The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-01-19

doesn't expeet-my, coming is rather
: -" But st this juncture the na-
tive be- gan to busy himself with the
wraps Of the little girl she carried in
her arms, and the lady's speech was iu-
terrapted. =; :Tru s:.:s
W"Well,"' remarked the)colIector, as he
prepared leave them, II hope the fly to
wont belong; half an hour, to the ear-
thest, should see it here. Shall I take
your servant to the other waiting-room,
ma'am, or is it your wish that he remains
here ?,
ooh, s!-yes Let him remain,
please the children require him." said
the lady, hurriedly; and then the door
closed, and they were alone.
II am sure ! don't require him."
exclaimed pipy little voice from over
the mothers shoulder. ~ don't like
DO Num- mamma and I which he had
never come with u.s..
"Hush-::hush, Tiny" said: the lady,
warningly, as: she caressed the small
pale face which peered into hers.
+"Tiny mustn't say that. 'Do Mune
is very kind to mammals little children. J"
+ The child's remark did not, appear
to have pleased the native himself !;
for he frowned visibly as it left her
lips, and unceremoniously placed the
little boy whom he held upon the
floor. ~ IT,. '.
"Take me up take me up!" urged
the fretful' baby:voice. IT am cold I
want to be carried. Take me up agaiuv'
But the request remained uuheedea.
"Tbere, now" exclaimed sharp Miss
Tiny; sis DO Mum kind, mamma
Look at the ugly faces he is making
and he leaves poor Mopsy all in the
cold upon the floor. Ihate DO Muo'." !"
At this frank and emphatic announce.
:ment tie Indians face grew darker and
more sullen, aud the mother seemed
really annoyed.
II will not have you speak 80, Tiny p
she uttered, sharply. "You are very
naughty, and very ungrateful; aud if
mamma ever hears you say such a thing
again, she will punish you" And then
the lady placed her little girl upon a
seat, and crossing the room, addressed
some words of rcmonstrance to her
servant. Still his face did not appear
to clear up, and the plaintive cry Of
the younger child upon the floor Con-
tinued to make itself heard.
take me up, DO Num- Mopsy
wants to be took up"
"Mamma will carry Mopsy." said the
lady, with sigh, as she lifted the boy
in her arms, and pressed him fondly to
her bosom. "Mamma will sing pref
ty song, and Mopsy shall go to sleep;''
and, with the heavy burden weighing
down her weary frame, she commenced
to pace the waiting room, singing as
she went.
II can't 60 to Sleep" urged the
child. ''l'm hungry I want my tea. /"
Nevertheless, Els eyes had soon closed
in slumber, while his mother sang on
with the tears upon her cheek.
Meanwhile the dark figure remained
immovable in'one corner of the room,
and the little girl was sulking where
she had been lett; and the only
sound to be distinguished was the pat.
tering rain against the window-p pane
and the broken music Of the lady's lul
laby.
"Oh ! what dreary coming home =
she exclaimed at last, as though unable
to keep silence any longer, even :hougl
her listeners were but children and
servant. "What dismal, dreary wei
come to Old England land this is tn
moment I have 50 louged and prayed
for"
"Don't cry mammal! r! whimperet
Tiny, from her stool of penitence, 20
you'll makesue cry, too" and at tha
threat the lady drew her hand across he
eyes, and tried to speak more cheerfuIlJ
"But have SO often dreamed of it,
she continued, vaguely, and addressing
no one in partlcular-"so often pieture'
to myself the moment when I shoulo
see again my dear mother and sister
and it was so different, so widely diffe.
ent from this /! Oh. Henry| Ant
there she stopped short, and burie'
her face in Mopsy's head Of curl,.
"You'll very soon see them nov
mamma !" said pailosophic Miss Tiny
after 4 little pause; and the native evel
ventured to say word or two in hi
uniatelligible jargon, and bis mistres
lifted up her face and appeared com
forted.
"Who asked you to speak to m,
mamma ?" demanded Miss Tiny, pertly
Of the servant. "What is DO Nun
talking about, mamma? Why does b
interrupt us" "
"He is speaking Of the luggag
which is to follow us from London to
morrow, darlingw said the lady, viii
blush i; and at that moment = porte'
entered, to inform her that tho fly frou
'The George was ready to eonve,
them to Ash Grove. i
"Thank Heaven /" she CALCULATED
IS she placed her sleeping child in the
natives arms; and again burdeniug her