The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-29
''Or seen me get into one Of my ra.

'Or seen me get into one of my ra.
get?"
"No," answers Paul, half laughing
at the idea of the selt.control implied
by keeping out Of q rage during eight
cen hours, Of which seven were spent
Ia sleep, and the rest in the company
Of a favored and adoring lover.
"Have you heard me snub Jemi-
map" J..
| "No."
"Or see me box Tommy's ears ?"
"No."
"Well, then, must be improved"
cries Leno'e. triumph ntly "for, can
te yot yoqscould not have spent an
hour Ia NY society .his slime last year
without seeing .hrouga some Of
those manoeuYres.,
"WelI, then, you are improved, an.
s~ers Paul, smiling, and smoothing her
shining hair; "and We all know there
was room for it, do cot we?"
"Plenty," replies Lenore, briefly.
"All the same, I did not think you
needed much meuding that last day at
st. Malo," says Paul, indulging him
self in looking as thoroughly sentiment
al as even Scrope could have done, now
taat he is sure that nodoby is by.
"You prefer me with my nose swol-
len aud my eyes buoged up, do you?"
asks Lcnore, gayly. "Good Heavens p
(growins quite grave), chow I hated
everybody and every thing that day
Chateaubri.and and his tomb, and the
ramparts, and the old houses, and the
steamer, aud the stoker, and Jemima
Do you know cried all the way back
to Dinan;I do not think stopped
for one minute, and Jemima and Mr..
Scrope sat on two camp.stools opposite
to me. They did not look at the view,
and they did not look at the Other peo.
pie; they kept staring at .ne the whole
way. What possessed them cannot
think"
IL wish had been there" says Mr
Le M'surier, looking ra1her vicious
ii would have turned Jeuima's comp
stool straight round, and kicked Scrope
overheard"
"Aud what would he have been do
ing meanwhile ?" asks Lenore, archly.
"Poor Mr.. Scrope how bored was by
him those first few days after you
went p
"The first days" echoes Paul, sus-
piciously. "You were not bored by
him aiterwar6, then ?"
She does not answer Immediately.
and he has to repeat his question. Then
she speaks with perhaps a shade of un.
willingness
"Well, no; I do not think [ was.
One gets used to things, you know, and
he is not bad boy, after, and-and -
and he was almost as useful as Freker-
ich in runnipg errands."
"And expected the same reward, I
suppose p says Paul, with sneer.
~ have aot a notion what ho ex.
pected," retorts Leuore, beginning to
look rather robcllious, and to hum
tune.
Lon"re Lenore !" (the sneer dis.
appearing as he snatches her hands,
aud gszes With anxious, grieved love
into her face), "what were tho very
last words 1 said to you at St. Malo?-
d. you remember p
"Pertectlv; they were, God bless
you, darling!" she answers, speaking
softly, her lips framing the words Low.
ingly, as if they were dear to them.
"Ay, but tho words just before
them?"
"They were ugly, stupid, unneces.
sary, jealous words do not remember
them," says she, impaticutly, snatch.
ing away her hands, and not perceiving
that the first half of her sentence coz
tradicts the last.
"Ugly, stupid, and jealous, they
may have been," says Paul, with |
forced calmuess, "as many Of my words,
1 dare say, are; but scere they un-
necesessary"
"What were they?" Every inpatient
ly). "Lct US hear them, aud have
done with themv
''Tbey were, DO not firt pih
Scrope +"
"Well?"
"What ever else you do, I know you
do not tell lies: did y"u airt with
him 2"
"Upon my soul, do not know !"
answers Lenore, iugenuoutly.
ri would have given you carte
b/amche to bully Jcmima and m .trcat
your nephews," says Paul, magoaui-
mously: "What do little flaws in the
temper matter compare TO Lenore
to lower yourself and me by flirting
with that boy, my own friend, whom
I myself had introduced to you, and af.
ter all had said to you ?-Whv do
not you turn your face this way?
Good God is it possible that you are
Nushing about him ?"
~ am blush ing with rage at being
put through such degrading cate
chism!" answers Leuore, coloring
scarlet, and flashing indignantly at her
lover.
"Did you firt with 5im?" repeats
Paul, sternly his lips look thin and
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