The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-07-13

I very LIVELY J, be answered, with
more s'gnf6esnc, In glance and tone.
than he quite msant to show. The least:
little szblnsh c'eps up into Franks
checks, and, matching her roses, made
her: loveiier than ever. q Of course Mis-.
staohops was any thing but pleased At
this little;by.play. At once all her old
tears spraug Up, and beset: her with
anxl"us' thoughts aud that old story
Of the Traceys began to haunt her like
warning ghost. And that evening,
when she saw Mr.: Hadley about dozen I
seats from her taking eayly snd ami
matedlv to party of aristocratic.look.
ing girls, her mind reverted to Morris
Ryder aud the Stanleys: He belonged
to the same world that they had be-
longed to; was wealthy, as they had
been; and he would, probably, when
he came to marry, ohouse wife from
bis own peculiar circle, as they had
chosen. If be was pleased with Franks
fright face and natural ways if he was IS
interested In her music, and enjoyed
her singing, it was much in the same
manner that he was Interested in a lit
tie German artistic Of whom he spike
''Eas au admirable: young woman, Who
deserved encouragement u" =. -
Thus Mrs. stanhope argued ); With
how much reason We shall Sec. And
while she was vex;ng her soul with
these aoxieties aud suspicions, Frank
was pursuing her course, untroubled by
any snxieties or suspicious. .: Mi:ism's
Song Of Triumph was verify song Of
triumph for: herself And Mrs. Stan.
hofe seeing how happily occupied she
was with her musical life, took a little
comfort thereby, and made no sign Of
her inward dsquiet, though Mr.. Had.
ley was by 90 means an intrequent vlsii-
TOR by this time. The bond Of their
mutual love Of music was very favorable
to acquaintance, aud certainly this ac.
quaintanee did, progress rapidly, .nd
the conversation between the two was
by no means confined to one topic, on
the occasions Of their interviews. -. !,
Frank" began Mrs. Stanhope- one
day, in some .trepidation lest she was
making mistake in: speaking at all
Crank, do you think it Quite wise to
talk SO much with Mr., Hadley, on all
sorts of topics, in that intimate way 2,
Frank opened her eyes very vide,
"For PHYS sake, mother, xhat do you
mean by that intimate wsyf'" IT,
"Wby, my dear, I only mean that
natural oay of yours. You are not
fast Or free, but you are so at home with
ev'ry tody that some persons might
misunderstood ;it"', & = u
! "a tsAether,: Mr. ,H4dle1 has too much
seose to misund1e.tand me; ,and no
n.'n, unless be was 4 fool, could think
! meant to make any more of eur: &C.
q qAaintance than is apparent on the sur.
face" -
This was delivered with Franks
most vehement emphasis, and with =
scarlet flush on her check. Mr., Stan.
hope wisely forbore further remark on
such a delicate subject, and so the days
went on, and brought another day,
when there was to be great musical
festival. MIR. HadIey, going up to his
room one afternoon picked up along,
auttering scrap Of pink silk, that float
ed down from 40 upper stairway. He
,smile], and thought to himself:
$50, the pink silk is achieved" :"
Entering bis parlor, he went straight
t. Japanese cabinet, where ho kept
choice gatherings from his European
tour, and, unlocking it, brought forth
from . little inner drawer a collect
OF canoes. From these he selected
three, OF delicate pcarly pink-those
loveliest and rarest Of the cameo
variety-and laying them upon the
strip Of silk contemplated tho effect
with evident satisfaction. The eameos
wore without setting Of any kind at this
time-just the beautiful piok-white
shell, cut by a most skillful hand. By
the time the pink silk was completed
these three canoes were shining re.
splendent ID settings, 50 oleverly imita-
ting the antique, that one would have
pronounced them an heirloom. Frank
and her mother, sitting together in the
2arlor after tea one day, we're not sur:
prised to see Mr.. Hadley make his ap.
pearaoce.~ - Heshad quite got into The
way Of dropping in after tea. ~ssa@.'
81 "see how well I can match tie pink
silk, ," he began, smiling. - III -3'r:Go
Frank looked up mystifed but he
came nearer, and spreading out the
scrap Of pink silk upon her work. basket,
laid upon it the choice pink comeos in
their antique settings. *.::
Franks first exclamation was of de-
light a. the effect struck her. Then that
second sense crept on, and she glanced
iuvoluntarily at her mother. Mrs.
Stauhope's face was overclouded by a
very grave look. 2 is -.
"They are some of the thousand and
one things I collected abroad, Mrs
Stauhope," Mr. Hadl,y remarked here,