The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-12-14

e'ermore to clease to the vulgar tongue.
Lenore laughs Indignantly, but does
not help me. M. Cesar, having eaten
huge strawberry. mash, and more
white-heart cherries than the rest Of
the company put together, pushes back
his chair, and requests to be permitted
10 retire to make his toilet for prone
made chevaz.
Oo the occasion of NJ. Cesar's max
Ing promenade a ch3voz, we are all
expected to group ourselves at the salon
windows to watch him, as, in lavender
gloves and cream colored trousers, he
ca'acolas little, a ve.y little-ior NJ.
Cesar knows that discretion is the bet-
Ter part Of valor-uuder our admir,ng
eyes. His mauma, meanwhile. is wont
TO retire into corner of the room,
cover her face with her handk erchief,
aud c'y.
AS he passes by her now, she catch.
es his hand: "Great Heaven! Cesar.
take c:re that that wicked animal does
not overturn thee!''
''Fear not, mamma" replies Cesar,
doughtIly. ri will be careful"
F'1magine an Eugli, hmaa contemplate
log the possibility Of parting company
with his horse, WHILE ambling along
the kings highw.yv' says Lenore,
scornfully.
"Hush p with heightened eyes) ''is
not that the hall door bell?"
She runs to tho window and looks
out.
''1t is Frederick, of course, isn't
it 7" I ask, finishing my last CHEEKY.
"Yes."
"Anybody with him ?"
"Anybody wiM hin, Of course not |!
Who should there be?" replies my sis
ter tartly, from which, being a person
OF very superior intelligence, con-
clu led that Leoore expected some
body. We go up to the salon to re-.
ceive our guest, and Lenore, contrary
to her usual custom, runs to meet him
with outstretched hand, and without
any Of her usual insults to his hair, his
gait, or his physique generally.
"Well, Frederick p she cries, eager
", and, as it seems to me, expectantly.
"Well, Miss Lenore p replies Frcder-
ick, growing purple to the ears, as he
always does, when bis idol fiogs him a
brace of careless words.
"Don': say well, Miss Lenore -,
retorts my sister, angrily "it does ir.
ritate one so. Have you nothing to
say nothiog to tell me Y''
"Nothiug to tell you ?" echoes Fred
erick, bewlldered, and again lapsing iu-
to his former offence. "Why, it is
such very short time since We parted,
that it is not likely I can have very
much to relate"
Lenore turns away with an ill-tem-
pered movement of head and shoulder,
and, walking to the window, looks out.
NJ. Cesar is kissing his lavender gloves
repeatedly. Madame Lange is scream
ing out shrill cautions to her SOD, not
to be too audaoious. Mdlle Leroux-
an adorable old creature in yellow cap
and luxuriant gray beard-is waving
her pocket-handkerchief, and crying,
"Au revoir! NJ. Cesar, au revoir p
Lenore does not appear to perceive any
of them.
III suppose" says Mr.. West, address
sing me, but glancing timidly toward
the window, "that you have heard Of
Miss LeDorc' c's-advcnture! I am really
in hopes that we shall be able to keep 1t
quite quite-quite quiet. LIE Mesurier
fortunately knows no one here, and we
luckily met no one but Mr.. Stevens on
our way home, and I don't think he
saw u.s."
''1t he did see u.s." says my sister,
turning round her face again, ornament
ed with rather grim smile, III would
not give much for your character in
Dinan by tomorrow, Frederick. You
will be o0iche all over the town as hav-
ing been parading about, in broad day.
light, arm-in-arm with bonne I ask.
ed you to give me jour arm on pur-
pose do you know, Nina" (beginning
to laugh), Eve came toddling along 50
affsctionately, like pair Of cits out on
Sunday afternoon 7"
"You forget that l saw you coming
through the Portc," reply I, with sew.
Gritty "and indeed, Lenore, when next
you take it into your head to play a
practical joke, sincerely hope that it
may be more amusing and less uplady.
like one"
"Why did you tell US your friend
was handsome Z" asks Leuore, abruptly,
without paying the slightest attention
to me.
81 did not say so, Miss Leonora !; you
said so yourself!"
~ said 50 nsyselfI Why, how could
l? l had seen nothing but the back Of
his neck"
"You said you were sure he must be
handsome"
"Well, the wisest Of US are liable to
error," replies my sister, leaning her
folded arms on the back of my chair,
and gazing calmly over my head at Mr..
West. "In that case I certainly erred