The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-02-02
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- CHAPTER Ill, :e .r.x.
The ladies Of Ash Grove, although
they saw that Mrs. Archer's restoration
to health and strength must be the
work Of time, had hoped that a good
nights rest would restore something
like life and animation to her demeanor !;
and one of them, at least, was sorely
disappointed at seeing her enter the
breakfast-room, on the following morn
ing, looking as downcast and dispirited
az she had done on her first arrival.
"How do you do, Mrs. Grand
mama :" exlaimed a very treble. voice,
as the halfshy, halfimpadent face of
Miss Tiny was thrust in at the break
f"st-room door. ~.., 1.~.4t.-,.:,., J!
"Quite we'll, thank you, Mrs: Grand
child" returned the old lady, who
could be natural when she chose j; and
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the repartee 50 delighted Tiny, that. she
ran ationce to take her station; beside
her gandmother'e knee, o,Ir ~
"May I bring:them in with me-, fo,r
this; morning?'' said Mrs. Archer, who
was following close upon the heels Of
her little daughter, with the younger
child cuddled in. her. arms ,,,"I know
that the dining-toom is not The. proper
place for children; but they are, 50
strange as yet"
"Of course, my deari!" said Mrs.
Beale, as she. patted72 the hand which
Tiny had laid in hers. II Fave no
doubt they will be very good and quiet
Marion, couldn't: you ind d ] picture-
book for this little girl to look at p
And tell Mary Ann, to bring down the
hlg b chair which We bought last time
dear Antoinette was here; n..<
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It was a noticeable fact that Mrs.
Beale always ordered about her .daugh.
ter, Mrs. Elliot (who, although quito
able to maintain household of he,
own, had lived at Ash Grove, since he,
husbands death, to keep her 5mothe,
company as ifshe had been an un-
married girl, still subject to her control
"a mistake which the sweet tempe,
and affabi'ity Of: the younger. woman
encouraged where it should. have re-
buked. She arose Immediately on tn
present occasion, and obtained the arti
cles required Of her; while Eugeni,
was shocked to think she should, have
been asked to run about for the benefit
of her children. - =,
"Pray, dont't say any more about it.
said Marion, to check the apologies o.
her sister, as she helped. to settle tht
baby in his high chair. II am sure We
are only too glad to have. then
here. I am most anxious to get bet.
ter acquainted with these little people,
Doesn't it seem strange: mamma" she
continued, as the they settled themselves
at the breakfast table, "to look at those
children, and to think they are Eugen'
las very own, and that we have neve,
seen their father? I hardly believe it!''
| "And that he should have been &C.
quainted with dear Antoinette before
he went to Iudia," SAID her mother
"aud known US all by name and YET
We never camo in contact 1t does
seem very curious p -.
"Now, do tell US all about him, :Eu
genia r. exclaimed her sister: stY You,
letters used to be such scrubby sffairs
and Indian photographs are such
smudgy affairs, that, between tho two
We havo a very vague notion Of biz
personal appearance. He is dark il he
not p =. .,az~ s:o*j>" 80 .1#:'::4
"Oh, uo-fair," said her sister, quick.
ly. She had been growing very red
ever since the conversation turned upor
tho subject Of her husband, and some
thing in the duttering tone Of her voice
as she uttered these words, caused Mrs
Elliot to raise Fer eyes to hers. 49,, -..:@t -,
"Papa's eyes are like miuo," quott
Tiny, devotiug one moment for .tb,
benefit Of the public, from the contem
!; plation Of her picture book, 'a*-z .s2 r
::"And yours are nearly black y sal,
Marion Elliot, as she looked into tn
child's dark orbs.-"Well so I Away
fanoied your husbands must be
Eugenia, from iAntoipette's description
She calls him I dark man:,'9 q, qt ~ "a
cit Is long time since she ga,
him." replied Mrs. Archer. evasiyely
more than twelve years, 1 believe
"But has not Willoughby mentioned
her to you, my dear 2" demanded Mn
Beale, :"I should like to hear what h
thought Of her. But, dear me! ther
are never two opinions on that sub
ject.''
q can quite believe Il, = remarked
Mrs. Elliot: caustically. &, * :
But 1t this moment, r MopsY. vb'
was as spoiled and fractiosu . youni
mortal as It is possible to conceive, .,re
fused to remain any longer in: ,th,
high chair, but climbed q. . bis moth
er's knee, thrustipg: his fingers int
her plate, and cup, and saucer an, an