The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-08-03

had grown iool-hardy. You will sgree,
however, that has it grown dark and
de~y. Shall We return to the parlors ?"
Before entering they raused to listen
to a rider, who, lettering along the
highway that skirted the garden, gave
voice to tn" night in stratus of exquisite
richness:
''1n the dark and the dew
| am smiling back At you;
But you can not see the smile,
And you're thinking all tho while.
How turn my face from you.''
"Some ono airing fine TENOR" in-
terrup'ed Thorpe.
In the dark, in the dew,
All my love goes out to you;
Flutters like bird in pain,
Dies and comes to life again,
! While you whisper, Sweetest, bark!
Some ones sighing in the dark
Never guessing IT'S for you,
In the dark, in the dew ~
"Do you hear the echo p said
Salome. "One would fancy there we're
two voices, one very faint and sweet the
other-there p
| I'm the dark, In the dew,
| All my heart cries out to you,
As I cast it ct your feet,
! Sweet, indeed, but not TOO sweet:
Wondering, will you hear i, b .at
Beat for you and bleed for you,
| In thu dork and ~ H.
proclaimed the singer, while the words
swellsd upon tho breeze and died into
whisper.
ga dark nights work." said
Thorpe, laughing. II think wo will
bave lights directly to dispel this
awful melancholy. What do you say,
cousin mine 2"
II say" returned Salome, "th.t I
like the dusk better, just broken as it
is With what beams the hall flame pleas.
es to throw our way. It provokes i'm
agination. There are all manner of
beautiful possibilities in this halt-light."
"Oh, Salome! do you want me to
imagine that you have . Roman nose,
and your cheeks are like tho rose p or
do you wish to persuade Miss Kitty
here that M'Gregor is a highwayuan,
with his eyes on my strong.box ?"
"Salome is not M. Tho. pes strong.
box, is she ?" asked Miss Kitty de-
urely.
"Who knows?" said M'Gregor.
"There's another beautiful possibility
that hasn't occurred to Thorpe"
Just then the moon, which had been
growing ghostly vision in the darken-
ed sky, looked in and TRANSPORTED
Salomc 10 sudden splendor. 1t was
no longer the dull, dark girl M'Gregor
hal seen ia the gardvn, but a glimpse
of eyes that gave new meaning to the
whole face, and drew the gaze, as if for
IN Instant one had opened window in
. fair and clear soul. So it seemed to
M'Gregor; but perhaps he was d.z-
zled.
"Shall 1 drop the curtain ?" said he.
"Thank you, no; We T,eshams have
a leaning toa ard the goddess. There's
a rune in our family which declares:
In the light of tho moon
Tresham comes to his own
Very doubtful rhyme, but very COM
Portable measure"
'1t only means, Salome, that sooner
or later they are all moon-struck,"
laughed Thorpe.
"a pleasant prospect. May I ask if
you have survived it2''
"My Tresham blood is so much
diluted, you know, that i. is hardly
likely to have been serious case"
"You acknowledge somewhat. M.
M'Gregor," she said, "won't you
change the subject? Tell me about the
glaciers, aud the Alps, and the little
Cerise whose life you saved At Bou.
logne."
"Wbat do you know about the
little Ceriss !" be asked, coming to take
his seat beside her in the white moon
light.
! "Nothing; absolutely nothing. I
wish to learn. Was she bright? Was
she handsome? Was she captivating !?
Was she grateful?'
'Sball I answer alphabetically? She
was like glancing water she captivated
au Austrian count. Handsome? =? don't
know your ideas Of beauty but as for
me, have seen but one woman whose
face outshone hers !"
"But you did not answer me: was
she gr.teful-cette chormante Ceri.e ?'
"What do you mean by that word,
Miss Tresb.m? It hardly applies to the
case. Is the fly which rescue from
the spiders tolls grateful He
smooths his wrintled front, adjusts bis
coreelet, and betakes himself to life and
enjoyment without so much as looking
over his shoulder at me-, Very veil; =;
if I,have giveuhim a new lease Of life,
Is it not gratitude enough that he bonds
bimself to use it, to make the most of
it, from his point Of view?"
"But We we're not speaking Of soul.
less existences."
! "True but my sim lie holds good oil
the same. l only meant to convince
you that I ~as merely the instrument
Of presersation-not the preserver =;
that to b. grateful ~as to enjoy" "