The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-14


freak; and it all fell so bat, so tame
Pah it is thing that one could M,
think of without blushing, if one were
in, a dark room by ones self, With the
shutters shut"
IL should think not"
"Shall l ever forget" cries Lenore,
drawing away her hands from her Grim.
son face, and clasping them together
"shall ever forget my feelings, as
Frederick and l sneaked out together,
and he held open the DOR so cereuon-
iously for US? II he had had anv good
feeling he would have laughed, would
not he, Nina? If he had not been a
monster, he would have tried to look as
if he thought it good joke, but be did
not; be was as grave-as grave rs I
am now, which is putting it Is strongly
as 1 possibly can"
"Frederick tcld you that he hated
respectable woman" say I, gravely; $50
that his want of cordiality was, at least,
an Indirect compliment" She stands
with her eyes moodily downcast, bu,
does not answer. "He evidently thought
you respectable" l said, cheerfully-
'c0'de"tIy ; that, at least, is a comfort
Is not 1t! l don't see how he found il
out; it must have been intuition"
Neither does this thrust move her t.
speech. I begin a fresh sentence
"Frederick ::aid-"
"Frederick p interrupts Leuore, i'm
patiently stamping, and relieved at hav
ing found another object besides her
self to vent her rage, on. "Littl.
thought! If he had never been born
or it he had net been there, or if he
had sense enough to hold his tongue
it would have all gone off we'll enough,
rs meant it: l should have seen Mr.
LIE Mesurier-not, Heaven knows
(."itb great oontempt), "that he is the
least worth seeing ng-and he" She
psuses.
"Well, what about him /"
She draws in her breath, and be,
eyes flash spitefully: eff wish coulc
have killed him at that moment, as b.
was bowling and sneering, and sayin.
that he was afraid there must be some
mistake-he would have beer as deac
as door-nsil now ~ She stops, breath'
hard, and clinches, and agaist unclinch
es, her hand. m sure I'm immense
ly Aattered. What is the joke next
An excellent plan, no doubt"
| hear her muttering over to hersel
these, as I conjecture, fragmcntary
speeches Of her new &C ,uaintance, Will,
aer cheeks grow ever more and mort
hotly red.
"Corsole yourself" say, with vic /.
rious philosophy. II imagine that he
did not hear your name; ; you were SC
thoroughly disguised by your dress that
he probably would not recognise you il
he met you; and the world is vide
We shall hardly be SO unlucky as Il
happen upon him again"
"Do you think not ?" answers LIE
nore, with hardly so much cxhilarati,or
eff tone as might have been expected
II don't know about that. Brittany i:
not so very large, and everybody goes
to see the 'ame places. His route vii
be pretty sure to be the same as ours
Morlaix, Quimper, Away"
eve must hope to be either a few
days before or few days behind him al
each place. There is no use in antici
pating evils" A rather demurrius
silence. "Our great difficulty" I con
tinue, cheerfally, "will be to avoid hin
as long as he remains here; but VI
must find out from Frederick every day
in which direction he means to walk OF
drive, and take care to walk OF drive il
the opposite oue."
| "I shall do nothing of the kind ?
cries Lenore, quickly. "You ma!
please yourself. Ones life would no
be worth having if it we're spent i,
lodging person about tiny place lik'
this. AS to meeting or not meeting
We must trust to chance ; aud, for my
part, should rather enjoy it thar
otherwise."
"1n o,ss;" replied I, ssrcastically
II would call again at the Hotel de Ia
Poste. Next time I would 60 as .
garcon it would be still more spirit
ed"
"He could not have looked more
sca"dalised than he did even if
had," replies Lenore, bursting into {
short vexcd laugh. "After alp
Frightening up little-"when thinl
of the, things l might have done, anc
did not, the enormity of the thing
did dwindles surprisingly" I shake
my head disseutingly. II only wish
I conld have the chance of letting hin
know how direly disappointed l was
in him." says Lenore, viciously. 81
wonder shall I ever 2"
II sincerely hope not"
"1f I do, you may be sure I will no
lose it." she says, with an angry EN-
phasis. II KNOW nothing that woult
give me such pure, such lively plea
sure"
THIS is on the day following LIE
nore's escapade. In the evening ol'
Mdlle. Leroux gives little party, &C