The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-03-07

~"0A oS"0A III WY tHey oAOuA'
be crammed down each others throst
before there is any legal necessity,
never could see."
"That is their affair.""
"Mrs. Webster was aware of tn,
oarbaric CUSTOM" says Scrope, growing
as red as any girl, "She was gooe
enough to imagine that it was I tha
was engaged to you"
Lenore reddens. and turns down tn
corners of her mouth.
"Wbat could have put 80 grotesqu
an idea into her head ?"
"Ihere is nothing grotesque abou
it," replies the young man, cooly
"lnternalIy, We may be conscious o
how distasteful to, and dissimilar from
each other we are; but out,curalv, ",
are rather suitable"
~ do not see it, Every icily).
"Miss Leuore' (turnipg round aut
bending over her to speak low ant
eagerly, "why do you thrust your hap
piness SO obtrusively under my nose
Do | deny your bliss ? Do I pretcne
to be as happy as you?' She is silent
"We cannot all be Paul Le Measuriers
you know" says Scrope' with a rathe,
jarring laugh. "Of course, we wouli
II We could but, as we cannot, 20,
must bear with u.s."
Lenore glances across apprehensivel!
at her lover, to sec whether he ha
caught his own name; but no-he i
not looking at her. With grave in
terest, be and his blue neighhor are TO-
gether consulting the mystic French
secrets of the carte. Bah how greedy
the best Of men are
"Was it good manners" continues
Scropo, growing more excited at eacl
word, "to shrug your shoulders 8,
perceptibly, and exclaim so audibly
'Too bad! because your hand had tt
rest op my coat sleeve for the tenth
part of minute ?"
III never pretend to good Manners u
replies Lenore, shortly.
"He will sit into your pocket, al
this evening; he will sit into you,
pocket" says the young man (makins
use of an audacious fgure), call the
rest of your life.- Need you havt
eradged me my miserable half.hour's
innings 7" -:
Again Lenorc glanccs hurried J
across still he is not thinking of her
Sisc loots at Scrope: his blue eyes art
ALWAYS bright, but the champagne, bad
as 1t is, has made them sparkle moro
brightly than ever. With his straigh,
nose, and soft, gold mustaohe, most
women would have thought him dis
tractingly handsome. An innocen,
oherubic, yet stalwart beauty, such
a. some men manage to preserve
through h half dozen seasons, Scropt
looks is if he lad said his prayers ano
gone to bed at eight o'clock every
night Of his life.
"For one half-hour forget that there
is sqch a person." says the young man
entreatingly. cat oheese-time 1 will
give you leave to remember him
again"
"You are very good. Till then
"Till then-bah -" cries he with a
reckless laugh; "let US eat and drink
for tomorrow we die, or-marry
WHICH Is worse.
sTLe one is at least optional, which
the other is not" says Lenore, with a
demure but rather wicked look at hin,
from under her eyes.
Paul has abandoned the carte ; he
has discovered what the worl that
puzzled him was. "lt is 'Y1piner
bou'gs," he says to his neighbor: ani
then he leans wearily back, and think.
that he will refresh himself with q look
at his beautiful sweetheart. He doe.
so::just in time to witness the ::glauce
that she is bes.owing on his rival: il
is the only look with the slightes
tendency to coquetry in it that sht
has given him during dinner, and it
is the only one that Paul intercepts.
Paul is not that ill.luck for you7
(TO RE- coNTrNr1rn0