The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-10-05

II he had not been 80 kidd, not have
cared 20 much; but It Va painful b
owe him her liberty, her very lite, end
then know that he despised her! AID
M'gdalen 1.-THE cold, calm dreamy Mae'
dalen-paeed through tho garden,
wildly. The statue had started into
life. Lovo had touched its lips as in
the days of old it vivi6d that statue on
the wide Egyptian plains.
IL cannot bear this" said Horace
aloud. "Prudent must be, and hon
orabls to Paul; but at least am man
and owe he1 something as WE'LL"
His own heart had OWNED her secret
and ne ran down stairs, cut into thu
garden, through the filbert walk t<
where it ended in the large horscchest
nut-tree looking down the glade, and
where Magdalen was sitting in thi.
bitter wind, trying to reason down he,
passion. Horace paused. She wal
thinking almost aloud ID will marry
yes, soon and then, when habi,
tho and knowledge that what I have
done is ineVitao!e, have reconciled MI
to my fate, shall be more patient
with Paul, and perhaps even love him,
and be kind to him. He is very good,
but do not love him, know that
What can do? Patience! ! patience
Resigoatiou, and that quiet strength
which can support sorrow silently, ant
neither complain Of it nor .venge it
that life has for mel"
She turned to go into the house
when Horace met her. She started
aud looked as if she would have O.
capped him if she could.
II came to beseeoh you to come int,
the house," he said.
III am going now," she answered, he
eyes on the ground. "Why did 20,
come 7"
III was afraid you would take cold sit
ting out here without shawl or bonnet
Horace was not speaking in his usua
| voice.
"You are very kind, but l did no
know you knew where I was - ant
Magda'en's care.worn face was begin
ming to smile.
Il saw you from the window"
"Ah and then came to me ?" Sh
looked up, blushiug.
"Yes," said Horace.
Nothing more was said, and tho
returned to tho house; Magdalen littl
dreaming Of how she had been watohe
from that window, little thinking Of th
anguish that had hold company Wit
hers, nor seeing, 10 the indiferer
manners Of her friend, any evidence .
the feeling which . few minutes ag
had made him open his arms aud q
hsr 70 come to them-call her By hl
name Of Magdalsu and beloved ! Al
this was buried.
! Waiting for the return cf the deed
(Which had to be re. engrossed in cor
sequence of the alterations suggested
by Mr.. Slade) Horace added yet anott
er disagrceablo quality to the man
taat Magdaleu wanted to persuade hel
s~lt he possessed. During this visit t
OakGeId, he began to extol Paul. Il
praised and even exaggerated his virtues
until Magdalen was tired OF the YER,
name Of PauPs perfectious. Once
when Horace was finding out more goo'
points in Paul, Mag lalen looked at hir
with such wonder, sorrow, and disda;u
that the words died away on his lip'
and he suddenly stopped ; in the mid
die of sentence.
81 an glad made you stop!" sal
Magdalen haugbtily. "You seem as
you could spend your life in praisin
Paul" And she walked away to hi
usual refuge above stairs.
! Another time, Paul-who had ha'
an attack Of voc, aud had been plsglu
At dignity, keeping away from the hous'
but, wearyiug at last, which hurt onl
himself, coming oheuer than ever
came in the evening, and asked Magd'
lon to play at chess With him. 81
said yes, for she was glad Of the oppu
tuoity Of sitting silent, and Of keerio
him silent too. They eat down, au
! Horace stood near them. Magdale
was much better player in gener'
than Paul. Her game was more dis
tinct, Paups more scheming. But t.
day she played ill she would have di
graced tyro by her mistakes. ST
overlooked the most striking advaut
ges; for Paul, in his schemes after
pawn, often put his queen in peril; an
while concentrating his forces for q
impossible checkmate, forgot to secu
the pieces lying in his way. But Ma
dalen to-day let everything pass.
"You ave not yourself this evening,
SAID Paul, VIII: suddenly woke to Il
perception tha, his queen had bee
standing for tho last half dozen NOV
in the jaws Of Magdalen's knight.
""No; I am playing very badly" sal
Magdalen.
every |" echoed Horace.
-"Mr. Rutherford at least will new
spare nor conceal my fsilings," %
Magdalen bitterly.
II thought you waited friends, N
aa.tsrsrs," observed Horace, ia a
different tone Of voice.