The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-15
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er," replies scropc, languidly. 81
should like to keep little boy to max c
remarks for me, and they would chiefly
be requests for iced drinks"
"Suppose," said Paul, "that We give
them" (indicating, with a motion of his
he'd, the direction where he supp ~''>
Jeml"a and Ignore to By I" he slip,
and start by the early train to m row
morning; I have been looking, end
:h"re is one at 6:40."
"start J" echoes Scope, wit more
energy than he had any idea that the
hot weather had left him, holding ci.
gar between two fingers, and looking
reproachfully at his friend. "Ycur
sole ideas Of the pleasures Of travelling
are Staring aud 'arriving;' the sole
enjoyment you have in landscape is
tracing where the railway runs. Ny
dear fellow, have already an indiges:
tion Of trains, boats, diligences
i have as much idea of starting by the
early train as the late train, and the
late train as the early train, I mean,
d. v, neuer to start again"
"No more would I, if I could help
it," replies Pau, gloomily. II have
naturally more cause to wish to stay
than you, but when one has a father
and that father has the gout-"
''Gout Is apt to make parents insut-
ordioato," says Scrope, oosIly s. ut,
you see" Qn tone rather selfgralula,
tory than regrettoD. 81 have 10 faith
er, aud there is no reason why should
sc: W in the middle Of the night be-
cause you have nos.'
you d. not mean to come home vet.
then z" exclaims Paul, in a tone in
which surprise and suspicion contend
for mastery. .
Scrope turns bis head half way. q ID 3
"Why, no think not; I expect 8
be sadder and wiser man by the
time I next see the chalk cliffs of
Albion"
A few moments of silence.
Scrope picks up pebble, and aims
it at the landlords poodle, which, at
once dirty aud ridiculous, and happily
unconscious OF being either, is trottipg
bravely along, with his shorn tail
born gallantly aloft.
(Which route do you mean to fol-
low ?" asks lie Mesurier, presently,
with hardly so much of confidential
friendship in Lis voice as there was
when the conversation first began.
"Strike across country from here to
Napolconville, ork 30 round by Auray
and Canac ?"
scrope does not seem in any hurry
to answer.
II do not think shall follow any
route at ALL" he says, at length, slowly
and looking rather guilty. Walking
tours" (oeginuing to laugh) swear out
boots in way that I cannot justify to
myself"
"What are you thinking Of doing
with yourself, then?" ratter austerly.
''How do | know ?" says Scrope,
YEARLY, and yawning; $40 l ever
know? =? I shall probably go wherever
the wind blows me, like dead leaf."
"a mos. apt smile" says Paul, with
dry look at the healthy solldity Of
his companions tall figure, and of the
legs at which he is at the present mo-
ment pensively gazing. "Cannct you
give guess as to toe direction in
which your attenuated person is likely
to be waited ?"
"Not the slightest" replies Scrope,
nonchalantly; then, with boyish
blush ''To Diuan, perhaps.''
ITO Diuan p cries Paul, sharply,
thoroughly and unaffectedly and most
angrily jealous. "What on earth
should take you back there ?"
"Did I not tell you just now-the
| wind ?" replies the other.
Paul rises, unable to conceal his ill
temper, and, not willing to indulge it
begins to walk hastily up and down be-
FIRE the hotel-door. Scrope draws
himself lazily up from the sitting post
ure, and langoidly walks ir to join hi
friend.
my dear Paul." he says, co'dly
aud yet smiling, lit you had not bee,
50 completely taken up with your ow,
little game-so brutally selt-absorded
as lovers always arc, you might hav'
perceived that l too have a littl
game"
"What are you talking about?"
"My good fellow, do not look as i
you were going to run your nos'
through my body" says Scrope, with I
rlther unkind allusion to the salienct
of one feature of his friends face
"What I mean is this: while you hav,
been amusing yourself making love te
the young Miss Herrick, l have beer
laying siege to the old ono. 1t ha'
been rather uphill work, as she die
not seem to understand the situation
but hope, by Gods grace, to make
her see my drift in time"
"My dear boy taking his arm, but
still looking half uubelieviog, "she i,
old enough to be vonr grandmother y