The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-09-21

thoughts, tutoring beautiful words, but
doing no deeds; the dreamer, singer,
the poet, but not the man.
BY their side, to make up the group,
Msgdalen-paler than she used to be.
aud thinner and graver, With her dark
brown hair and grey blue eyes, with her
cold, dreamy face, in which only reso-
lutte will and the first traces of sorrow
could be seen, and her manners half
g'rlish-stood before the one as god
dess to be worshipped, before the other,
US woman to be protected. Paul rev.
ersnced the strength he could not
Initiate, and Horace loved the
innocence he could so we'll defend.
Horace soon saw that something was
amiss between the betrothed lovers. In.
deed, Paul told him as much not many
hours after his arrival at Oakfeld J; and,
having made that first confession, had
over since drawn largely on his friends s
sympathy and torbearance; gong to
himto complain every time there had
been any little misunderstanding be.
tween HIM and Magdalen; which was
very often. Horace was kind aud SYM
pathising, and gave Paul good advice :;
telling him not to be so sensitive; al.
though he could not but think Mseda,
len harsh. But what was to be done ?
he saw plainly enough where the fault
lay-yet who could mend it? If not
themselves, then no one! They were
unsuited-that was the one sad word
that comprised all the rest.
"But. Paul." said Horace one day
when Paul had been complaining Of
Magdalen's temper-"but, Paul, you
must forsivea little petulance for the
sake Of the greatness underneath. Re.
member-ouly steel cuts: lead, dull and
harmless, will not scratch fly."
| eyes, Horace, but Msgdalen is SO
changed She was never very demon
strative, but she was never so cold az
she isrow." said Paul, sorrowfully.
"Th'nk Of how much she has to oc.
oupy her: think of the bitter pass Of
life she is in. 1t is very we'll for unoc.
c'pica people like Paul, to think nothing
all day long, but Of love but the
thoughts Of MUD torn and troubled,
are very different
$50 it may be" persisted Paul, naive
ly, "but have had nothing to do with
her trials, and she should not visit them
on me. Why should she be so cold
to me because her brother is a vii
lain 7"
swell, my dear fellow, that is rather
difficult to answer; yet you must be
content that it should be so. People
are never just when they are excited
and Miss Trevelyn is excited, and ma1
perhaps be unjust to you; SO are you t
her in your very sensitiveness. Wo
men are delicate creatures to man 4ge
Paul, even the strongest of them. Al
a man, who ought to be the superior
in moral power, don't you think yor
could he less sensitive and more con
siderato :?
II an sure" said Paul, timidIy, 81
do all in my power for her. If she de-
manded any service such as hero o.
Paladin of old would give, I would d
it for hero, how cheercully, ho"
gratefully /"
eyes," answered. Horace, with faio
smile "but you are not required to Civ
these great services. You are only re
quired to be temperate IN your judg
ment, manly, and selfrolyiug. Believ
me, Paul, there is often mere real here
ism in the suppression Of doubt, and Q
the sorrow which springs from doubt
than in any George and tho Drago1
conflict Of the olden times. We ar
all 50 apt to demand too much. He i
the real social hero who unsel6shly dc
mands but little." 49,. ::
Paul looked distressed.
"Horacc, I need not tell you ho
much I love her," he said, ferventl,
"she is my life; the lite blood of m
whole being. The world would be dar
and cold without her; she is all I Low
-all-all =! Aud when see her COLI
ness to me, and think that she does n,
approve Of me, it breaks my heart.
canDot stand up against it. Veal
, passionate, boy,sb, msd-] may be a
but it is lovo for h,r, and sorrow th.
make me so I"
"Havo you No stronger heart tha
this? Why, the real man would b
able to support more than his lover
, illtemper-not that Miss Trevelyo
ill-tempercd; but 1 see that she is fret
ted and irritablc-aud yet have heal
strong enough for every fate. You tai
Of heroic deeds; yet you neglect you
real heroism, which is to bear a littl
wa3wardness bravely. Paul! Paul
how often We neglect the flowers at on
feet, while stretching out our hand
valnly to those above our heads Ho
> often we neglect the virtues we possess
in dreaming of those that are impoes
BILE for US to attain !"
"You are right, Horace" said Paul
) 'quite right /; and I will show Magd'
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