The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-28

nShall I row you, down there T.
SEQ p he: asks, 'banteriogly. She
springs to her feet ,nia moment.
aWsU youss Do you mean really E.
shs cries, eagerly. "Ah, noH (be,
voice falling WITH > disappointed %,
deuo) ~. zee ~ your eyes that you
did, not mean it-tbat you were only
tantalising me- ,5g s..... !. hi .4..z d;
He feels her thin draperies waited
against his knees in tho slow night
. wind, q lhe stands before him !; the
breath Of the lime-aowers comes pass
ing sweet to. his nostrils. 1t is all but
dark. 1ltt.94
~ did not mean to tantalize you," ha
:. answers, simply. II will take you. ant,
welcome, if you wish ; only what will
your sister say {" f.
9 "shs will say, 'Lenore, are you mad?'
She always says that. Perhaps I am
mad I sometimes think So"
"But what time Of night is it, do you
suppose! Is not it nearly bedtime ?"
no adds, taking out his watch, aud try.
ing to deoipher the hour BY tho little
crimson CLEANS from the cate.
"Bedtime "she cries, impatieutly.
II feel as if I shall ike never to 90 to
bed again IS long as I live.
"what has night to do with sle.p,"
- ''All right, tbeu-come along" says
hs, reel lessly, seeing that he|is in for,
it, sad that It is not his business to end
biz companion in prudish seruplss,
which do not seem inclined to occur to
her. "A quarter Of IN hour more, and
no vomau's dress glimmers white from
the shaded bench 10 tho Place Du-
Gaeaelin ; it is glimmering, instead, IN
N. Pauache's little cock.boat on the
broad, bright Rance. Deaths lovely
brother, Sleep, is ruling over every
sthisg; even the river sleeps, and no
passing breeze breaks it's slumber. The
moon comes up behind tho chestnut
woods, and the water lies smooth as
glass !; while the trees, aud the tremu.
loua grasses, and the great squadrons Of
broad ox.eJes-yellow sun.disks with
white rsys round tbem-live again in
the black depths, where the moon also
liss drowned. ike pale, bright maiden.
They are floating along so Silly, so
Silly, % the opaline food The little
boat hardly moves. Lenore is sitting
IN The stern. Tho red cloak Paul
brought her il dropping from her shout.
ds's,; pearly lights are playing about
her hair, aud her grave fair face and
her wonderful eyes.
:. "lf one veieaond of her, one would
DO in tho seventh heaven. I suppose
says Paul, cynioally to himself: But
even though one is not fond of her
even though one disapproves of her
even though she is net ones style
yet Aesh is weak, and blood is blood !;
and in cool manhood, As in hot youth,
blood still tingles, and pulses th1ob,
With the seductive euervation Of night,
proximity, and great fairness.
"Sh,ll I s;ng7 asks the girl, almost
s 10 whisper-
"sins I sing what shall singi
'.o 1hs cat Taa away with the puddng-bag string"
sss by all means, if you like"
"'What shall 1 sing, really ?-Eng-
lish, French, German, Italian"
~4 "Whatever you please. The smallest
contribution thankfully received"
She leans her round, white elboe on
her lap for q moment or two, and head
on her hand, in reflection ; then the
peusive look fades out Of her face, and
daredevil smile flashes over 1t.
"You Gre q civilian, are you not Z"
che asks, abruptly.
II am now. WhyT
! You cannot take my song personally,
that il. oil. Listen I am beeinning."
y This is IGNORES song, As it rings
Gnyly out over the dumb woods aud
waters. Most Of you, my friends, know
Il veil enough:
"oh que Jaime lss nilitsiresl
e Jaine lee militsires;
- J'aiAs lsur unilorms coquet. +.
Lsur noustachs st leur plunst.
u sais-es que j. voudrais.
j. voudrais sire cantinisre.
-9 Avsc sux toujours je serais,
4At}t = II j. iss srissrais,
81 - Pres dsux, vaillaAts ct legere
- - Aux eoabats js M slancsrais-"
She breaks Of abruptly.
"Do you like it I"
T.. "Immensely."
"That means not at ALL"
sit l. song that am particu-
lavly. toud Of, and 1 thiuk the lioe in
which you, express your intention of
asking your friends drunk peculiarly
hppy," be answers, ironically: Z,
= She looks d1wn, half-asbamed.
49,. . 9Th ideal Woman would not have
0ng sash . song, l suppose I" ,..::.
"Probably not" e,...v. s..,--
Tell n" she cries, impulsively, in
~ ilsal woman clothed with flesh p
"What do you mean?" u. :>..@ a.
III shs some living, breathing NO.
nan, that you have in your minds eye?'
4 He hesitates ! little, and slso reddens
--unlsss the moon bellies him-a little.
q "Sinee you ask me point. BLACKWELL,
Chs IL. s,5.s.Sizs. "a :. -#.n.r - aa,
The girl turns her fair head aside,
~ droops i over the stream, through
which she draws her hand listlessly. :.
as'Tell me what she ia like :; I wish to
know shs s.ys presently, very softly.
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