The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-28
ILL., ST. CLOUD MINNESOTA THURSDAY, DECEMBER

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in her tramp, tramp, and looking down
with witt contemptuous pink face ON her
PROSTATE and spravling adversary.
II don't we'll see how you can,' re-
plies hs, throwing away the end Of bis |
cigar, and burying one haod ini the
tawny beard. "You have never seen
my womankiud; ; you have never seen
me With any woman" ,..;t 4q-.,.r "
81 did not ever know that you had
any womankind," she answers, q little
inquisiti7ely.
He does not crafty her curiosity.
:Wbat is exactly the kind. Of wo.
man | like p he asks, raising bis cold
quick eyes to hc,s.
"Amclia, in, Vanity Fair" she au-
swers, promptly, with a pretty air OF
triumph.
| II knew you we're going to say that"
he says, calmly. .... =. . ... .. ii
''But it is true, is not it 7" inquiries
she, eagerly. .. =, :.-v: -
| "Not in: the least; you never: made
worse hit in your life" -. 49,
.. "She Was dol'lshIy pretty j; shc cried
on every possible occasion she allowed
everybody who came near to bully her;
she had not two ideas iu her head.
With all these qualifications, how
could she fail to be charming ?" in
quires my sister, with withering sar-
casm.
~ like her better than Jael," says
Le Measurs, doggedly. ,...
$50 do l." cry I, tired of keeping ST.
lenoe, and Gathering the tca-cups.
% '::What is your opinion, West 2" asks
LIE Mesurer, trying to. extract the
cork from the claret:jug With his 6n-
gers. ~ say, is there,a oorkscrew
anywhere about ? Which is your
beau ideal Of: femi.ine excellence
Heber the Kenit's amiable wife, or
Amelia Osborne 2"
"Frederick has no beau ideal of
feminine excellence" answers Lenore
for him, with an ironical smile; che
hardly knows a woman when he sees
one his bride Is the Church. Let US
come to tea ; the steam is beginning to
lift the kettles hat off at last"
As I have before remarked, the
dinner hour at Mdlle. Leroux's pen.
sion is six o'clock so it is at the Hotel
de Ii Poste ;indeed, the great event of
the day happens throughout Diosn At
tho same hour. To avoid, therefore,
losing our daily portion Of ragged beef,
raw artichokes, and tripe (as halfpast
five has already come Ginning through
the chestnut.boughs from the town.
clock), We are compelled rather to hur-
ry up the conclusion of our az-rresco
feast. We give the rest of our French
roll aud butter, and the remainder of
our tea (Which thanks to the Rance
and Frederick, has an agreeably mixed
medicinal flavor Of old iron, alluvial de-
posit, and smokey, to the donkey.boy
aforementioned, who careless of his
tair charges, and leaving them t. the
wild will of their asses, has been haunt
ing US as young vulture haunts bat
tle-feld. We stand on the Aowered
bank, prepared to rc-ombark The
boz It lies so still, so still on the windles
tide, like young child asleep in the
sun near the other bank man. naked
to the waist, is standing up to his mid
die in water, pulling bulbes of rotten,
ill-odorous fax out OF the river.
81 shall take an oar going home,"
says Lenore, with decision. ~ can
row"
"Please don't" cry I, nervously
''you know you always catch crabs,
and the last time that We went out
boating on the Seine, at Rouen, you
caught such big one that you tum-
bled backward over the seat and all
but upset u.s."
'The oars we're to Short" she an
swcrs, looking disple sed at this sliu-
sion; "it might have happened to any
one."
"Oue crab will be fatal to US today"
says LIE Mesurier, lacouically, as be
stands holding the boat's head steady
for us to get in.
"1f people will make boats no wider
than knife blades or papercutters they
cannot blame me if they upset." re-
turns she, carelessly, giving him her
hand and preparing to step iu. To my
surprised might almost say alarm
by the very hand she gives him he de-
tains her.
"Miss Lenore, if you get in will you
promise to sit still 7"
! II never promise" she answers, light
ly, leaving her hand peacesbly in his.
"When I was child I never would
promise to be good girl, because I
knew I never should b."
"1f you will not promise, you really
} must not get in.
"Must not!" cries che, giving her
head an angry toss. -"Who says must
notf Msst not is an ugly word"
."Not so ugly as must in womau's
!: mouth" getting rather angry, too.
"Msy I ask whose boat this isl" lott
lily.
II think you said NJ. Pauache was
! the namo Of the fellow but I am not a
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