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

bringing on the catastrophe about which
We have been squabbling; :.let her
have her own way. She has never been
in her life; we have always
ct her have her own will from child !"
"For lear that she would break
bl'od-vessel if she had not, :" replies he,
smiling. "She told mo SO as We cane
aIoog-Miss Lenore," r.ising his voice
little. 'tMiss Lenore We throw our:
selves on 3our mercy"
"Come back, como back" cry /, ex-
citedly, shaking my umbrella, "you
will get sunstroke"
But LeBore is too indignant to answer.
CHAPTER VIII.
WHAT THE AUTHOR SAYS.
The blsndnesss born Of after-dinner-
hood is upon oil Dinan everybody is
as suave as fed Gvus; . child nigh:
play with them. The moon is holding
her great yellow candle above town,
and ugly black night skulks away il
corners. On tho other side of the Place
St. Louis, the old priest in sitting at
tho bottom Of his garden, reading his
breviary by moonlight. Ills white
houses green shutters, that have been
closed all day to keep out tho dust aud
glare, arc just opened to let in the even
ing cool. The mysterious family ln the
large yellow house a lower down, who
always 60 out driving 10 ramshackle,
old, close carriage, with all the windows
up, about shutdown, are setting off on
their nightly expedition. The immense
shadows of their horses are running up
the face Of the Pension jerome; the
heads and ears reach to the salou win
dows. Madame Lame Lauge, Cesar,
and Peroliue, are out. They have gone
faire de Ia musique chez H. le Capi.t
aine o. FLANAGAN, a broken-down
Irishman, who tells the credulous ma
tives that he has been in the Guards,
and who, with his numeroua progeny,
livos in the graceful retirement of an
entresoz in the Rue de St.-Malo. The
Herricks are therefore in undisputed
possession of the salon. The piano be-
longs to Madame Lange, and she mostly
locks it when she goes out. She has
forgotten to do SO to-day, and Frederick
is committing piracies upon it. Like
most little men with small, puny voices,
he is fond of teroclously warlike and
rollicking Bachanalian songs, oD the
sane principle, 1 suppose, which often
induces Hercules or a Samson to ex-
press in music his with to be butter
fly
"1n his loves bosom for to lie'-
r daisy, CT a swallow. Frederick has
ju>t teen giving faint utterance to
heathenish berserker sentiments, such
as that to fight all day and drink oil
night arc the only occupations really
worthy Christian gentlsmso's atten.
ton and now, leaning forward on the
musio-stool, aud peoring near-sightedly
through his spectaclss At the score, be
is piping
"soha soha said the bold MARCEL"
Mr.. LIE Mesurier-he is here, too; it is
few days after tho tea-picnic-is lean
ing out Of the window, smiling to him.
self, and whistliog in.udible accompapi-
ments to the singer. He is not gig.n~
tic enough to wish to be a butterfly,
and too big to insist upon being buc.
cancer. So he does not sing at all.
Jemima is smiling time with head and
foot, as she knits. Lenore is not in the
room At all she is sitting on the 'front.'
door step, rather to the disgust Of
Stephanie, whose favorite seat it is,
where she sits aud chatters rough gut
tural Breton to he e,yhbors, in clean,
stiff.winged cap, when her hard days
work is done. Leuore is chatting to
nobody; she Is only staring at the moon.
"Does your sister sipg?'' asked LIE
Mesurier, turning away from the win
dow.
eyes ; rather well -when she choos-
es," replies Jemima, rhythmically, still
nodding time.
"Would she siog now, if ono asked
her p
"probably not ; but I can but try
Lenore! Leaore" (goiog to the win
dow and looking down). "Co .e in out
Of the damp, child you'll catch your
death of cold"
'tNever did such a thing in my life,
my dear" il ..
"What arc you doing?" -,
"Ooly bay;Dg at the moon, as Mede.
moiselle Leroux's poodle did last night y
"Come up here and sing" s
"Could not think Ct supersediug the
present able performers"
'"He has stopped Puts in Paul,
leaning his arms on the sill, and Gran.
ing his brown neck out. tae is en-.
chanted. The bold Marco takes q grea,
deal cut of a fellow does not hc
W est Z" =. e.
a,AsIhe speaks, he turns away again
aughing, and, 70 laughing, torsets th>