what holy task it would be to bring
him to a healthier frame of mindy'
81: don't really think he would suit
you, Miss Lenore," says Frederick,
nervously, making tho music.stool
squeak painfuIls as he fdgets upon it;
che has a way Of saying more coolly
importinent things to ladies, in a quiet
way, than any man l ever came
across"