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


should say that whitebait WIS hardly
Iess unlikely than trout ar outlets"
No one, It seems, At 6r>t sight, lives
at the Hotel de Bret.zue, at least 10
one appears. The descend }roE tho
Americaine,and enter a.gged passsge,;
with two DOOR exactly opposite each
other, ono on each side. That on the
left is open, and gives admittanca INTO
bright and frelessk kitchen-ipnocent
of the very faintest odor of cooking.
A woman, in b cap that is cross be
tween a night-cap and .cbimney-pot
of the hooded kind, comes to meet
them, with an immense white collar
aud clean sour face.
, "What did monsieur and madame
wish ?"
"Monsicur and madame wish fol
something to eat, now, Immediately,
a Iinstont."
"Monsieur and madame can have
some bread aud butter-some cheese ;
there is uuhappily nothing else in the
house az moment"
"NoAtimg else tsssthe house /" 70.
peats Lenore, with angry volability.
why, there is a chicken! {! I saw it.
See it now, there I" pointing With
her fcg"r to where long, lean cock
lis, la"k ard plucked, in a meat safe
in the passage.
"Th"re is, a. msdsae has observed,
chicken, superb chicken, but he il
1orshe ta1le d'hote.
"But We are diving, perishing, af
flames p cries Leuore, eking out he,
uncertain talk With plentiful gesticala.
ton.
"Msnsieur and madame can have
some bread and butter-soms excellent
cheese-an omelette."
It takes ten minutes Of entreaties,
expostulations, prayers, before she can
be over-persuaded to tho sacrifice ol
the "super6" chickens. On being
asked how soon it will be dressed, she
answers, "Half an hour :" and, being
earnestly besought to sbridge thai
time, repeats, ioexorably, "Une des.i.
heure, a pen ores." .
"Let US 60 into tho sale n,o.ge,
and shut the door, says Lsnore, Dc.
spondently. ut will drive me mad to
see her pottering and dawdling about ;
and, if We watched her, she would only
potter aud dawdle the more, to spite
u.s."
A quarter Of an hour pass es. They
devour huge slices Of the loaf, and
make clearance of thre miserable
tile dry sardines, brought in on a
plate They look out OF window al
the silent street, call it Welsh, Irish -
every ugly uame they can think Of
'Lenore could not ooquet With Paul
now, were she to be shot for it; nei.
ther could Paul say any thing af'
fectionate, even if under the same
penalty. They arc both far too han.
CRY.
"Look if it has gone out of the mo at
safe yet" says Lenore, presently.
"If it has not" replies Paul, gravely
~ am aware that it will BE- unmanly-
but shall cry"
He opens the door, and peeps out in.
to the passage.
"It is there still !"
Despair for a few momonts-then
rush into the bright kitchen oppo.
site, bright with pcwters and coarsely.
painted pottery plates bitter reproach.
es, quickly sunk In hopeless silence.
"Madame is unreasonable; madame
must have patience the fire is not yet
lit -
They return to the sale a .nanger,
aud Lenore sits down on the tagged
q OF, while her pretty blue gown
make> what ohilireo call "a cheese
ali around her. Paul stands over hcr
in ri omy silence.
"Iow yell I can understand now
how shipwrecked mariners eat one
ancther," che says, looking up At him,
pathetic.lly.
After = while few oosls Of char
coal make 4 teeble glimmer on tho
open hearth. Tho enemy With the
ohimuey-pot cap takes the fow]-hi'
sex plainly declared BY the eoml
which still adheres to his hesd-anl
runs him once or twice through tb.
fame to SINCE him ; then, taking .
few warm (uot het) Goals, places then
in a sort Of tin box, and lays the car
oass in the box at some distance from
them.
"As if those wretchsd, half.dead
embers could ever cook any thing r.
cries Leoore Indignantly. They Ill
stupidity gazing through The tvo. opes
doors.
| "How does 10 look :"
"There is not . sign Of cooking upos
him." ans wers LIE Masurier, morosely
"He is as white as when he went 10 y
"He will be done only on ono side,'''
says Leoore, halt crying; ''is not she
going to turn hi at oil p
She comes in presently. ADD turns
him oyer deliberately then goes, with
uuteeliog calmness, about her other o.
cupati.os.
swell! No,o :" (eyes sp.rkliog
and her long neck stretched 70 loot
into tho kitoheu).