The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-28
She laughs again. Nav constrained.

s'Bat waving the question Of M
beauty-is she haudsomo-pretty :"
do not know" he answered, slowly
"Soins one asked me that question th
other day, and l said I did not know
do not. y rxs,a
henoro -leans back in tbs stern
With the rudder.string in her hand.
"Describe her to me. Twill tell 20,
in a moment whether she IS o. not"
He stares abseatly over her head, ,
the viaduct, stridiug gigantic .oros
the valloY-at the town, with It's hous
roots white as silver sheets in the moo,
shine. a. @>' <s2>T -
"She is SMALL" no begins, slowly
"verytsmall !=not-more than five foo
one, and thin-rather too thin, per
haps,"" his eyes resting as IS he speaks, 70
an instant, with reluctant admiratio,
on the superbly Developed figure of hi
uis:a '"Her eyes are he stop
short, in want Of an eplthet. I -
"Bright!" suggests Lenore.
"Bright! NJ y cries he, energetic
ally repelling her suggestion with scorn
- hate Jour bright eyes, They Away.
look metallic; hers look at you as if they
were looking through mist, and they
have a:dark, shady hue under them u
"BelladonnaHl suggests Leaore again,
with suspicious brevity. =:
,"Some one said to me the other day
that they we're like the eyes Of . sbo.
partridg &C." he continued not needing
hor $50 they are"
"IVhat a lackadaisical, dying-duck
sort Of an idea !" =
"She is pale-as pale as-as-as a
lily !" he continued, unable to ind q
new white simile. "Th,t clear opaque
look" Fl,
"Liko hard boiled cggl" interrupt.
Lenore, ssornfully. :"
"Not IN the least like a hard boiled
egg" retorts he, nsttled, and the river
Of his eIoquence suddenly dried.
81 don't know whether you are aware
Of it," says the girl with a heightened
color, "but you have described q person
in every respect the exact opposite o.
me-" ,s..--->9>-
He gives a hall smile.
"Haye l.? I apologize. I really
vas: not aware of it. I only did as you
babe me-"
He pulls few yards further on ; nc
sound but the oar turning in the row
locks-the plasb, plash Of the smitten
water. Lehon Abbey. lifts roofless ga.
bles to the mighty sky, and Lehon
Castle its round dim towers, whence
never knight will look again. The
water fairies have been supping on the
river tonight; they have left thei'
white water-Iily cups and broad green
platters behind them.
stop rowing" cries Leoorc, impet.
uously, ri want to gather some Of those
lilies"
He obeys. Motionless they lie
among the great round leaves and white
challces. She leans back over the
stern, and With her strong, white hands
pulls at the tough, long stalks.
"What will you do with them ?" asks
LeMesurier, indcleotly, his unwilling
eyes taking in the lazy grace of The
half-recumbent form, Of the large, white
outstretched arm, at which a happy
moonbeam is catching; "they have no,
at all nice smell in the water-fain'
aud sickly-they will only die"
No answer.
"What do you want with them 7" he
asks, rising, he does not know Why, and
stepping over the little seat that inter
venes between them.
"You will see" she answers, briefly
They are SO wet-so wet, as the
lie in her lap. he watches her as she
dries one dripping bud with her peck.
et-handkerchiet, and then, with quick,
dett fingers, places it closed and slee py
in her hair.
!, "Do You like it ?" she asks, 10 q brie1
whisper, raising her eyes to Ills With ,
slow, bright smile. 49,
How still it is! Not a sound; ov.
cry thing is asleep; only the wakefu]
moon sees his cold, quick fash. &c
would have laughed this morning, il
you had told him that Lenore Herrick
could make his heart beat as it is beat.
ing now.
"What would you have me say ?" he
answers, in the same key in which she
spoke. ut did not like it, would
you have me tell you so ?"
eyes" zs..>.= -. i. :~e = :. II. rs
81 do like it," he says, half angrily ;
"you know | do; you knew I did be.
fore you asked me-" 4ss q s,Ef
take it, them she says, with a low
laugh, holding it out to HIM. "Keep
it as mcmento Of tho fast girl who
would g out boating with you against
your will, at ten o'clock at nnight-oof
the girl who may le gerry good for fun,
# one goes in for that sort Of thing
b"i is not yonr style J"
He reddens.
"What do you mean p
"You will not have it Well, then
here it goes p w vi - -
As she speaks she. flings the blossom
away, far out iuto the river. It falls
with little flop, and q little CLEAN Of
broken silver lit the water, and 90 floats