The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-05-16
PART IlI.-NIGHT.
CHAPTER III.
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WHAT .TEMIN1A SAWS

CHAPTER III.
WHAT JENNA SAYS.
And now we have done with Ber-
gun in all PROBABILITY we shall see its
little caves and deep dolls-house win
dows never again. How happily
might ono Gone is not equivalent to
here) spend a honeymoon among its
rocks, and pine.s]opes, and Powered
| fields, always surposins that one had
brought ones own food with one.
confess to an opinion that the chicken s
black skeleton, and tho untold nause~
BUSINESS Of the Sassella, would cool the
erdor Of the warmest pair that ever
yawned and fondled through the con.
ventional month. We are still, row.
ever, in the fcodless land Of the Eng
adinc We have reached Peptresina.
1t is long name, Is not it? But the
name is longer than the place; it
is only a cluster Of houses, white as
the de{accr of all beauty, wbitewasb,
can make them. If I had had the
worlds reins in lnJ hand would ba"
put him that invented whitewa;-l to
even a feller dcata than that which |
would have inflicted on the twin-Ge-
mons who brought up gunpcwder and
electricity from HELPS lowest pit: AT
tho loot of a long, stern hill the vii
! la~;e humbiy crouches, while round 1t
Sands silent, solemn conclave of
great mountains "-whitc-snow spires
reaching heaven ward-God's church
steepIes; while far off a gray-green
glacier dirD'y shines. O.mighty noun
tains you coldIy awe me with your.
"aloft and loveless premononce.'
The trees cluster 10 the valley, but the
great hills stand barehcaded before
God. Hero we are at the little Hotel
de la Croix Blauchc, having taken
root among the whituwash. We have
been here week, and VIC have yawn-
ed good deal. The season has
hardly begun-at least for the Eng
lish-and it has rained an infnity.
We have even had the doubtful plea
sure Of seeing fakes If unreasonable
snow. There are no books to be got,
and we have exhausted our few Tauch-
nitz novels. To-day We have grown
tired of our own sitting-rovm, and have
strayed otjectlessly up to the general
salon at the top of the house. It is q
bare, light room, whltewashed, Of
c,u'sc. A carpet would be pleasant
to-day but no rog OF carpet is there
only aggressively-clean squares Of deal
intersocted with red.pine. There ha:
been wedding-part7 ln the house al
day; their all-pervading din and to Vi
incomprehensible Romansch mirtl
have had large share in driving Vi
upward. It is afternoon now, and
thank God, they are gone We have
been standing out in the balcony, watch
ing their departure, as they PACK thom
selves into their shabby.hcoded carri
ages, garlauded with dusty greer
wreaths. Yes, they are gone the arm
of each gawky youth, with ostcntatious
caudor clasping the solid waist of hi.
maiden. Now, that they are gone,
sylvia retires inside, grumbling ant
shlveripg.
"Iiad not You better go in, too?"
say to Leuore "it is very damp. Yo,
will never get we'll if you do rot take
moro care Of yourselt."
| "Why should I get weIl?" she
says, quer:' lousy. II do not want tt
get well? Being i'll is something tt
do. can be interested in my sy1p
tons and my tonics; I would not bt
we'll for worlds"
I look at her compassionate y-s
her sharpened profile lit is getting .
look Of pioched and suffering discon
tent. Where is its lovely debonai,
rouuduess Alas even since We left
Bergun it has been slippiog-ob, how,
quickly away.
"You may get me shawl it yor
like,"' she says, presently, "and {
chair"
| I re-cnter the salon to fetch them
Sylvia is sitting with tho landlords
book Of dried plants before ;hor, lament
able turning over the leaves. At th'
best Of times nothin G can b.
more melancholy then dried flower
Ia colorless skeleton, without any
likeness to itself. One ought to b.
in the best Of spirits to- look a
such a collection as is now engaging
Mrs. Prodgers's slack attention.
return with the shaWl-a heavy an