The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-05-23
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say thought we were not good enough
to be told such piece Of news-th.,
it would exhilsr.ts us too much" + :
"Thcy were nearly right there, ]
think" ''ys sylvis, to whom, being ,
little lower down, tho answer to be,
prayer has been first vouchsafed. ut i,
never my way, as a rule, to make peo
pie coooeited-men especially; I an
sure they are bad enough, withou,
ones helping them ;. but certainly, il
one wishes to krow how thoroughly
to appreciate . afriend, one must come
to the Eogadine.'',
| "You are glad to see me, then ?''
ne says, stretching out his hand t.
her, too, with a broad, eager smile
The question seems addressed to Syl.
VIA but bis eyes seek Lenore. "Truly
honestly, without figure Of speech
You know l bad my doubts"
"A perfectly uDjusti6able question: p
returns Sylvia, giving her head lit.
tie playful jerk. "We totally decline to
answer it-do not We, Jemima2',
''ttAnd you ?" he says, impulsively
stoopisg over Lenore, and lowering bis
voice little.
She has sat down again, and, lean.
ing on her elbow, is listlessly picking
a bit of daphne to pieces the little
treaoherous color that his first sudd N
coming had sent into her cheeks ebbine
quickly out Of them again.
81" "(uith a little start.) "Oh, o.
oourse-.yes, I think SOL suppose So
why should not be ?''
Her eyes were lifted to his ); the,
mean to be kindly, but they have oI
late got settled look of weary non
eho|ance, that they could not, if the,
would, put away. 80.
"What have you been doing to her 2
be says, leading me little away from
the Others, on pretence of looking over
the slender plank bird .c that crosses
the fall, grasping my arm, and staring
with an angry, painful vehomeuce into
my face. "They told mo she was Sc
altered that I should not know he,
again-not hno~ her again "-(witt
an accent Of scorn) )-"she would have
to be altered indeed before that could
come to pass. I thought they onl,
said it to set me against her; that wa
Why ] followed you. could not wait
My God she is changed" (loosing m,
arm, and clinchiog his own hands to
gether). II could not have beloved
inst any one-'ny young, strong per
son-could be 90 changed in 6v,
months"
| do not answer, 70. tho excellen
reason that I cannot. My throat i
choked, and my silent tears drop o,
tho bridge rail and into the emeral,
pool beneath. One must love -some
thing. I have not had many people tt
love in my time =; nobody very good, o
that loved me much and, for want o
them,. I love Lenore. l suppose b
thinks that my speechlessness comes
from oalloas Indifference.
i "You have taken no care of her,
he continues, harshly; "you havo no
looked after her. When did she ever
look after herself? You-who are s
: much older than she, that one woult
have thought that you would hav
been like mother to her."
He stops abruptly. sho of WHOM
re speak has risen ard followed u.
, "You arc talking about me-" sh
says, slightly smiling. ayes, yo'
both look guilty! what are you sa,
, ing? No, do not care to hear uott
>. ing very interesting, I dare say"
i 50 saying, she saunters slowly ava
egain.
q ,"You are. no wiser than you we're
I see that" 1 remark, smiling ava
= my tears, and trying to smile when v
3 are again alone. ,''
"You are mistaken" he answers. wi,
I eager qaickness ~ am perfectly cure
q and when one is once thorough
cured Of a complaint Of this sort, OF
does not sicken again. If I had n
been sure of that, I would not ha,
, come near you; would have put Il
! width Of all Europe between u.s."
!, " Ishake my head in a silent skept
cism.
"See," "he cries, earnestly, "do yo
: remember how / used to tremble a
over if my hand touched hers Pho
[ grew redder than any lobster if sh
spoke to me? Do I tremble now !?
(stretching out his right hand to me)-
tam I red ?"
Still [ am silent.
"Do you hear 2" he asks, inpatieo
; ly.
eyes," I answer, dryly, II hear"
i CHAPTER vi.