The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-08-03

In tho mean while Sslome per-
csivcd that he had entirely waived the
question, and had been trying to con-
vince himself as we'll as her.
"You will allow, at least, that it was |
a highly romantic story" she continued.
"Thrope gave me the headings. II
wonder that you didn't fall IN love with |
her yourself, Mr.. M'Gregor." |
"Perhaps I did. Perhaps I rcsem-
bic that man in our town who jumped |
into the brier bush and scratched out
both his eyes, and am in great danger
Of following the sequel:
When he found his eyes were out,
With all bis might and main,
He jumped into another bush
And scratched them in again.
You see, Mother Goose was far sight
ed old lady; she very we'll understood
that abe sons of earth are always get.
ting sntangled"
st seems to me that you are return
ing to the old theme," in Thrcpe, who
had overheard the last :; "and . fine
compliment yeu are paying the sex
comparing them to bramble bush !"
"Know that am comparing the sit.
uation, not the sex, thus, before you
break lance in their behslf."
"Don't be alarmed; Thrope has
nothing but heart to break in the
cause :! lances are old STYLE" said Sa.
lone; and at that moment lights and
ices we're introduced. "An equaliza-
tion of bounty" Kitty remarked, but
which gave Salome an opportunity for
retiring to finish tho novel she had left
in the midst of chapter purporting to
explain "why he didn't PROPOSE" a
state Of affairs With which she was
quite unfamiliar.
Before M'Gregor had been in the
house week he could not refuse to con.
fess that Sweet Salome had justified
herself ia the matter Of adjectives. In
what tho charm consisted he would
have been at loss to define, but that
it did in fact exist, and was not some
mere coojuratiou Of the fancy, was daily
becoming more aud more a matter Of
personal experience to him. Beauty,
according to the letter Of the law, had
nothing to do with the impression she
created, for in truth, in her actual pres
ence, one paid her the high compliment
Of forgetting that she lacked anything !;
of being seosible only to an influence
that transcribed mere symmetry of
form and feature, 90 influence that was
magnetic in its effect and mysterious as
to Its cause. M'Gregor found himself
somewhat displeased at this result, how
ever ; he~was of the persuasion that he
came down to Thorpe Lodge to conquer
and to be conquered; but perhaps he
had not been quite honest with him
self, and had Intended simply to con
quer; whereas it was not so very plain
but that the tables were being turbed.
"Strange,' said he, "that sue should
hit on that Cerise Us. M'Gregor affair
by way Of a greeting. I wonder how
much Thorpe knows about it; not much
I fancy. On the whole, I ought to
congratulate myself at my coolness uu-
der fire, which, doubtless, did credit to
all concerned, and fairly routed my
sweet tormentor."
He needn't have troubled himself ;
Cerise had been summa,ily dismissed
from the mind of Salome, sud unles.
some future mention should revive tho
romance concerning Msdcmoiselle it
was possible that the thought Of her
might never again occur to one who
had her hands already too full 10 at
tending to her own affairs, in transform.
ing lovers into friends by virtue Of har
fairy prerogative.
''Ladies aud gentlemen" said Thorpe
at tho breakfast-table one morning, IL
don't know how you are going to dis.
pose of yourselves, this glorious day as
for me, am obliged to take a run into
the next county on business purposes
What do each Of you propose
"rm going to catch trout to feed the
fair" said Hildreth "and Kitty"
! us going to write to her guardian y
concluded that damsel.
"On the question Of finances, O.
course" said Thorpe. "What is you
design, Salome ?"
MY design? 1 thought I would
perhaps try to look up the Indians ~ht
are illustrating squatter sovereignty
somewhere in the neighborhood."
"Do you want come wampum, too ?''
asked M'Gregor.
IL want basket braided in an in.
tricate fashion Of hedge.work, and lined
with more pockets than you ever saw"
"Pickpockets included 7" said he, re-.
turning a memorandum she had Drop
ped in taking out her handkerchief, and
on which he was unable to forbear
reading schedule Of her days employ
ment, and playing the commentator
something in this wise: "'Mem. To
find the Indians. LET me go, let me
go to my wild forest name.' TO finish
my butterdy.-'1'd be a butterfly. "To
mend my honiton. Never too late to
mend TO give Jean his quietus.'-'l
give it upv"
"And high time, too," said Salome.
"Do you intend t, accomnlish all