The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-07-13
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coNoluDEEp El. from LAST WEEK; j..
kjaQ aQsitetfre9uently now, too, he used to
find ::hisavaytoeM eMts: stanhope's p.rlor
when the sweet. voice was sioging-
Frank was 80. absorbed in. her music at
this time, and indeed the interests be-
tween them Was 80 ent tirely musical, that
Mrs: Stsohope forgot her uueasiuess
and watchfulness for a. while. 80 i.
But If Mr.. Hadley was interested in
the music, he was by no means unoon-
seious .thateMissi Stanhope was very
pretty and charming g,rl. She certain
ly did amuse him very much, and this
fact would have filed Mrs. Stanhope
With dismay ifshe had suspect d it, for
it was the very phrase ahe always appli-
edto her old friends the Ttacey's. They
amused people, and that was all. But
Frank vent on her. needless, happy
way, giving little thought where she
amused, but amusing herself vastly
She had made the most Of her oppor.
tuoities end advantages, and risen so
speedily into favor ;thut in the carly
weeks Of springshe was engaged TO as
sist at = very recherche private concert:
II amato sing in: 'Miriam's Song Of
Triumph !, ~ H. she said, to; Mr.. Had!ey,
With that' peculiar vide,-s brisht.eyed:
pleasure IN her expression. =
"Don't you feel q little nervous about
it," be asked, curioosly. = '>
mo, I ha'nt; butrdo you think l
ought 2 she inquired, archly.
"Not by any means he replied,
laughing =, ..: 49,
"Why should I ieel nervous :" she
said, more gravely ''tbe, director says
! have learned ny part perfectly, and
when once get to singing I shall for.
get all the people around me; l always
do"
If Mrs stanhope had glanced up
from her work just then she would
have seen an unmistakable look Of
thoughtful admiration oD Mr.. Hadley's
face. But she did, not lift her eyes
from her darning, and Frank veered off
from her gravity into her amusing
vein.
"No, I'm not nervous about the sing
iog, but am very nervous about my
dress. I-wanted new pink silk, but
mother said it vas too snowy for me
70 I am coming out ia an old blue crepe,
which was mothers, and I shall look
like: the ghost i Hamlet vithmy white
lace and silver ornaments"
She laughed, but. Mr.. Hadley could
zee that she was a good deal in earnest !;
but he had tact enough to conceal -both
amuaement and interest as he noticed
her mothers rsproving face, and caught
the; admonitety, "Don't Prank p But
bis artistic sense sympathized with her.
Blue did not suit her white but not fair
skin, her warm hazel eyes, aud chest
nut hair. Pink would have made her
dazzling. "Poor little girlw be thought !;
go the domestic economy viii not yield
apink silk, even with the added 5000
syear. Something ought to be done
for hcr.''v And something was doue., :.
"1 told you I should; look like the
ghost'" shesa1dsto her mother, as she
came down stairs into the parlor the.
night of the concert.
M1s. stanhope was not quite satisfied
herself: s's$ Sss:s. st.z .ss
"4ou might have my coral orna-
ments," she remarked, doubtfulIy.
~""Oh no! that opaque red against
this: blue would be dreadtuIl.
There came = knock at the door:
Mrs: staohope said "Come in )" and
Mr.. 2Hsd|el entered With Ibis hands
full Of the most beautiful roses hot,
house roses, pink, and pearly, and per-
famed,~ He-had timed it we'll. :
"This is to. exercise the ghost, Mis-,
Stanbope. There's nothing prett,er,
Jon J4 4 kaor. than b this deep :blusb-pink
with th.t light blue. Isn't it what you
call Ponpsdour 2" ! -::sl.,,:s
|; *Oh, Mr. H.dlsy, you're, like the
Fairy God.nother :! They are just The
thin, and II think you azfthous.nd
time" - Aud, turning to the glass,
with quick, def fingers, she very soon
metamorphosed herself into glowing
|"phantoma Of dslight'' truly. i"6h, how
it does change all th.t pal!id moon:
fshine, doesn't it Wshe exclaimed Ills
marvellous what effect the pink has %
the blue! Isn't i lovely = and she
turned herself and her roses full. upon
him. Nth &. .he: innocent, leg! s' oaaee.thoushted