The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-04-06

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the little diAl 90 the :, -. :. W.T.,
ready pointed to past that ho> ' -.
s!1v'' nervous, = m trembling fingers, Eueeoi.
: saved, p ,o .psst IT, fpi'sso1iog 's touche. to
her toilet; and. even while she did so,
heard : double kcock at the street-door; :;
and the foe, manly tread, which she 90
we'll remembered, mount the oreaky
staircase, and enter, the sitting-room,
divided y de- from the one she occupied by
fold,ng-doors. Shs was alone then
with her baby, who had once more
sunk to sleep and she stood leaning
against the wall, trying to steady her
failing limbs ana to silence the loud
beats Of her throbbing heart, while she
felt. as though she never could pass
through the doors which parted them,
and encounter him again.
But, while she. thus fingered, she
heard a salutation pass between Mr..
Garden and her little daughter Tioy,
whose presence in the sitting.room she
had till then forgotten, aud felt, to her
infinite relief, that here, at least, was q
distraction which could afford her few
| minutes to regain her self:control.
Miss Tiny-who, among many othe,
precocious propensit;ee, had the faculty
of never forgetting face once seen
welcomed Mr.. Garden with all the
warmth Of an old friend, and as though
they y had but parted day OF two be.
| fore: '''
Chow do you do, Mr.. Garden Z What
long time it is since you have been te
see US This. is. not 50 nice house a
We. bad 10 Calcutta, u it.? But We lived
in q better house when We frat came q
EoglaGd, with, h,grsndm.mm. and aunt
Marion, and cousin Amy. Have you
ever seen ~, cousin Amy : She is fat
much fatter than. Claude OF me-. :.
and is very tall and big. I like cousin
Amy: Yes! Claude is, better this
morning, thank yon. Mamms cried for
joy because he is. so much better. Nam.
ma offer cries ; b2t I don't think IL is
always for joy, Mr.. Garden" -.
Here Eugeuls, leaning still against
the wall, with her color coming and 60
ing with each successive word uttered
by the child, heard the visitor say
something in q low tone Of remon
STRANGE, which Tiny immediately re:
sented. CT" 80 -.
"Oh, bit she does cry, Mr.. Garden,
very oiteu-much oftener than when
w we're at Calcutta. do Mum used
to make her cry at Ash Grove; I was
very glad when DO Mun' wect away
l hope he will never come to see US.
| said s, yesterday. L hate DO Mun,
aud 50 does Mopsy. NOISY screamed
WIEN mamma aid 10 Nun would como
to see him again soon." :,.,.
"And who is Do Mum :" demanded
r.yCarden, in a.voics which did not
betrsy much interest in the subject
while Euzenia. dumb founded at the
turo the conversation seemed to be TAX
ins, leaned forward eagerly to catch
the next words of her child.
"Why, DO Mum is the servant who
came home 10 the ship with US but he
was very unkind to Mopsy and to me,
and used to slap US and say bal words.
Aud, oh Mr.. Garden" with great
round eyes, which her mother coul l
we'll imagine, though she did not see,)
edo you know, he once slapped man.
ma, and saw him y
''Tiuy, Tiny !" exclaimed Mrs. Arch
.er, as she darted through the folding.
doors, and, with cheeks on fire, stood
before them. "Tiny you don't know
what you are saying; you are talking
the greatest nonsense that ever was in
vented. Go downstairs directly, and
stay With Mrs. johnson till I call you. !"
And then, as tho child . disappeared,
she turned toward her visitor, J; intend
ing to greet him with some common:
place politeness, but, failing to utter it,
sunk down into the chair nearest at
hand, and -brust ioto tears instead.
i She had mesnt to have been so COL
lected and calm, to have met the inquir.
les which she felt awaited her. with, 80
much caution ; but Tiny's revelation,
and the alarm engendered + By them,
had driven awsy Ill her. courage, and
left nothing but 4 wretched, trembling
toward behind them. - -, - ,,:,., ,.,-Ir,
i i; 70, Mr. Garden r. she sobbed, +: for.
getting every thing but her fear; i..vhy.
'sre you here a>vhat do you lezpeet me
TO teltyoul I know nothing pour time
will be utterly thrown away"
"Dear Mrs. Archer" he replied,
-tepderly, "do, you think, for-a moment,
I should be here at all, if it were to do
you harm ?'''' :: -, =.
u The voice in which these words wero
spoken was rich and deep, and accord
ed we'll with the person from whom it
came. '7 y, - ..,...,,,. =.
70 Geoatey Garden was a man Of I've
aud-thirty, w.tl. = fne, weli-dcveloped
figure, aud face the beauty Of which
'l.y more in expression than in feature,
aud yet va. far greater than that pos
-sessed BY most men. It Vas the i'm
press Of goodseas and Of truth-of IN