The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-25

caps, not showing = curl Of their baby
hair. are plying gr.vely in tho gutter,
"rh their long petticoats tapping
sbout their heels and entirely hiding
their little fat legs-where, just iu-
side the doors, women in the home
di'haI'0e Of filthy white chimney-pots
sit At their sp;nuiog-wheels.
Coming to Huslgoae is synonymous
with putting back the clock two hun.
dred years. Down by a mill, along /.
narrow path, across ferny slope, t, see
the pierre treaLlante. Great rounded
boulders lie about like couchaut ele
phsnts; dusky 6:.woods clothe the
bills, that rise so close and stern, aud
on their barren breasts great gay
granite masses heave huge shoulders
out Of the healthy ground. Below, a
little brawIing stream slides coyl, IN
der the great rocks, then bubbles cold
ly out again, talking to itself all the
way and the small marsh flowers
that grow abou: its low brim;
a little mouutaiu.beck, like flashing
smile on the valleys lips, like = silver
chain about the hills cold feet:
Paul and Lenore have been climbing
tie hills, have been staying among
the piny odors, have been pushing and
fighting their way through the thick
biberry.bushes, aud now they are hot
and tired. Lenore is kneeling on a
f1stssgray stone, and stopping low down,
lays her moath to the clear water and
drinks.
~ am too old and stiff to be so sup
ple," says Paul, With = smile Of ad-
miring envy. "Make me 4 cup Of
your hands i have no letter in nv
pocket to make leaky eornxcopia Of -
She complies, gravely. Joining her
white hands together, she dips them
into the water, and then holds them
up to him to drink. flo has to drink
very fast, a. tho water runs out nearly
~ quickly as it came in. Then she
stoops again, aud bathes her head IN
the stream. The water rolls in dia-
mond beads from her hair, and on to
her turquoise.blue grown, as she kneols
on the broad gray stooe; long.legged
b1iesase waking about On tho stream ;
,blussb butterflies hover round like
Towers that have grown tired Of
thsis staiks, aud are gone visiting their
kinsfolk. Paul is stretched on tho short,
dns g.ass on tho other side Of the
brock, bot yet not span off. His el.
bows rest on tho ground, and his
hsuds are buried in his brouze beard.
Il is all 20 pretty, 50 loro, 80 silent, as
if, long ago, God had made this fair
spot aud then forgotten 1t.
"Mr. Le Mesurier," says Lenore,
suddenly, edo you thluk it was wrong
Of me to come with you here today
l could not ask any other man, because
| know I could only get come silly,
civil, speech but I know that you will
toll l:me the truth, however disagreea-
ble-perhaps" Qaughing) "with all the
more alacrity, the more unfattering it
may be-"
Paul lifts his head, and stares at her
in some surprise at the demand made
upon his veracity.
"Since when has your conscience
grown 80 tender?" he asks, evasiveIy.
"Who has been putting such an idea
into your head for am sure it nev-
er grew there Of ITSELF"
"Jemima," she answers, dabbling
her hand and her pocket.hau audkerchief
in the bright water, with more than a
child's delight. "Wheu you came in
this morning, she was in the middle of
telling me how improper it was. I do
net mind her; she is an old maid-or
At least, in her, coming events cast
their shadows before. But 1 want you
to tell mo. Is it wrong, iocorrcct-haz-
arde, ~ the French cay I"
"Not ono Of the three, 10 the very
least" he answers, warmly. "The
worst that any one eaa say Of it is, that
it is little, a very little, unconven.
tionsl."
Tho woman with tho eyes like q
shot partridge would not have done it.
I suppose?"
! "Ptobably not" Then, seelog her
look mortified "If the woman with the
eyes like shot partridge has fault, j.
il being in the slightest degree in too
l great bondage to Mrs. Grundy. She
! would hardly dare to 90 along the road
70 heaven, unless she knew that mauy
very respectable people had gone there
before her"
Silence, save for the low, small noise
that the glossy bees make in visiting
from he,ther.bloom to heather. bloom.
The high sun is already sloping west.
ward ; in two or three hours one will be
able . look him in the face.
"1f I had but Joshu.'s gitw s.ya
Paul, sighias, - he lee gazing Up .s
the hswIsas sapphire above him. III
I could but s.y, With any hope of be.
\ ing obeysd, Sun, stand thou still!'
"Why should you say sol" asks LIE.
more, opening her eyes, .s she busily
~rings out her pocket handkerchief,
snd lays it On the grass 70 dry. "Wby
should you wish to stop himl He will