The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-28
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'iWill you run and fill the kettle !?
Frederick must ;makea nice fat place
t'r it to 81, upon" " continues my SISTER !;
si,yoa know Cooking up at him with q
sort Of sleepy coqo"try from under her
eyesl that it Was only on the condi-
ton that you We're useful that We allow
ed yon to come at tall. Y:.~
II may be my imagination, but T can
not help fame, Ing thatour new acquain-
-tancc eievates his eyebrows almost i'm
perceptibly at this speech. :.s
- don't think that. Mr.. lie Mesurier
would have broken his heart if we had
not let him oome," I say tartty in ir-
ritated surprise at IGNORES want of
perception. 50 speaking, I kneelsaown,
and with a. ehafed spirit begin to un.
pack. the basket and cut bread-and. but
ter. Lenore aings herself down on the
grass, and lying all along among the
wood. flowers, watches with malicious
smile Frederick, who has begun. again
to blow his tagging fire. !: The three
EuSl'sh ladies on donkeys pass along the
towing path they turn their blue.veil.
ed heads toward our little encampment
and stare. The youth, whose pleasing
task it is to goad their jackassss into
6.tal and momsntary gallops, stands
stock-st;ll, with hungry eyes fastened
IN the bread and. marmalade. 81 =.
3..p "F'rederick has overblown HIMSELF
says Len ore, .lang hing '.he has blown
all his. fire ..away.-Mima,. dear, you
,lm1,us must go and pick up some more sticks
Er him." * - s's''~ ,rs,:.* j..
u. am preparing to rise. aud obey with
my usual tame docility, when Mr.. LIE
Mesurier, who has just returned with
his full, dripping kettle from the Rance,
interposes !. - 49,. ..;.. !:
.'.:'"Miss Lenors-your name is Lenore,
not Leonora, is not i, ?-may I ask you
one question 2" .: ..:.:
$50 as it is not how old l am, OF
whether my chignon is all my own
hair" replies Lenore, with sort of un.
easy smartuess.
ut is neither don't want to know
either" he answers, gravely.
"What is it, then? Say on," throw
ing her head back little, to be able
to get . good look at him.
"Why do not you go and pick up
sticks yourself, instead of sending your
elder sister p i
"Elder sister,! cry I, with mirth-
less laugh. "Please don't challenge
respect for me on that head; I had
rather be treated with contumely for
ever ermore, than reverenced for such a
'riste superiority"
81 d, not go myself" replies Lenore,
not listening to me, but still looking
steadily up at him, "because I make it
a rule never to do any thing for N.Y.
self that | Can get any one else to do
for me-"
"Oh, indeed! Thanks" turning
away.
Il SIT no manner of store by those
little everyday virtu s." continues
Lenore, disdalrfulIy thrusting out her
red under.lip; "running on other peo.
pies crrands, carrying their parcels,
ordering dinner, sitting with your back
to the horses-any one can do them
they are great deal of trouble, and
there is no creiit to be gos out Of
them"
"Anybody cannot sit with his back
to the horses, for it makes some people
sick" replies LIE Mesurier, laughing.
He has thrown himself forward, full
length on the ground, in one of those
carelessIy graceful attitudes that the
British gentleman affects his hat is on
the back Of his head, and his feet arc
kicking about among the catchays and
ragged-robins.
."Now, it it we're soue big, thing u
continues my sister, flushing, as she
having raised herself from the grass
leans her back against chestnut.trunk
~ could DO: tt know I could; thai
is, if had the chance, and if there
were plenty Of people to l'ok on"
"And cry 'Hooray!' like the littl'
boys on Guy.Fawkes day-Would 70,
ladies mind my smoking one cigar :"
81 could have driven in the cart t.
the Place de Ia Revolution, like Ma
dame Roland" continues Lenore, be
ginning to march up and down, viii
her head up, and her, hands behin'
= her back standing up all the way, ii
a white gown, with little red csrna
tions on it, and ny long black hal
hanging down my back I could hav
smiled back at the yelling sans-culot
hs-"
"I'm afraid you could not get gull
, lotiued nowadays if you were to be she
for it," returns he, coolly, holding hi
cigar suspended between his fore 40
:; middle fingers ; ''it is next door to in
possible to get hanged"
II could have stabbed Maret in hi
BATH" pursues Lenore, olinchiug he
hand upon an imaginary knife, "Ye
stabbed him as he sat there, unshoru
sick, with dirty cloth about his head.
t. elm afraid If you stick John Brigh
, | ~ ,ho ,.,,,lo'c William in tha;r &nh,