The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-03-28

pale and worn out, but, with open eyes
and set, stony face. She drinks ca:
gerly, and then gives long, low sigh.
"Poor. soul, poor soul ]" l say pitt
fully, stroking her loose, tossed hair.
Il dare say you think it is easy enough
to bear other peoples troubles, and, as
you said just since l never was
loved myself: ] cannot enter into your
feelings; but still, DO you know, Le-
| nore, I>thlnk no ono can we'll be .sor-
rier for you than I am"
"ReallyW with an air of most
weary indiderence)
'Lenore, you ale not weak woman,
! know that t.; don't let him have the
satisfaction Of thinking that you take
it to heart! Show him the stuff you are
made Of, by bearing it bravely y
"Make an effort, in fsct, ike Mrs.
Dombey," says my sister, smiling sar'
casticalIy; "or rather unlike Mrs.
Dombey. Never fear ! Have you lived
With me nineteen years, and have you
Jet to learn that am not the sort Of
woman to 90 about with my pocket
handkerchief to my eyes, wbimpering
because I have been jilted-yes, let US
call things by their right naue-ji't-
ed!'. As she speaks, deep carnation
flush of shame spreads over her white
cheeks. "Go now," she says, impera-
lively )" leave me! There: you need
not look toward the windows as if you
thought were going to throw myself
out Of one Of thcm-see, they are all
bolted-and l would net make such a
clumsy ending for the world"
l move, unwilling aud slow, toward
the door. She calls after me:
"Jemima, if ever you tell any one
how you have seen me, aud what
things you have heard from me, dur
ing the last forty-cight hours, 1 will
kill you. Let them think / have had
inauenza-mumps-auy disease you
choose but let no one ever guess that I
have been pining three whole days for
love. Bah it makes me- laugh to
think Of it ~
care you sure I Gao 90 nothing fo1
you?" / ask, staring uncomfortably at
her torlorn wild face.
"Certain !" she answers, emphatical.
: ly. ~ must fight it out by myself ; it is
: a case where neither man, woman, mol
child, can help me -
"lfneithcr man, woman, nor child
can help you," say, besitstingly, YET
; eagerly, "wby not go 10 God ?"
She shruss her shoulders: II: is q
sort OF trouble that God would not care
! about ~
!! "What are you saying?' I cry. "I'
! God, like a mao, capricious in Hi
, pity 7"
r II think So" she~answers, listlesslg
: Sat least I know lie does not pity rne.
} I am too shocked to make any re-
! joinder.
, "I have set up an idol in the place 0
c God," she says, gravely. "Can ex
pect God to bo sorry because it i
e knocked down? There go! You ar
- a good woman in your way, and I rath
[ er like you but you would never max
t your fortune as preacher p
y Sally obey her. During the long
d weary day go about heart-sore au'
a anxious. I do not 90 near her room
n myself nor do allow any one else t
do SO but my heart Is gnawed by
6 painful curiosity to know what terribl
death-fight of the soul is raging With
y those quiet walls.
/. AS Sylvia and I sit moping and fla
|. by the drawing-room fire before dinner
d what is my surprise, to see the doc
y open and admit Lenorc, who ente,
=
n with brisk step and matter of-fac
If air !! II
u "Good morning, Sylvia; rather lat
1t in the day to say good morning.
TO not it? have registered vow neve
lie 10 60 to ball again it has taken m
'e three whole days to recover from tn:
to last one p,
y She says it rather as if it were a LEI
ID son learned by rote but she looks ale1
j. and upright her checks are colore
ID with pink, and her eyes are neithe
ID lack-lust,e nor wet.
e, "Aunty Lsnore !" cries Bobby, VIII
;e has been raging round the room with
It luck]ess kitten ;mewing with pain an
evaporation, and with all its claws out
!" clutched round the neck with strape
ling tightuess in his cruel little arm
10 He drops the kitten, which instsntl
g makes off with its tail straight VI
d "Aunty Lenore p rushing at her, an
'e boisterously embracing her dress the,
d with sudden aud ingenious conpee
D. ton of ideas, "Whore is Uncle Paul P
- With sudden impulse she pushe
it the child violently away. l sac be
70 face writhe, and the pupils of Ter eye
darken and fash but, III an instan
y, controlling herself, she speaks, calrly
q "He is gone! He is not 'Unclo Pau
70 any longer-and-and-don't bottle
p about him" !"
AS We pass through the hall to dir
n ner, sec letter,in Lenore's haudwr;
70 ing, lying on the hall:table. I glanc
,s inquisitively at it it is addressed TO-
y "CHARLEs ScRopE, ESQ,
f. . "Limmer's Hotel"