The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-07

himself toEard the door, whi,h il
left sjar, ano, passing quickly through
it 6nds himself face to face With the
'tject Of bis search, who, not having
had presence Of mind to take refuge
ia fight, is standing there With her
empty tray-red, guilty, and beautiful.
"West, West! What's tho French
for 'What is your name?' Do they
grow them like this here =? Because,
if so, we had better import q few
Comment vous nppel1ez-vous ma chere,
trying to take her hand.
-. "What do you mean 2" cries the girl,
in very good English, snatehing it
away, totally forgetting her assumed
character, and looking daggers at the
ipsolent wretch who had dared to call.
her 'sma chere''
care you English?" asks LeMesurier,
aghast, recoiliug step or two, and his
mouth opening in horrcr as the thought
Of the admiriDg familiarities he has
just been giving utterance to darts
across his brain.
At the sound-hardly credited-of
too well-known voice, Mr. West has
throwD his Indicator, and comes to
the scene of action.
"Nliss LenoYe %
She looks up at at him-a dare devil
light in her eyes-resolute, now that
the dienuement has come, to brave it
out.
'Did monsieur call 2"
"Miss Lenere, are you mad ~
She stretches out her hand to him.
"Who was right?" I have won my
half crown pay it me-"
LIE Mesurier turns from one to the
other in blank astonishment.
II say, West, what is it all about;
what is the joke ?'
"You had better ask this lady,"
"There is no joke, noEe," says the
girl, looking at him archly, but grow
ing crimson. II came here to SEQ you.
put on this dress to avoid being re-
cognized ; have failed, that's ALL"
'sFo see ne I am sure [ am i'm
mensely aattered' Cooking excessively
surprised, and biting his lips hard to
repress broad smile !: "but are you
not mistaklng me for some one else !"
"It was not that I cared in the least
to see you,' she says, frowniug, and
tears of shame rushing to her eyes,
"Of course not; of course not !"
bowling:
"But when say that I will do 4
thing, however foolish, I always do it,"
AN excellent rule to 90 through life
WITH" replies he, gravely, still fighting
with laugh ; "but there are difficult
tier sometimes in the way Of putting it
into practice; are there not ?"
':Miss Lenore, Leuore," says Freder-
iok, the veins in his forehead swelling,
aud all his little pink features
working with nervous vexatlon, "pill
you allow me to see you home I If We
walk very fast-it is not an hour when
there are many people about-perhaps
you will not be recognized"
II don't in the least care if I am re-
cognized," answers Lenore, stoutly.-
~ have done nothing to be ashamed
Of"
As she passed out, LIE Mesurier holds
open the door aud bows formally and
| solemnly; and through the Place
Duguesclin and the Fosse Miss Her.
| rick carries the recollection of rather
ugly tanned face, in which she con.
lectures the contempt that does not ap-
pear-carries away With her also the
plcasant-consciousness Of having made
an utter aud unladylike tool Of herself
without the poor consolation Of having
done it amusingiy.
"Girl Of the period I" says Paul to
himself, thrusting his hands into his
coat pockets as be watches her depart
ure through the lowered venitiao blinds
"after all, the Saturday does not over
color: from all such, 'Good Lord de-
liver US y"
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