The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-04-20

proachsbssn mingled With them by her
tender conscience. But Marioa vas o
eodseod to her ], bravely did she, With
Mr. Gardens help, stand between
;Eugenia aud all outward annoysnees
during the first few bitter ho1rs of her
trial, and between them they mansged
to get her away from London before
the inquest and burial took place, and
to save her much of the misery to
which she would have been subjected |
by a aperusal Of the story as it appeared
in the daily newspapers. And in 4
seaside place-far from London, from |
Fairmead, and from Southmere, out Of
the sight Of GeoArey Gardens pleading |
glances, Of the sound of her mothers |
lamentations, or Autoiuette Lenuox's
spitetul insinuations, tended by the
love Of her sister Marion, cheered by
the society Of Amy Elliot, and happyiu
the company Of her little children
Eugenia Archer dwelt for twelve peace
fsl months, while prospect in the fu-
ture-s prospect Of renewed hope, and
love, and joy-grew more rosy, and
more assured with every5 passing hour.
e It was Christmas ag,in-Christmas
two years later still-that is to say, it
was Christmas in merry England, where
the rich were grumbing over the pace
of. Goals, and paupers were shivsring
without GOALS at all, aud little children
were crying over their chilblains and
necessarily blowing their frosty little
noses i; but it felt aad looked little
:nough ike Christmas on board the
steamship Aurora, bound for Calcutta,
rs she glided up the dark-blue waters of
the Red Sea. - -: ~ &.
f. "A. heavenly night: above, tho sky
studded With innumerab|e stars below
the waters epread out Infinitely ike =
smooth; deep, untathomsble lake;
around, the balmiest and most silent Of
atmospheres, and, BY the time Of earth,
eleven o'clock. a.. , -:
Most Of the passengers of the Aurora
are in their berths aud fast asleep, for
the day has been long and tho. unusual
heat is trying; only a few 'linger, such
fsw as feel the continual presence of an
unsympathizing crowd a check upon
their intercourse, Who still have some
taing new to say to one another, and
love to say it when alone with the safe
stars and the uuechoing winds Of heav.
eo. And Of such few, a couple-man
and womau-stand close together At the
steamers prov, watching the line Of
Hight which the moon leaves upon the
waves, and reading ia each others
Es'lenee an eloquence too deep for words.
"What are you thinking Of, my
dearest 7" At last he says.
II was watching how these little
frotby waves, caused by the working
Of our engine, rush past the vessel and
melt upon the open sea, only to be
succeeded by as many more, like
troubles on life's sea, which are ever
rising and ever falling, but pass away,
and are 80 soon forgotten, if we have
but patience ~
"And which religion gilds, my dar-
ling, as the moons light gilds the va
ters. But trust your troubles are all
past and gone."
She pressed up closer to him.
"1f not, | have you to share them
with me, Geoffrey; for I do not suppose
that Heaven intends that trouble shall
entirely pass away until we do so our
selves"
GLOW now what is this "a tear
Have you been thinking of, and re.
gretting, the little ones at home,
Eugenia 7" 81. 5:.'~
; "Oh, no They are so happy and sc
we'll under tho care Of my dear siste,
Marion that I feel they have every
thing 7 could desire. Besides, you
: have promised that shall very soon
see them again. ' IT. .>~'
"And you have perfect faith in al
} my promises, Eugeuia?'
GAS 1 have in Heaven" she answer
ed. ferven,ly.
=, "Well, then, what is it discomposel
you to. night =? Tiny and Mopsy are safi
beneath Aunt Marion's wing, and Mrs
. Beale is made happy by the compan,
: ot her dear Antoiuette Gn whom no ont
will ever believe again but bersel] q
. Ash Grove and Mr.. and Mrs Geot
! troy Garden are On their way to Calcut
t ia, hoping to see England again in I
) couple Of years, at most. Are you po
content to begin new life, my dar'
, liogl"
"With you! o deoffrey, how ca,
: you ask it ? and after all I have gon,
; through 7"
: ."Iell me, then, the reason: Of thi'
: horrid little tear, which had no bust
r ness at all on my wife's cheek"
"It is-it s-because / am 50 very
3 very happy, Geoarey and ! am afraid
) such happiness can never last" .ss.
'Then you are wrong, Eugenia," he
> said tenderly, as be cast his arm pro
. tect'ugly about her. "People who hav.
known trouble in their early days an
very apt when the sun shines upo!
them, to think, Is you do now, that, j,
is quite by accident, and that the clouds