The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-09-14
yours is so unquiet."

yours is so uuquiet." a.. 4
"No expression Of your love could
annoy me, whatever it might be,"s said
Paui; very sadly pa, ~:n.~~; ..A>.s
", "Don't be sexed with me, dear Paul;
We are more nervous on some days thao
ons others, and today I am not very
WE'LL"
"And does your love depend on your
health, Magdalen? If l we're dying,
your caresses would be just as precious
as in my best moments! His. eyes
turned to the aky where the sun was
sinking into darkness, and his lip quiv-
cred.
With a strange gesture, sudden and
abrupt, feeling for the first time au-
noyed at beiug obliged to soothe him 81
like child, Magdalen passed her baud
across bis hair with caressing gesture
that still was hardly loving.
His tears grew larger, though now
for joy, and fell fast and heavy on her
lap. He took her hand, and kissed it
eagerly.
Magdalen turned away. II wish he
were more manly, and did not cry so
soou," she said to herself; "and o!
how I wish that he was moro of a man
Of the world, and understood the reah-
ties of life better than he does g'
In The terrible conflicts of real pas
sion-in her first outstep into actual
life-the vague and dreamy hopes of
Paul his impracticab'e assertions, his
unreal romance, and the suficieocy to
him Of mere words-of the mere Wis.,
ions they called up,@ rose through: the
tumult in her own heart like the notes
lof an Holian harp. through the clapg
Of martial music. They were very beau
tiEul, but meaningless i; without purpose
or design vague sounds, struck mourn
fully and at hazard by the passing wind:
What she wanted then was some pow
erfal manly practical adviser, on whom
she could rely for real assistar ce. Pauls
poetry was very lovely, but very un-
stable; aod, in spite Of all his assertions
respecting the strength that he bestow.
ed, Magdalen felt that child would
have been as useful 10 her present pass
as he. He wearied her, too. Like a
hungry man, she waited substance, and
he gave her only dreams and visions.
She began to be conscious Of his weak
ness; not c1nfessedIy conscious, but
none the less really So; sensitive. ten
der as he was; easily wounded, easily
soothed again by caresses so living on
words, and so satisfied with them so
certain that in the tuture-,hat future
which never comes to the: idealist-he
would be touching pencil or brush, and
spending his days in dreams and love-
making; power in art, yet seldom
child-like in actual experience,. but
child:like in his vain belief that hashad
received all the teaching life could give
him, and that: he did: not require furth-
er experience.
"No, no." Magdalen used to say to
herself, che is nor guide nor siren 9Th
to me-"
Paul saw something of this feeling
He knew that his words Of en- fell cold
ly on her ear, and that not pulse Of
her calm, strong heart beat in unison
with his, 'throbbing wildly at the future
of fame and influence he vas p,cturing.
And soon he knew, too, that her char
acter was developing itself in a direo.
tion away from Linn, aud that her soul
was disen9agiug itself from his. But he
shut his-eyes to that, and only suffered
instead Of acknowledging. =:
! :, CHAPTER ".
Before proceeding to extremitiss,
Andrew wrote again and again to Mag.
dalen. Altering his; tone with every
letter SO netimes sending threats. some
times eotreatics ). now ende deavoring to
territy her into submission, and now to
cajole her into coD,plaisanco. For a