The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-15

a''ut her, then," replies the other,
briefly and then, ~shamed and afraid
OF having been demonstrative, walks
away into the hotel.
CHAPTER XIX.
WHAT THE AUTHOR SAYS.
81 Lrnore has her wish and TO-
sether they all retruce their steps, and
journey back to St. Milo. And now
the heavy parting day Las come-,he
dav that is to interpsse the cold, gray
sea between him and her. There are
but three hours now till the moment
when Paul will set forth on bis return +,
OLD associations, to the strong influences
use and wont, leaving Brittany and
new love behind hlm. All the morn.
ing they have been strolling .bout the
old town and the ramparts, two-and-two
the lovers and the p]aying-at-lovers
Judging by appearances, the latter seem
to be enjoying themselves the most.
By-and-by Lenore and her betro,hed
stray away from the others, across the
sands, that twice day the tides long
wash covers, aud twice day uncovels
across the sands TO the little bare island
where Chateaub,iand-in no graveyard
hustled by no dead kin-has wished to
sleep out his last sleep. They have
cll nbed through the sands and the sand
ctlcred beuts to the little emincoce
where, with no name graved upon them,
q no5 Date, no vaIedictory text, stand the
simple white cross and slab that mark
the spot where the restless Refine lies.
Va the very edge of the precipice he
Is sle.ping, and beneath him the rocks
slant sheer down, and at their base
come the stealing summer waves with
slow, soft tapping. Lenorc leans on
the rulings that Chateau5riaud begged
his fellow. townsmen to place round his
tomb, 'tpor en,peeber les ontnaaur a me
deterrer," and stands looking seward,
parted-liprcl. tasting the salt wind.
"Jcmima will bo very clever if she
gets Serope up here," says Paul, with a
determination to say something very
commonplace, in the hope of riddiug
himself Of the seuse of SAD solennity
That tho place, the sighing wind, and
his own approaching parting, ccmbire
to produce.
"Shc will not try" answers Lenore,
not changing her altitude. "Jemina
hates 'Atala,' and she loves limpets, and
little crabs, and all sorts of noisome
monsters of the deep. II Mr.. Scrope
were not with her, she would take off
her shoes aud stockings, and paddle. y
"Scrope would paddle, too, on the
smallest encouragement" says Paul,
laughing; ''just the sort of thing that
would suit him cool, aud no trouble
and besides, Eo tells me that he is very
much smitt,n with Jemima.'
Lenole turps away her, large eyes
from her distracted coute mplation Of
the purple waves and the glaucing sea.
gulls; turns them on Pau, full of a
sort OF careless surprise. "Unhappy
young man. she says, calmly "vhat
could have iaduced him t. tell suca a
shocking story p
"Why might not it be true?''
'1t might" says Leuore, indif:reutly
"but it is not. Mr.. Scrope-Charli,
Scrope, is not he ? be looks like Charli.
is no more smitten with Jemima
than he is with-Who shall say 2"
ethan with you ~
"Well, than with me, if you like"
"You Go not seem to think that tha
is putting it very strongly" says Paul
suspiciously.
"What does it matter whcm he i
smitten with, or whom he is not 2" erie
Lenore, with evasive vehemence
s'What does it matter whether he i
alive or dead? We have only tv'
hours lett, aud We are wasting our TIM
talking about him."
III am, naturally, rather interested il
my successor in walks, and talks, apt
moonlight strol's," says Paul, with ,
bitter jest.
"1s not he going to set of tomorrow
On that ever-talked-about, and never
walked, walking. tour 2" asks Lenore
surprised. ~ thought he was, but
suppose the wish was father to th,
thought
"Walkiug-tour, indeed !'' says Paul
scornfully. Il know what that means
lying at your feet under the chestnut.
at Mont Parhasse, and reading Byron
aod Shelley to you!"
"Being read aloud to always sends
me to Sleep"
"Promise me" Cooking very eager)
"asleep OF awake, not to firt with him.
II will promise. nothing so ridicu
lous," answers she, contemptuously
"Flirt with an infant that gets red al
over when I speak to it!-that trem
bles and stammers when remark to i,
that 'it is hot da? !! Bah !"
"lt is a singular fact" says Paul
dryly, "that it is only 10 your society
that it bushes, and stammers mos
people find it brazen-faced and fluent
infant enough"
"Do they ?"
"You will, at all events, promise not