The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-05-09

eitsDdreddeniag through Ill. hiso sun tan,
",Wsll, when twas gone, i read your
letter over again, and, BY gdint of, pour.
ing over it line by line, grew to think
that there was .; true ring in: il. = Le-
more, re,tt,iv il was yegy elkeyysr kys of YOU, I dc
not slg know vsy boE you INA managed. 70 getstthnt
true, ripg', Il began to think Of e9ff 79f
the dear old time" {his. voice, though
he is man, shakes little. Il @ beg an .
-: you will laugh at me for thinking o1
such : : trifle ct such momeut-to re.
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She turns away and leans lea I1:G over the
the bridge; and, unseen by him, un;
seen by any one, her tears hotly drop
into the cold river, and are swallowed
by it.
II reocllccted things you used to say -
he continues. with pensive smile, Civ.
en- rather to the past than tie present.
"You had such pretty, fond way Ct
saying thipgs-welp' (dashipg his hand
across his forehead, and abruptly
changing his tone, ''the upshot Of it
was, that I resolved tosask'ay6u TOTO
|-to-kiss and make friends, m. short
F-lsuppose : one may as we'll word it in
that childish way as any othor.' I had
been' (beginning to laugh harshly, for
ones laughs at ones own expense are
rarely smelodious) "got,~a new sspcn,
squared my elbows, and sat, down to
write:to YOU" She oisr, tremblipgN all
over, and. painting, as one. breathless
from, a long race. - >ra.:: y.
"Why did not you?-why did not
your she cries, with almost vail.
"Why did not 1 :" he repeats, look.
ing at her with unfeigned astonishmcnt
~ wonder at your: asking that Why?
because at that very moment, not a
week after you had composed that
triumph Of pathos" with bitter
sneer), ~ heard Of your engagement to
Scrope. I saw how much the true ring
was worth then !; [ believe l laughed.
There is something to be thaokful for,
and I was heartily thankful that I had
not written. There is no use in
eating more dirt than one can help IN
this world, is there ?"
"But am not engaged now !" she
cries, passienately, II can hardly be-
lievo that I ever va really; people ex.
aggerate things SO i'll the telling. l
think it was always more play than
earnc<t.'
"Morc play thar earnest 2" he rc-
peats, IN utter and blank astonishmeut.
"Why, I understand that the welinS-
day had comc-that you were all
dressed and that it was only put of
on account Of your having been taken
suddenly i'll !" =:
"Yes," she answers, incoherenlly y
!"thapk God, lwas i'll, very i'll, that
was what saved me-! Thank God =
thank God! T.. .
| ."Saued you?'' be. repeats, looking
at her with unlimited wonder; chow
do you mean? Surely, it was your
own doing =, 1t was only put of, was
not it?--it is still to be p
"Ncvcr !;-uever J" she cries, wildly.
"Who can have told you such things
1t was all Il farce from beginning tc
end it never was any thing s.rious.
I-I-thnk I must have been little
off nay head"
Sand you arc not engaged to
Scrope 2" (with an accent Of extreme
surprise.)
"Not I" she answers, vehemently
do not suggest anything so dreadful
"Nor to any one else %
"Any one else ~ she echoes, scorp.
fully. "To when else should I be p
Must I always be engaged to some one?
Now that is all clear between them
now that all clouds of mi> conception
have been swept away, now that they
are I'LL aloce here in tho moonlight
surely he will take her 10 his arms
Her head will rest on the shoulder Of
the old jacket, where It, has SO often
con6dipgly, LAID before. But he only
turns away with something like curse
and says, half under his breath, "God
what lies people tell" A silence
When next Paul speaks, it is in a con
strained and sedulously ly-governed voice
II did not bless either you or him tha
day, I can tell you-not that that die
you much harm but this vas quite a
the first, quite. When a thing ha!
sense aud justice 10 it, one soon gives
up pricking against it. I have lone
given up prickiDg against this 1 have
grown so wise" Laughing nervously,
"that I acquiesce in it contentedly"
"Do you 2" she says, and her throat
seems to have grow" suddenly dry, and
to send forth only harsh and ugly
sounds.
"Perhaps-perhaps you will come
round to him yet" says Paul speaking
with very white face, and ;rcmcr il
his deep voice, Sin time, you know
time does surprising ,hinys things that
one would not believe! You might dc
worse"
A fiery, soaring pain goes through
her heart.
"You ars very good" she says, while
! tha f}amo of her hit evas dries he,