The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-03-09

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CHAPTER VIII.
The next day was Sunday, and it
vas some consolation to Eugenia, on
descending to the breaktast-room, to
find the letter which she had begged
her husband to write awaiting her. She
had so much dreaded his not attending
punctually to her directions, and her
being obliged in consequence to tell
more falsehoods, in order to hide his
defalcation, that it was positive reliet
to see the envelope lying on her plate
Her pale face flushed with pleasure as
she caught sight Of it, and she broke
the seal with an eagsrness which made
it really appear - though she had re-
csived her expected letter from Calcut-
"No need to ask If that Is news from
/ India, Eugenia exclaimed Marion.
"Ooe can read tin your face.
"Oh is the mail in 2" said Mn Len
nox, iu tone Of disappointment, a. she
raised her eyes from the perusal Of her
o~n correspondence. 81 quite, expected
q letter from one Of my friends this
time."
"And what does Willoughby say,
my dear !" iuterposed Mrs. Be.le, b.
fore Eugenia had perused the first page
of her epistle. els he quite well?"
"Quite we'll, thank you"
"Does he write from Calcutta 2"
"Does he say any thing about coming
home himself?"
"Doesn't he miss the children ter.
ribly?
! The questions poured in confusedly
upon her, but she gathered time to col.
lect her senses sufficiently to answer
with apparent calmness:
"He writes from where I left him.
He seems anxious and worried, but he
does not say any thing about joining me
at present"
| "Why, what can he have to worry
him 7" demanded Mrs. Lennox. "He
is not given to speculation-is he p
or any thing of that sort ?"
"Oh, not at all! But he might feel
just a little depressed, you know,
about"
| "Aboat his separation from her.
| of course" Interrupted Mrs. Elliot, con.
6deutly "what good husband would
not? And I am sadly afraid Eugenia
will not recover her looks while there
arc so many miles Of sea between them
Now, tell the truth, darling Don't you
very often long that you we're fish o.
a bird, or any thing that could swim
under the water, or sail over it, and
transport you back to Cs'outt. for few
hoursl know you do, so there's nj
use in denying it."
But she did not attempt to deny it
and her glowing face would have ex
posed the deception had she done 80.
81 do wish it, often-very often.'
she Whispered, rs she riveted her eyel
again upon her husbands letter, and
read it to the end.
"Give me your Indian stamps
pleaded Marion, as Mrs. Archer thrust
the envelope in her pocket. II am col
lectine them for Amy"
"Theye are none the letter was for
warded by McAlbert l. Wieson, my
husbands agents." stammered Eugenia
as she quickly placed her hand upon th'
depository Of her missive.
"But there must be some on Hepry'l
envelope" demonstrated her sister
chow else did it Gomez"
II do not koow-I suppose will
others; but I am sure there are n,
stamps on it, she replied, yet so con
fasedly that her manner was evident t,
Ill.
"StraDge, but true r. said Mrs. Len
> nos, with disagreeable laugh !; 'per
J haps Henry is getting such big mai
that Government has given him permis
sion to frank his letters, ike the mem
; bers Of Parliament in days gone by, o.
: perhaps he forwards them, Eugenia
through friend Which is most like
!: ly"
"The latter-if his agents can b.
called his friends" replied Mrs. Arch
er, coldly. "Have I not already salt
. so?" Upon which Mrs. Lennox re
tired from the discussion with an ex
pressive shrug Of her shoulders, aud y
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