The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-03-21
PART II.-NOON:
CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER v.
WHAT JENNA SAYS.
"Quite iucomprehensiblc," says syl.
via, slightly shaking her head, and turn.
ing the tap Of the urn on to the recip-
lent teapot.
We are at breakfast; breakfast after
ball is q languid feast one looks
green, one is yawning, one drinks two
cups of tea instead Of one. From au-
other evil, to which some people are
subject, l am free-I never suffer from
the cramps that result from overdanc-
ing. Sylvia and I are the only ones
that have yet made our appearance af-
ter all, there are only two more to ap.
pear-Paul and Lenore-tor Mr.. Scrope
has gone overnight, or rather this
morning, and it is apropos of his de.
rarture that Sylvia is, for the fiftieth
time, expressing her astonishment, her
aispleasure, her remorse.
$50 ill-bred," she continues, ribbliu3
piece of toast $50 unlike him.
have always said what particularly
gentleman like hoy Charley Scrope was
DO you know, Jemina, it has struck me
once or twice that perhaps he was hurt
at my refusing so point blank to sit out
in the corridors with him? Very un.
reasonable Of him if he was 30, for I
meant nothing personal to him; l said
tho same to them ALL"
I shake my head With an air of 50.
perior information.
"1t was not quite such a sudden
thought as all that; earlier in the day
he had settled to CO."
"Aad never mentioned it to mo ?''
cries my sister, raising her voice a
little, and coloring. "Most extraorain
ary! Now, I come to think of it, Je
NINA, he has been very odd and dis
trait for week past; several time'
when I spoke to him, he answered
quite tort ct a travers, and once o.
twice he did not answer at ALL"
l shrug my shoulders.
"They are all alike; determination
Of Lenore to the brain when Leno1.
is in the room, they Never answer me
I am quite used to it; arc not you
For the last five years l have wake,
through life with goo sebery. bush il
my hand"
"She is very nice-looking, of course,
says Sylvia, in rather demurring voic
not seeming particularly to relish th
being Put, by implication, 10 tho sam
boat with me.
~ am sure am the last person t
gain-say that; nobody can accuse me {
not being willing to admit other people
good looks; but there is no denyin
that sue is on too large scale to sui
peoples tastes many men prefer sop.e
thing more petite than mignonne."
"Do they :" say I, skeptically. i"
do not know. It seems to me thu
some men like woman that there is
good deal Of"
81 do not think 1 quite liked th
way she did her hair last night" say
Sylvia, taking some honey, and lookin
at it pensively as it slides in a lon
string from the spoon; "too muc
scratched off her face"
With what = clever stroke of caust
wit, or incisive irony, I might ha,
parried this thrust will never now
certainly known, for at this moment
footman enters with note, which
hands to Sylvia. She opens it an
reads apparently it does not take lon
to peruse.
i care all tho people run mad ?" sh
cries, in a tone of peevish astonisl
ment, tossing it over to me. 1 pick
up.
"DEAn Mrs. PRoDaERs mu
apologize to you for leaving your hous
70 suddenly, and at so untimely a
hour; but, the fact is, l am unavoid'
bly, called away. Thank you over an
. over again for all the kindness aud ho
pitality you have shown me.
remain, yours very truly,
= PAUL LIE MEsUR1ER."
i, "ls Mr. LIE Mesurier goue 2" cry
to the footmap, Who is in the act
leaving the room.
"Y es, m.
"Wnat time did he go?"
"About seven, IN. I heard him tel
ing the diver that he must catch Il
1925 up.train from Morley"
III wonder did be and Charley trav
: together" say I, soto uoice, tickle
despite myself, by the notion Of Il
rivals boxed up together. within Il
narrow precincts of smoking carriae
for all the long transit between NorI
and London.