The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-07-13

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easlonS. But there was coming change
to all this. A series of small Incidents
not very weishty in themselves one
would ''al ! think, brought this change
about.
=, It was the first day of June, and
Frank was putting the finishing touch
e. to her toilet down stairs 10 her moth
er's parlor. She wore white tarletop,
for she was to sing at a morning con-
cert. A white tarleton, with some
pufdngs Of illusion crustiDg it like foam
AS she stood before the glass, fastening
knot Of heath in her hair, she saw
Mr.. Hadley ascending the stairs.
"You are like lily in ali that white
stuff," he sail, co ming forward into the
room.
I'D rather be rose-it suits me
better; but Harry forgot to go for my
roses, SO l pulled this heath out of a
bouquet had" she answered, abseutlv.
as she tried to get the heath into order
"What time are you to bo at the
ball I? he asked, leaning against the
piano in an idle, leisurely manner, as if
time and its hurries were nothing to
him.
"ln about half an hour, if I ever get
this rubbish heath in."
" And as she calculated this, is her lit
tie impatient way, she tore the rebel
llous spray out Of its fastening and
brought down with it two or three
puffy curls she had taken great pain,
with. Her cheeks flushed, and quick
as her quick thought she flung the of:
finding heathspray impetuously upon
the floor With childish "There w
Mrs.. stauhore said, reprovingly :
"Why, Frank =" But Mr. Hadlsy laugh
ed, giving bis head 4 certain backward
movement, and then leisurely walked
out ofthe room.
Fpe half hour bad not quite elapsed
when ne came back to 6nd Frank tying
on her white cloak, and still looking
rother disturbed. .~,
"fVe got your roses;" he said, smil.
ing'y, uncovering broad deep basket
where such treasures of rose-weal:h Law,
in hues Of pink and white and blush, as
to call out Franks widest admiration
and must imrulsive expressions.
"rhev are perfectly exquisite, per-
fectly; and you are just as kind as you
can be to get them for me at this elev-
enth hour, Mr.. Hadley."
Then she ran to the glass again, and
IN happy excitement, which was All
inspiration, showered herself with those
June-darlings.
Turning to him again when all was
completed, she put out her hand, and
said in yet more earnest gratitude.
"They are splendid, Mr.. Hadley y
and than With a little willfa], half-laugh-
ing glance at her mother, which be did
not lose; "and you are splendid to bring
them to me, and I think you with all
my heart"
Hejoined her laugh, but his eyes
lightened with some inward fire as he
looked upon her. And as he took the
little glovelcss hand she had put out to
him in her impulse Of thanks, he re-
peated in soft tone as he regarded her
crowned loneliness:
"'Queen rose Of the rosebud, garden of girls,
queen lily and rose In one.''
In this moment he seemed to have for.
gotten the presence Of Mrs. Stanhope ;
but the next instant her voice recalled
him, aod With sudden color in bis
cheeks he relinquished the little hand
and resumed his ordinary mannor.
But in a few minutes more the carriage
was announced, and quite as mat.
ter Of course he attended her to it bu'
Mrs: s:anhope, who was standing al
the window, saw him bend forward
and say something in low voice a.
he closed the carriage.door, which
something sent the color Of all her roses
into Franks checks. In the midst o1
Mrs. Ssanhope's perplexity a new
thought pierced like ray Of light.
"What if, after all''-she said aloud
turning from the window. And then
she fell into silent musiog as she
watched Mr.. Hadley down the street.
But the next two incidents put out
this new light, and brought on a vic.
lent change in the programme.
Bob Barker was leaning over the
piano, listening and looking devoutly
as frank sang for him. She sang a
soft ballad she had sung in the morning
and the scent of the roses-Mr. Had.
ley's roses-hung round her still. Mr.,
Badley himself, at a little distance,
leaned back in his chair and observed
the two-the singer and her devoted lis
tener-with keen attention and over
her busy knitting-needles Mrs. Stan.
hope observed Mr.. Hadley.
Young Robert had come to climax,
Of his admiration that morning. All
that white trlaeton and illusion and
roses and the sweet voice singing out Of
it, bad been too much for him. As
the sweet voice ceased now he began
pouring out his. ..thanks in rather; glow.
ing words. Ia the midst of these
words Mr.. Hadley's voice struck in
like a chill:
"Rob, who was that I saw you with
this morning