The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-05-23
"Good-Bye, Sw'eetheart !"
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By RnoDA Bouanros, AUTHOR OF CRED As Rose IS
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CHAPTER V. 80:
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= Thy soul shall haye ease
-. In thy Limbs at tho last;
But what shall they give thee for life, sweet life,
that is overpasts"
WHAT JENNA SAYS.
At last it is summer to-day; the sun
says, "Now it is my turn p With his
strong right hand, he has swept the
clouds away from the snow.peaks-
away-away-anywhere; he will have
none of them. Those snow.peaks
They dazzle one 80 that one cannot look
at them, save through blue spectacles.
1t makes ones eyes drop water but to
glace hastily at their shining magnif-
cence. Oh, happy cousummation it is
too hot even for demi.saison dresses.
II think Kclb is very tyrannical ~
says Sylvia; discontentedly. "What do
I care about the waterfall, or tn }
Mortiratsch glacier? After all; when
yau have seen one glacier, you
have them all j.; and though nobody can
be fouder of scenery than I am, yet Of
course there are other things in the
world; I had much rather have stayed
at home to-day and found out what the
Scropes' plans were."
We were all jogging along in little
chaise, drawn by tat pony, which,
however, is 80 far from Us as to be al.
most out Of sight, from the length Of
the traces-jiggling, jogging along
through Pontresina, between tho green
sheltered white houses here and there
flourish of Neutrality-suspicious., cine.
rarias-out of their windows; through
the upper village, aud along the hot
high road. On each side of US is the
lovely riot Of the meadow.howers; they
seem to have rushed out, all at once
and all together, to answer to their
oames At the roll.call OF the spring sun
SAT all events" say I, laughing
"Mr. Lasce)les cannot say that it is
'deuced cold' to-day. Pah! how
apoplectic it makes ones head! Oh
for good honest British cabbage-lea1
to put in ones hat ~
"There is one comfort" says Sylvia
pursuing her own thoughts, "and thai
IS, that there is no one they can become
lies with, in our absence, as I shoulc
| think that they were sociable, sensible
sort Of people, who cordially hated thei,
own society,": :"9
"Worse even than ours'?" asks LIE
more, with cynical smile, from be
meath the dusty little hood under which
she is leaning back. G: >.<;u .
We leave the high.rcad; We turn in
to by-w"y that leads to the glacier
leads through company Of larches
They havo grown up, here and there
among the great strown stones, Of ever!
shapes and 'size-lichen.grown, green
forbidding. By-and-by We have to so.
good-by TO our carriage; it, can go n
farther j; the road breaks of:
"This is quite the most triste festiv
ity ever assisted at," Sylvia says
plaintively, as We dawdle and loiter hot
ly along.
"Bah how the midges bite AS
rule, no one is no:c Independent o
mems society than lam, but in a cas-
Of this kind man is Indispensable t
give a sort of Impetus, FLIP, TO- th'
whole thing"
"Let US have luncheon" say I, wit!
my usual. material view of things; "cat
ing always raises ones spirits, and "
can eat as we'll as if regiment ~er,
looking on."
So VIC lunch on the short sward
The smooth, smoke. cclored cattle ar
ringing their bells vigorously, as the,
browse near Us, though what they ca
the Lord only knows, unless they hav,
a taste fer yellow potentillas, s@eet
scented daphne, and white bents. Kohl
has stretched macintosh for Us to 81
on, and brought spiced-beef that look!
wierdly nasty, in sun warmed slices, on
Of a marmot-skiu bag; rolls, hard.boil
ed eggs. a bottle Of Chateau Margo
stands under a great rocs, knee.dee,
in yellow yiolets, The glacier river
the Bernina,, runs mad y past us
hoarsely rav,og to its, wide. stone bed
in torrent Of dirty yellow -green-white
There we lie, couched comfortably q
rumioatisg cattle, while At our elbow
and feet the gentiaus open their blu
;eyes-bluer thau,any ,womaa's ,,fdee POI
than any sapphire. .z,: s~... 49,
elbow pretty they would be if arti
! fetal r Sylvia says, peusively pluckin.
cnea "a spray for the side of tn
head, you know, aud another for th
oors.ge ; I am afraid We are too far o.
for it to carry well, Or I would send on
to Fosters ID tin box he will alwsy
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