The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-08-03
SWEET sAL0ME.

"Whither away?" asked Alston,
strolling into M'Gregor's apartment,
where be found that gentleman engaged
in packing.
"1'm going down to Thorpe's; he
sent aa invitation last week"
"Down to Tborpe's? There's pre-.
cious little shooting there, let me tell
you"
"One can do otherwise than shoot,
for variety. l am going down to marry
Sweet Salone, he said, laughing, aud
tossing the end Of his cigar into the
CRATE, as if he thus dismissed all did,
culties in the way Of his will.
"Have care! She has proved bit.
ter.sweet to as brave as you."
my names M'Gregor =" with mock
emphasis.
"But you're not on your native heath
down there. Just remember yourg
Latimer when she throws you over, and
don't throw yourself ihto the mill.
pond"
"Latimer was a fool"
"Don't decide till you have been en-
shared"
| "Hewever, you know he didn't
drown. The idea of man in his sober
senses becoming 70 intoxicated with
love as that. Pshaw!'
'That was just it. He wasn't 10 his
sober senses. But I must be off. Good
luck to you bo,k;" and M'Gregor re.
turned to his packing for Thorpe had
written:
"DxAR MAo.-Come down and see Us
stra'ghtway. We are all alone but for one
] or two heavy guests and Sweet Sslome,
who scatters tho suscept;bles at such q
fearful rate as to keep me in utter desola-
ton. l shouldn't think Of asking you, but
| know that you are one Of the invincibles,
and therefore as secure as your consider
| ate ThoRPI."
"One OF the inv,ncibles !" muttered
M'Gregor. ~ hope so-tbe burned
child breads the fire, they say. At leas,
nothing venture, nothing have dare
say / shall be disappointed in her )"
with which discourag.ng remark he
proceeded to answer rhorpe's letter in
person.
1t was almost t~iligbt when he reach.
ed the Lodge, where he found part Of
the household on the piuzza, enjoying
the soft radiance of sunset friogiop the
violet heavens, into which, at breathing
spaces, great stars stole and shooo
tremulously, as if just pluminy th. i
wings fer further flight They had
taken tea al tresco, and one or two be.
lated ones were yet lingering over their
coffee and chocolate, as if the hour
itself added a favor. AS M'Gregor
passed on his way to the house the
presiding genius lifted her eyes to his,
casually.
"What plain girl" he commented.
II wonder Thorpe doesn't enliven hia
home with more b'illiancy ; but there's
Sweet salome, I suppose she is illumiu.
alton enough for county; 1 wonde,
which is she ; imagined l should know
her at first sight," and instinctively, b,
= sort Of fascination, bis eyes wandered
back to the "plaiu girl" at the urn.
| "Who is that stranger 2" asked one
Of her companions.
! ~ haven't the most remote idea,' u
she replied.
"Haven't? Why, he looked At you as
though you constrained him to do 90,
and he was angry At it."
"Nonsense, Kitty, your tea has goOe
to your head: merely glanced at him
and thought him very ugly man."
eyes; and you merely glanced at
Victor, and e1tinguished hin At Jean,
and he became = myth; at"
"You give me credit for the Evil
Eye."
"Only credit Tor eyes that seize the,,
victim unaware. One looks, and thisI 6
ooe is done With you i; but it is surpris.
ing to find that the gaze always returns
to you. willy.ni'ly."
"You must have been dabbling in
hasheesb. Sha'n't I give you cup Of
chocolate for an antidote ?"
"Salome-Miss Tresham," broke in
Thorpe At her elbow, "behold new
candidate for your cakes and coffee
my friend, Mr.. August M'Gregor."
"Mr. August M'Gregor, shall be
happy to serve you )" and M'Grego,
| felt on the instant that the voice be-
loDged to . worker in charms.
""Thauk you" he answered, "you vii
have ample opportunity = then. sfte'
drinking his tea aud giving Thorpe th<
LAST political .sems, be turned again t
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