The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-04
= Goodbye, Sweethear !"
'ATALE IN THREE PARTS,

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By RnoD4 B0uaH1o., ,;Au,soa o, 'RzD As 4 ROSE II
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- CHAPTER TX.
= WHAT THE AUTHOR SAYS. -.
When Paul rises to the surface
sputtering and blowing unintentiona]
bubbles, his first thought naturally is
Where is Lenore?" At. about three
yards distance from him lie = secs some.
thing white. He swims toward it, and
catches At it; it is .Lenore. Feeling
his grasp, shs diugs out her two arms
: wildly, .Dd clutches him spasmodieally
round tho neck. Il :.tsssi i .:.'.I1< o....
''Looss me r he cries, breathlessly,
still sputtering: "Lenore ! you will
drown rs both, n
But Lenole il too much blinded and
deafened by the water to pay any heed
to his remonstrances. She only clasps
him the more convulsively. With a
strong effort be manages to unlock her
arms, and, grasping her firmly with one
hand, with the other strikes out for
shore. --s.,... -.- ~.' .>'.>,:,',q
: i. Swimming in ones clothes is never
very pleasant, but swimming in ones
clothes with only one hand at ones
disposal other being occupied in
supporting a perfectly helpless, inert
romsn-is more unpleasant still. Hap
PLY it does not last long; the adven-
ture is not of heroic dimensions. Not
halfa dozen yards from the fatal lilies
the bulrushes have advanced their
thick green standards, and, where the
b1lrushes are, water is shallow and foot
ing easily gained. The flags and the
rushesswish against his facesnd buffet
it rudely.as he ecrambles through them;
half dragging, half carrying his COM
panion through the deep river.mud and
the chilly midnight waters: Having de-
posted her in living bundle on the
bank, he sits down beside her aud pants.
As for her, she is a little stunned by
the shock of the plungiag WAGER that
is all. She is not won't to faint, and
has not tainted now. Presently she
sits up, and, pushing her dripping hair
out of her bevil9ered eyes, sajs; gasp
'iugly: @:<--'
"Don't scold me it was you that
did it." -. g..
M1know It was" he answers, as dis
tinctly as the chat teripg .ot: his tech
viii let him. b.: 95-95 '''A 's9G& ,.
"Well, you :did,,not let mc down of.
ter all, you SCI" she says,.Hith g smile
that, though =forlotn. aud dreDched, is
still half malicious 81 s-.,s
aWell no, Dos this time
They look at one anotherfora minute
then both burstsiato : simpl fit
of violc ptz lsnnhtersss - -
'52 "Wtat i ridiculous drowned rot you
do look !" cries she, politely. ,v ~
"The same to, you," he answers,
eriug, as he sits dripping. f.dism.lly on
tho dry juno 'gar,ss, e$<.ss
|7'9 "Whathavey you done with your h.t?''
"The same Is You have done with
yours, ] i.ney:"' >, - -. H.. ~. ~.
: "Aud Mima's Connemara cloak ?" 5
/ aHiH:v,.sls 8 !, 70 gonnennisr. n noi ,,
now.,,'. '" '7'''' "@.'= : :. It
.4."1 have. lost one ! Of ny Shoes" says
the girl, half crying, ''.pd = The, a other j,
full 81 mud :. :. .:...s,' - :
She .loolsup 4 him piteously, as ID.
nocently u baby might do. The
Rance has washed al the ooquetry ont
Of her. eyes, on whose long lashes Il,
river-drops are han BANGING. 4:..sss tt
; u" How shalt i ever get hume? ]
shall have to hop al the way. 49,:
"Perhaps ! might carry ;you,''' he
says, not uDtiodly, leaning forward t.
examine the umullueky u os shoe. !; ;rhils hii
nose, and his beard, and his short bai,
water the butter:clpps md refresh them.
"Carry msr' she eeries,d derisively -
ayNhy, I weigh nine stone-eight! I
might as we'll talk Of cihrrtyJiiinig.you:p
Ho is not particularly anxious. 70 car
y her, and does not repeat bis offer.
"ilou cold Fam I" she says, shudder.
ing. n.Iiow IL runs down one shack,
does. not it! I wish ones clothes
would not stick to one ike court .plas
I'd. II amf sureitS vii Be.thlees death Of
me,
aBE!y.-the-byy,," ). orie. be, . !. brilliao.
idea striking him, and beginning to
search frantlcalIy. In his coat pockets
(~e, in Dinau, never dress for dinner,
therefore be is still in his shooting.
jacket, ''if it is-not gone-no, thank
God here it is !-draTing out little
silver dask-s'take q pull at i, il will
keep the life 10 you.
n1Vhat is it =
6 Brandy 2
ssWill it make me drunkI!" she asks,
gsavely, holding i ins her hand, and