The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-07-06


and her fears and her patient wcmanly
virtues. But her mother, who knew
what silent courage and persistence she
was possessed Of, guessed that she had
been working hard in many ways for
Hthis- thing" and at the last spoke OF it
in this riant manner to cover her real
anxiety and perhaps distaste for it. And
20 she glanced up quickly at Elien's in
formation and asked her pl,in Dues
ton, while she watched her with search
Ing eyes.
-"Arc you sure you have talent for
this, Ellen =? do you like. it? aud shall
you be happy In it I? Because, if you dc
Mt, there is no necessity for'it, rcmom.
bcr that, for you are uot as expensiv.
nearly as you We've a., a schoolgirl, 'yol
know, and l managed then very nicely
Besides, you are valuable as a helping
hand in the care Of the house." .r~
Ellen colored little at this, for sh,
knew what her mother had thought
But she answered honestly enough. .".
|Isuily think 1 have TIE talent, mother
AID l dare say I shall like it; you'll le
me try, won't you :"
=. .''Oh yes, if you really are in ear
uest:.' ..-. -: y ..s
That wa all the preliminary talk the,
had about It Aud the next week tn,
young teacher had entered: upon .hc
duties e. a., X
"What started you 50 suddenly Q.
chat track, Ely? asked eighteen
year-o(d Harry, rather erandly.
"Oh, my talent, Harry. ! couldu'
hide it in = so.spkin, you know, an,
longer" Aud ELY laughed.
"Yo1 SEQ, ELY, !" Hairy went %
still more graudly, 10 anorher year
shall BE- able to take care Of myself ,ant
d. s,mething for the rest of you, I dar.
say. So there is no need Of your doing
this thing" - ,''~ s.
''Thank you, Harry, you ere yer!
kind" answered Ellen, WITH =. = Sigh
twinkle in her practical eye at Harry
swift surety of "doiug something 10
the rest of you" "You are very kind,
Harry, but there's my, talent I'm a
little strong minded, you know, and I
'1ust work out what there is in me-"
N,vs.t< until year had been passed by
Ellen 10 .'eseloping her "talcnt," as she
called it, did ny one know juet what it
was that had st~>rted her on "that
track."' 1t was Elen's birthday. She
was twenty one, and her u..'e]e Tom was
gayly bantering her as was his custom.
""HlHarry stood in your shoes >:ao@,
MiS Ss Mlen, it would be worth while.
But l.cap't see why girls should ever
be t*eht5 lone. They should keep in
their 'eens, you know, while they are
girls. Why, there's your mother and
your aunt here were married of long
before your age. Let's SEQ, Kate you
we're only eighteen, and Mary was but
seventeen. Why, what are you two
sbout-you and Frank ?-nice-lookiug
young women like you, too"
Ellen answered this with great appa-
rent carelessness and you would never
have thought, as she answered., that
she was at Ill disturbed. Frank, who
bad been playing softly and fttully at
the piano, heard this last remark of
Uncle Toms. Pretty, veh emen, Frank,
who looked much younger than Ellen,
but who Was two years older, swung
herself rouad on the music stool and
cried out 10 her littls funny. quicktem-
percd way:
"How can you talk in that style,
Uncle Tom? As If woman's whole
earthly concern was to get married l
don't think you need be so proud of
early marriages in our family if no
tber's and Aunt Mary's did turn out
we'll. There's Aunt Harret's: charm.
i'g match that is, isn't it? And there's
Uocle Dick, great splendid fellow tied
to that little dolll Do you suppose: if
Aunt .Harrie had waited until she was
lu her twenties she would have fallen in
love With a man who murders the ::Eo-
glish langu .ge every time be opens hi.
mouth |? Ard do you think Uncle
Dick would have married only pretty
doll if he had waited until he was a
man 2"
. Uocle Tom Alro,l wasn't very much
pleased with this sudden attack and
there might have epsued quite a tilt, of
tongues if Harry had not just then
come in with "bee in his bonnet"
Wh@n Harry had a bee in his. bonner
't'al~a,s 'ouzeed Very: noisily.: without.
regard for time Or place.:
81 say, mother" he burst out, 'sRob
Barker's uncle is coming homo from
Europe, and Rob wantst to get room
for him at the West End here. And L
told him I guessed he could have Mar
chants room. M'rchau'ts going away,
you know, next month :" :,
"Mr. Marchants, Harry. Don't get
into that firpant way of calling a man
twice or three times your age MAR
chant 1t sounds under-bred," re-
proved Mr.. Stanhope.
SWELL Mr.. Marctaut,. then. Bot
about tho room, mother?" persisted
Harry.
elbow old man is Rob Barker's m.
Gle, Harry?" ,ssked Mrs.. stanhope,
thoughttullv.. 80 -. /