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

NO. "a. |
must go and sing or get some work to1
90; lcannot afford to waste all the
evening playing with You upon the |
hearth.rug )" and, rising, shook herself
free Of the girl, and passed to the 9th. |
er side of the room.
"Whst = despot !" laughed Auv.
looking after her "snd the first even
ing OF my return, too. Mamma, you
are very disagreeable; and, if you won't
'coset' me any longer, I shall beat re-
treat to bed" And in a few minutes
she was gone.
Then Eugenia really thought her sis
ter would have spoken to her, for Mrs.
beale'' pen was still scratching away at
the side'tabIe, and, comparatively speak.
ing, they were alone. She even left
her seat by the fire and drew nearer to
Mrs. Elliot's side, and made a few re-
marks upon the needle work IN which
her sister was engaged but the an
swe1s came in monosyllables, and, she
feit that barrier was being erected
between item. She tried the subject
Of Amy, praising her appearance and
cordial manner; but here, though
Marioo's mouth did open to respond, it
was only to confirm what her previous
silence had foretold.
eyes; Amy is all that you believe
her to be; afectionate, lively, and
open as the day. Thank God for it )!
If thought it possible she could be
otherwise, it would break my heart. 1
tell you, Eugenia," she continued, with
uc"onted energy, considering who
it Was to whom she addressed herself.
"that [ would rather SEQ that child
stretched dead before me than to grow
up to practise such deceit as certain
person not distantly connected With
ourselves is capable of doing, and that
l would separate myself from associa-
ton with al that I hold dearest, sooner
than subject her to the contamination of
such an example,"
"Oh, l supp 'se SOL suppose so,''
said tFe other in a low, uncertain
voice, as she played with the border Of
the table.cloth.
''1t is the truth,". replied her sister,
firmly: "and I trust that 1 am not Co.
pable Of speaking any thing else. In
my opinion, a person who can tell a
falsehood, would commit any CRIME ;
aud am sure there are many criminals
Who would not stoop to SO mean IN act,
which nothing can excuse. Now, I
nm going up to Amy, and shall prob
ably be detained some time, so will
wish you good night at once;" and,
imprinting the most formal kiss upon
her sisters cheek that she had yet be-
slowed there, Ms. Elliot left the room.
Eugenia was wretohed; she SAW
plainly what had caused the GOODNESS
between Marion and herself; but she
dared neither to ask for nor give an
explanation, and retired to her own
bed, feeling this new trouble to be o.
" a fresh phase Of the misery entailed
upon her by the misconduct of he,
husband !; and doubtful to what crisis
it might not be the stepping stone.--
Morning did not seem to have i'm
proved the matter. Marion still main
tanned her usual reserve, and made
such point Of keeping Amy by he1
own side that the caution was very Oh
servable to the woman for whom it wal
enforced. Eugenia had anticipated the
return Of Amy Elliot to Ash Grove
she had looked forward to seeing he,
take pleasure in the gambols Of he1
little ones, and the company Of herself
bat now she felt too proud to make an,
advances toward Mariou's step-daugh
ter; and Amy was too bashful to thrus
herself forward without encouragement
She thought her mammals sister {,
whom she had but . childish memory
a very sad-lookiug person and rather
stupid one, aud readily believed be-
step.mothers statement that Mrs. Ar
cher was in ill-health aud not disposed
FIR the company Of very young or ve'.
cheerful people-and SO she KEEP
chiefly by Marion's side and all shei
Jokes and laughter were for each other
and poor Eugeois, who bad lost he'
sisters sympathy, and gained nothing
in exchange for it, felt more unhappy
and slone than she had done before, ani
shrinking within herself, found her bes
solace in tho society Of Tiny and Mop
sy, who under tbs cheerful discipline o
Susan Williams, we're growing to b.
more like other children, and bette
able to understand the meaning of 1
good game Of play. And, meanwhile
the autumn season crept on until it los
itself in winter, and Christmas, tn
time of red berries and shining leave
of crisp white snow and black fros
the time Of mirth and feasting ant
goodwill toward men, began to b.
talked of as an event close at hand.
(To BE ooNT1NuED.)
The richest Presbyterian Churcf
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