The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-07
Goodbye, Sweetheart !"
A TALE IN THREE PARTS,
BIZ RHoDA BouaH1o1, AUTHOR or''TsD IL ROSE Is
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''Being SO very willfui, yyol zu.t Co."
MORNING.
A TALE IN THREE PART

''The sleepless Houls, who watch me as lie,
Curtained with star-enwoven canopies,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
Tanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,
Waken me when their mother, the gray Dawn,
Tells them that dreams and that the moon are
gone."
CHAPTER 1.-wHAT JENNA sEYs.
A kiogly June day. The hay.smell
drowning all other smells in every
land Of Christendom: battling even
with the iugeniously i'll odors Of this
little drainless Breton town. People
who suffer from hay fever are sneezing
and blowing their noses all the world
else is opening its nostrils wide. The
small salon of a small French boarding.
house-a narrow room, with a window
at each end and, in this room, the two
sisters, the two Misses Herrick.
Five minutes ago, the mistress Of
the establishment entered, and closed
the persiennes of one Of our windows,
to hinder the sun from abtn,er-ing the
bretonne curtains, as she said. She was
about to follow suit with the other, and
only desisted on eager and impassloned
representations that not even Breton
sun can shine from all points of the
compass at once, Through the one
easement thus left US, Lonore is leaning
out-Lenore, our youngest born, the
show one Of our family. On her elbows
she is loaning, looking idly into the lit
tie grass-grown place, on which, .Mdlle.
Leroux's pension gives. Jemeima-I
am Jemima-is making a listless re.
connoitro of the furniture-the little
cheap prints on the walls, "La Religi-
euse defendue," ole Guerrier panse,"
"Napoleon l., Emperor des Francis )"
one long fern frond and a single fox
glove in a wineglass on the mantel.
shelf; bare parquet, cold to the feet.
Jemima is tweuty-eight years Of age,
and very good.naturcd ; at least, SO peo-
pie say. l have tften noticed that the
eldest Of many families are, physically
speaking, failures. Jemima is, physi-
cally speaking, failure.
"How one misses ones fve-o'clock
tea !" says Leuore, looking back half
over her shoulder to throw this and the
succeeding remarks at me. "From ten
O'clock breakfast to six-o' clock dinner,
what dreary waste How do you sup
pose the aborigiues stave off the pangs of
hunger, Jemima Do they chew quid
of tobacco, or a piece Of chalk, or
what 7" ::
I reply, laconically:
''Biscults." "." .,'
"Does not your heart yearn for one
Of those open tarts with fresh strawber-
ries we saw yesterday al the patissier in
the Rue de St.. Malo1 Mine does. !
wish I had asked Frederick to bring
me one."
"And do you imagine" ask I, sardoni.
cally, "that you have deduced that poo,
man to such pitch OF imbecility as tc
induce him to carry about jam.tarts in
his coat-pocket for ~"
Lenore smiles; she has that verj
sweet smile which is, they say, the pc
ouliar attribute OF ill.tempered people.
II think" she answers, "that he il
not far from being on level with Mis-
Armstrong; lover, who allowed her tt
dress him up as sheep, and him leac
by a blue ribbon into room full O
company"
IGNORES face is more round thar
oval it is fresh as bunch OF rose.
gathered at sunrise-fresh, but no.
ruddy; her nose, though not in tht
least retrousse, belongs rather to tht
family of upward than that of down
ward tending noses p; her eyes are gray
y are the eyes of.nin. -tenths Of TIL
Anglo-saxon race, large, though no
with the QUILTED l.rgepess Of = :"Rooi
Of Beauty" " wherein ea.h eye is double
the size Of the prim purse: mouth ; il
her. two cheeks are two sdimplds that
when she is grave, one only suspects
but that, when she laughs or smiles
deepen into two little delicious pitfalls
to catch mems souls at unawares in.
"If Frederick were anybody bu
Frederick" say I, sinking into an arm
chair, and pulling out my knitting
like most failures, I'm fond of work
"it would be considered rather risqu'
of us two innocents, travelling about thE
Continent with young man in ou1
I train, even though he is a clergyman
"It Frederick" replies Lenore, con
temptuously turning back to her con
temptation of the place, and. replaoio!
her gray. giugham elbows on the sill
"were to be caught in the most 6agiti
ous situation one can imagine, tha
Simon. Pure SAGE Of lis. would carr,
him triumphantly through. Who cal
connect the idea Of immortality au'
spectacles' Talk Of an angel, and yo'