The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-18
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81 do not think that two young wo-
men in our position can be too care.
full" say I, primly; "and really, LIE.
nore, it is hardly advisable"
"Advisable r interrupts my sister,
jumping off her stool and giving a little
stamp. while her pretty pink nostrils
dilate With angry vilfu]uess. 81 hate
the word =; il is a mean, sueakiug, time
serving word. Either thing is right,
or it is wrong; if it is not right, it is
wrong and, if it is not wrong. It is
right. If it is not wrong t. take a
drive on summer day with nan
whose society"
She stops as if she had been shot.
The door has opened, and the man
whose socicty-is looking 10 and say
ing
"Miss Lencre, are you ready?"
There is flushed confusion on his
honest, ugly face, as if he bad. over
heard IGNORES last speech; AMI, in.
deed, as she has always q singularly
pure, clear enuuciation, and detained
this last sentence in high key, and
with distinct AID treuchaut emphasis,
I do not sec how the poor man could
we'll help it.
sam 1 readyF" says Lenore, with
an awkward laugh, turning away to hide
her discontinue. THAT is amusing !!
A man keeps one waitiug ao hour and.
half, aud then comes and asks limo.
Gently, Are you ready p"
At the door stands the "Awericaine,"
so called because more unlike an Amer.
ioaiue than any other conceivable
vehicle ; a little, heavy, jingling rattle
trap, with hood 10 the last stage of
shabbness. A little old mare in her
dotage, aud = tall colt, hardly come to
years Of discretion, compose the team.
Ono has bells, the other has none ;'botb
are smothered under immense sheep.
skin collars, ike leviatban doorma's :;
the flies are teasing thom sadly. A
noble army of beggars-
Men and boys,
Tho matron and the maid"
press round with obliging emprcsse
nsent; old, blear.eyed men beggars, cap
ped and loug-trocked little girl begyars
-beggars with ingcniousIy-horr'b''
malformations Of Nature, we'll br, OCH
forward into notice.
$50 this is walkiug-tour through
Brittany, is it, Paul?" asks Mr.. Scrop,
pensively, as We emerge from tho door
He is leaning against the doorpost,
looking very handsome, very lasy, ant
half asleep, as he mostly does. rs.
this is the pedestrian exercise that W.
to make you two stone lighter by rext
!" season 30 Miss Herrick !! sinking
his head at Lenorc, and smiling re-
proachfully with his iudolent blue eyes,
chow much you have to answer forv'
They get in. 1 think they feel rath
er foolish, sitting pcrched up on high,
sido by side. The is something absurd.
" nuptial about this departure.
go on what are you stopping
for 2" cries Paul, in the worst possible
French. The driver says "Sapr--r-r,"
the poor beasts stretch to their work
the old rope traces strain the grin Of
expo ctatiou vanishes from the be- gars'
faces.
ID, not you feel as if We ought t.
throw old shoes after them p ash s Mr..
Scrope, turning lauguidly to he, as tn
bells 90 tinkle, tinkle down the street.
I smile. "Would sabot do as we'll :
I might borrow one" TIE jingliuy b
ceased. They are fairly gone
'"Whas shall we DO, Miss Herrics,
now that cur natural protectors ha,
left us?" says my companion, uppealio+
.piteously to me, as l stand on the brvil
ed and broil'ng steps under the umbrel
"a with which l lave ju.icicusIy fur
nished myself; while tho sun catches
." his yell,v hair aud the young, sof,
mustachc that rather dir, c.s attention
TO than hides his handsome mouth
Il the feature that is schooner than any
other 10 the human face good. "Whai
shall wc do? Shall We hire q couple
Of ackasses, aud go out riding"
> ."Rather to, bot, think"
Z ut is hot, now You speak of it.
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