The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-09-21
he could bear a little impatienoe. and

he could bear a little impatienoe, and per-
haps injustice, without weeping as be
docs-which only makes me more imps.
tieut and more cold, Mr. Rutherford;
If he had more practical power, more
knowledge Of the world, and were less
dreamy and romantic, if he did not al
Ways talk Of the future SO wildly, aad
With such strange satisfaction if in
stead OF imagining himself hero, he
would be content to be first q man. I
should be kinder to him; but''-snd
Magdalen looked mp, with a full aud
almost appealing look, into Horace's
face-"he wearies me! I am very,
very sorry for it. I would give all I
have in the world not to feel 80 wearied
by him, but I cannot help it. I love
and respect him very much.'' And
Magdalen got up, and walked away
'If," she then said, suddenly coming
back and standing before Horace, with
an expression and in an attitude sufi-
ciently passionate, eff he has told you
to speak to me, you may tell him in re-
turn what I have said. My love for
him will be always 10 proportion to his
own manliness and common sense. If
he continues as he has been ever since
poor papa's death, I shall get to hate
him. My husband must be = man who
can help and direct me, not a child
sobbing out melancholy bits of poetry"
Magdalen, as if she had uttered the
most tremendous secret, and committed
the most strocious crime, rushed from
the room to her own chamber upstairs;
where, locking the door, she flung her,
self on her knees, and for the first
time since her arrest, fell into such a
passion Of grief as she had never
welded to in her life before.
Horace sat for few moments sha-
ding his eyes after she had left. Some
thing in her tone and manner had
thrilled through him and, while wish
ing to condemn her, had enlisted him
en- her side. She looked SO strong and
beautiful, and he felt how far below her
Paul was he understood also what she
must feel as woman lately come to
the knowledge of her strength aud Of
he lovers weakness together. Horace
pitied them both but he pitied Mag
dalen the more, because he sympathised
most with her. If he had been a wo-
man, perhaps he would have pltied
Paul.
"Ah, we'll !" said Horace half aloud,
rising from the sofa; II dare say they
will get on better when they are once
fairly married. 1t is terrible position
for both, and no one knows which is
| more to blame-fo7 certainly Paul is
very tiresome, and Magdalen is harsh,"
which was all that could be said for OF
against both.
After this lecture from Horace, Mag
dalen, by visible effort over herself,
was kinder to Paul than she had been
of late, and the boy was consequently
as widely happy as he had formerly
been uoreasouably in despair. But
Horace saw, by every sign which Mag
| dalen strove to hide, that bis raptures
bored her as much as his complaints
had done before and that the cause Of
their disunion lay deeper than anything
that Paul could do or undo now. She
was discnchanted, and saw their want
of moral Ekeness-perhaps she exager-
ated it: but it was still there, and
could not be repaired. The effort of a
few days soon became too much for
Magdalen; again she relapsed into her
old manner of impatience and coldness,
and again Paul became heart broken
and hysterical.
Again Paul spoke to Horace again
besought his intercession; with such
despair, such ruin of hope and happi-
ness; with such a wrecked life, that
Horace, strangely unwilling, was forced
for mere PHYS sake, to undertake as
whatever he undertook he went through
with thoroughly, he spoke to Magda'
len again with even more decision
force, and distinctness than before
Aud he told her plainly tha: she va.
very wrong.
"Did Paul give you this mission?'
SAID Msgdalen haughtily.
"He certainly spoke to me Of you
colduess to him but I have also eeer
, it for myself Horace said, not looking
her in the face.
"And may I ask what you advise
nay, desire me to do?" said Magdalen
still in the same manner.
"Be as kind to him as possible
: said Horace, stealing glance into he
flushed face.
"ADd you-who, at least, are manly
can soy such word to me for N,
future husband p exclaimed MagdAlel
bitterly. "Kind! kind the wort
you would use to to child, or slave
or pet lap.dog! Kind to man VIII
, ought to stand as your ideal Of goo'
, and Of power, to tie being whom, mex
God, you ought to reverence aud vor
ship. Kind he asks his friend tt
plead with his obdurate lover, and bel
her to be kind -
She looked at him with her prout
: head flung back and her eyes as har'
and as bright as steel. Her lip did no
curl, only her nostrils dilated, and thos