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

"And may l aspire to bear witness to
that effect ?"
"lt wouldn't be worth while, Mr..
M'Gregor. Besides, I heard you say
you must call at the Mallorys'."
"Thank you for remiodipg me-" he
said, coldly, opening the door for her to
pass.
After mlnding her laces, putting
the finishing touches, in the shape Of a
pair Of long and featbered antean@, to
a butterfly in worsted, designed for a
giving Jean his quietus, for
the third time, with the stroke Of her
pen-after completing these trides she
took her hat and proceeded in search
of the baske:-makers. In the garden
she passed M'Gregor idly smoking and
pacing back and forth.
"And you found the Mallorys-" she
began.
IL have no need to trouble the Nal.
lorys, Miss Tresham," he returned, a
little haugh.ily, II am better employ
ed."
"'My mind to me kingdom is?"
she quoted, in passing on her way. He
lid not so much as glance after her, he
went on with his walk aud his cigar,
thinking his thoughts and calling him
self a hundred times tool but always
returning foudly to the smile, a day
old, which had been given to him alone,
to the gracious word that had fallen to
bis share, returning and lingering over
these delicious iustauts ID spite of him.
self, with dreamy sense of their in.
sufhcienoy, With longing for unlimited
Da Capos.
Meanwhile Salome had left bin and
his moods far behind in trave,sine
green meadows, crazy bridges, and
perilous stiles ; watching q viper fash
like a jewel in the Granny of some old
wall, casting tho light from its sides in
a thousand atoms of color; pausiog to
observe the slope Of the distant hills,
With blue mists c'rcliug forever about
their crests, the dip Of the lowlands, a
mass of shifting hues braided in with
the silver strands Of all its sighipe
streams and murmuring waterfalls, that
lost themselves at length in the shadow
Of solemn woods. 1t was somewhat in
these woods that the 'swarthy servit
ors" had made themselves at home
and from time to time she came upon
some spot where they had gathered
their basket.wood, where they had cook
ed the days meal or abandoned brok,
en- arrow for the benefit of future ar
ob@ologists perhaps ; but Of themselves
in blanket, aud beadwork, and glitter
ing breastplato, sitting like Hiawath.
10 the doorway of their tents, with th'
smoke curling in fantastic ribbons abov'
them-of this tableau, for. which sh'
had prepared herself, there was abso
lutely nothing to be seen. But still
she pursued her way, careless Of the
waning daylight, Of the good-nights the
birds we're already piping to each othe'
from twig to twig on every hand, as i
each leaf had found voice, intent only
on her own thoughts and perplexitiet
The sun had long since Redeemed in
the west, had suspended the gilt ser
pent that followed the wind from
Thorpe's tower in sea of molten color
had smitten all the western windows
into sudden jewels, aud played thous
and pranks in the silver tea-service
But all this was at an end ;; twilight
now held the vantageground, ind hat
turned out whole corps of bats ant
moths and fire. flies, to wander at thei
own sweet wills through garden alley
aud dewy lawn. Tea had been SOM
time over that is, Kitty and Hildretl
had partakco Of that genial beverage
Kitty drawing the tea for Hildreth
and he accepting it from her prett.
hands and thinking Of the time when
should be always thus; each inwardl,
congratulating themselves On propitiou
fate, which left them half an hour b
themselves, altogether ignoring tho fac
that an entire day had been devoted
such bliss. But everything has a
end, to be sure Kitty was just think
ing as much when Thorpe looked in &
the door:
"Just home," saod he; "dusty as
draymau. Where's Salomew w
"s.lome !" they both cried. Indeed
I don't know, Mr. Thrope. I am afrai'
some thing has happened to her," The.
had managed 20 preserve extraordinar,
oalnness under the overwhelming con
viction, however.
| II heard M'Gregor inquiring for he
some time ago." said Hildreth, land q
lie b as not appeared since, I think h
must have some olew."
"Tben it's all right" said Thropc.
M'Gregor had hung about the gar
dsns for three long hours, sketchios th
view from the southern exposure quit
iodiffereutly, composing five lines Of
sonnet very badly, growing angry Wit
himself and al concerned, concludin
to make his good-bys at next sunrise
and directly reconsideriug, farming M
merous and weigh:y resolutions, and al
ter all was said nor done-looking ove1
his shoulder and LONGING for Salomt