The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-08-17


touching on: the Immediate cause Of
displeasurc, was sufficiently clear and
decisive to deter him from any attempt
at Reconstruction" but only because
its arrival made a new starting point
since, without giving it q reading, with.
out disturbing the scarlet seal Of all the
M'Gregors, in transport OF unwonted
anger, she incIosed aud returned it
without word, and thought she had
done with him. r.
1t was lcng winter that followed
a winter Of piercing cold and binding
snows-a winter where no joy was.
She would SIT and watch the storm
thicken, the frost creep up the pane,
tho wind lead the white drifts a phan.
tom.dsnce through black fields Of space,
with go day.dreams to shut out The
deso!ation, with No looking for the
breaking cloud and bursting sun, but
ketping ber mind in one stern groove
Of reDunclation-for what business had
she to love another woman's husband
And yet all the while she loved him
could not help loving him-him-Au.
gust M'G,egor.
"Such moping creature p said
Aunt. Parry, who believed her to BE-
hurt by the Baron's departure "Why
she's 40 more like my Salome tn IN Po''
~ is. She sits there, day in and da,
| Tut, look ny like wild Tn':ian," (Mrs
Parry's id 81 Of = wild Indiao was pure
i, lin 'g'nary. nc it sa'd), "aud talk:
about ~ much an a statue. I shall
take her abroad in the spring, if she
doesn't improve"
They went to Europe In the spring,
as she had predicted, and Thorpe went
With them thoy visited not only Paris
and its wonders but Switzerland and
Italy they say the glaciers and the
snow.capped Alps they traversed the
Venetian highway beneath the shadow
Of crumbling palaces, and stemmed the
tide Of the Adria'ic flashing like .
dolphin beneath the solar rays.
1t was somewhere in the south of
France, where they made longer So
jouru than at most points, that they
came into contact with Madame Vanck-
enstein, who, having followed the oper.
attic stage for some years, wss now rest.
ing and recruiting her voice for future
ceed. She was little, willful crea-
ture, with great velvet eyes, yet fiery at
times as panther's, aud hair with
which the floss of milk-weed could only
vie in lustre and texture, making he1
to appear as if looking out Of an aure
ole.
One morning Salome sent her bunch
Of flowers before evening Madame had
returned the compliment with slender
vial of most ravishiog perfume, as il
the mere passing through her hands
had condensed the nosegay into dozer
drops of precious oil; thus, by degrees
by pleasant attentions and graceful
civilities, such On acquaintance aros'
between them as is occasionally un
avoidablc in foreign land among peo
pie living under the same roof. Sh,
would invite Sa|ome into her room, al
times, to partake OF her famous cup o
chocolate, and invite herself into Mrs
Parry's apartments to taste the Japa1
tea, under the Influence of which sh,
would relate the experiences of he,
"car, er," in her animated way, will
| such charm Of accent and broken
English as it would be impossible to re
produce.
Salome bad remarked, one evening
when they were alone together, on tn
beauty OF lockct that hung from he
chatelaine, on the reverse of which
was embedded an exquisitely engraved
emerald.
"Ob, that 6abio1e :" said Madame
giving ita little fling with her careless
finger "it was a birthday gift, so lont
ago I have almost tvrsnttea " len 8,
drolc. tolu him, when no one knew
my birthday, not even mys II; but the'
he would make the answer, The da.
you came 10 NE, the day I took You il
these arms was your birthday and I le
him have his way"
"He YVES very fond of you-you
husband" said Salomo, compassion ate
ly.
"Oh, nerci-yes my husband, 70
a little moment: how you are drole
Mademoiselle I was not speaking o
Monsieur, my husband; l did speak o
one who was much moro fond-one
did much wrong-much wrong !" sod
the little creature paused aud locke,
sentimentally out of the window.
Salome moved uneasily in her seat
perhaps this brilliant little woman hat
had lover as we'll as husband wha
then ? was it any business of hers
No but she liked her we'll enough tt
wish to clear her, even in Imagination,
from any such reproach. So,
~ do not understand you," said
Salome. "Was it your husband-your
father 7"
':Mon pere !" she cried, laughing
With tear in her eye. "Did one eve1
hear of him? You Americans have tht
fathers, no doubt; bat such as me, my
sell, We know how to do without thai
respectable monsieur. Non, non, I wal
lnDrato hnt mt IN him .,ao,a more ~