The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-01-26

OF them strong, Marion, and especially
Mopsy. 1 hardly thought hs could
have survived the last hot season in
Calcutta"
= "Poor little fellow he looks delicate.
Antoinette's last baby would make
two of him"
''How is Antoinette going on?"
"The same as ever, dear! Her
children are as cruelty neglected, her
husband as supinely Indifferent to her
proceedings, and herself as vain aud
pleasure.seeking as of old; and yet
mamma still devoutly worships all she
says and does, and considers every thing
about her perfection. Autouinette is
still the only one Of her daughers
who has 4 heart"
"Will my mothers infatuation On
that score never cease p !
"Never-until Antoinette shows her,
self in her true character, which, a. |
she il her child as much as We are, 1
suppose We ought not to wish for. Yet
it is inexplicable to me-"
"Is Antoinette friendly with your
self and Amy T"
"She pretends to be 50 but I would |
as sooa trust the advances of serpent.
She is intolerably conceited, selfish and
careless, and risks her own reputation,
and that Of all connected with her, in
the most reckless manner. Yet my
mother Casually 80 hard upon trans
eressor) defends her daugher's dirta.
tions in every possible way-rather
glorious in them, as proof Of her
power to charm, I believe than other
wise-and denies that any thing CON-
cerning her requires alteration. The
only one Of the party she ever abuses is
the poor, simple husband, William
Lennox."
"Aas he no care for his own good
name 2"
"He has none, my dear. Were he
to begin accusing Antoinette so late in
the day, I expect she could give him
tit for tat. However, let US talk no
more of them; it is subject which a.
ways makes me angry. You will
doubtless, be able to judge for your
self before long, and then you shall
tell me what you think Of her paint
and her powder--her false hair, false
jewelry, and false Manners" :.
"Paint and powder" exclaimed
Mrs. Archer, in dismay.
"Ah, my dear innocent Eugeuia ~
said Mrs. Elliot; as she stroked her
SISTERS face. ~ knew, when 1 cav
these pale cheeks, and this hair, 70
twisted round your head, that you had
come to land which would make your
eyes open. You have arrived in the
paradise Of lies, darling, where no wo-
man is what she seems to be, and no
man says what he means to say: Eng
land is strangely altered since you left
it,"
"You don't paint, Marion p said
Eugcnia, as she looked up into her
sisters face.
"No, dear! Antoinette wuold tell
you, because my color is too coarse al
ready-at any rate, there is no occa-
sion for it; and trust it may be long
time before ]: see you do 50, sister,"
But at this juncture the sisters con-
. ference was broken in upon, by the
cautious uuclosiDg Of the door, and the
appearance of Mrs. Beale's head and
hcad.dress.
"Dear me ~ she calculated, sis it
possible that Eugeuia is awake ? I wish
[ had known it before, for I have want.
ed to speak to her this half:hour. Ny
dear, what Is to be done about your
man I"
At this question, Mr.. Archer spraug
to her feet, and crimson glow spread
itself over her pale features.
"Oh, what shall I dor size exol.lm.
: ed, with look that was almost terror
, 81 have quite forgotten him. My faint.
: ing, and the drowsiness I felt after it,
s completely put:him out Of my head"
I "You have no reason to reproacb
r yourself, my DEAR" replied her mother
q IA mistress can't be always thinking o.
1 her servants, even when they're Chris
> tiaus. Aud have seen him properly
/ looked after, As I would any other poo,
3 brute thrown on my care. I told th'
: cook to place some bread and meat and
e beer on the table, and point to them
Q and she assures me be seemed quite to
understand her, and made himself a.
!, home, especially with the beer-whicf
: surprises me, my dear Eugenia, As
: have always understood that these Ben
{ gal servants made circles on the floor
t and sat in the midst Of them, eating
rice with their fingers. But Jane say
f that this creature seemed to understand
beef and beer as well as any one she
f ever saw. And now-what is to b<
r done with him next 7''
0 "About-about sleeping, do you
\ mean ?" said Mrs. Archer, who, during
|, the foregoing harangue, had been stand
9 ing With downcast head-her color com.
;. ing and going with painful rapidity,
+ and her fingers nervously lacing and
interlaciog one another.
}, "Certa,uly, my dear! about sleep
: Ing" rejoined Mn. Beale.
Il "He-he-I suppose couldn't have