The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-03-14
PART m.-NooN:

CHAPTER Nv.
WHAT THE AUTHOR SAYS.
In the mean time, Mrs. Prodgers
has been restored to her eminent posi-
tion on the bench she has been danced
and talked and walked about, into .
state of even more than her usual COM
plaisance. :
Jemima still stands where she left
her.
slave you been dancing, dear !?
Yes ? Oh, I am so glad-I thought
you would-I don't know what has
come to the people tonight they
would tear one in pieces, if enc would
let them one thing 1 do set my face
against, and that is, those passages. 1
said to young Aneon, There is no one
tonder of laughing and talking, and
fun, than l am, but if you talk from
now till doomsday you will not per-
suaae me to sit out with you.' l dare
say there is no harm in it really, but
people do let their ton CUES run on so,
when person is young and tolerable
looking"
Jeuima makes no answer.
Sylvia's conversation is like q
Gregorian chant; there is a certain
sa.neness about it.
Miss Webster has been Waiting
with 40 Eton boy, in round jacket !:
her shins are black with bruises, her
elbow is scratched, but at least she
has not been q wall.aower.
Another galop etrikes up. sylvia's
talk drops into silence; she tiddles
with her bouquet, snd tries to look as
if she would not dance i: she we're
asked. Men hurry hither and tLither,
seeking for their promised partners ;
raising and dashing in the same instant
false hopes in uneDg.ged girls, by
making apparently straight for them,
staring hard at them, flying off at q
tangent on discovering that they are
not the right ones. Jemima scans the
crowd to see whether she can discover
any one likely to ask her Tin many
women the love Of dancing survives
the probability of being invited),
but finding no one, resigns herself witt
philosophy to her fate. Other psople''
enjoyment is not 50 good a. ones OVID
but it is some peoples lot to be speota
tors through life. She looks on
The pink calico, the laurels, the mir
rors, the pretty rosered ladies, th'
plupging grocers and foundering gro
ceresses; a tremendous Mud!-tw'
people fallen like one log now sprawl
ing in a confused heap of broadolotl
and illusion on the floor the lady ha
ingeniously wound herself; like swad
dling.clothes, round her squire's legs
she is unwouud, feels for her head, set
ties her wreath, and off again! Their
are 50 many people, and they 60 8
quickly, that it is difficult to folio,
aoy one: = blue couple, pin|
couple, = white couple; they da,
sle the eyeballs with the celerit
with which they shoot across them!
black couple-taller than most q
the others the soft sparkle Of silve
flowers flashing like meteors down th
room.
Why, it is Lenore! Lenore an
Scrope again
II thought l lad understood th,
your sisters .tfance was \ plain man,
says an old woman, who, unable to fin
room on a bench, is standing benin
Jemima, and tapping her on her bar
shoulder to attract her attention.
"Qui,e the contrary" (with a compl
mentary smiley. "Have you ever see
him p sks::Jemima.
"Is not it he with whom she is dane
inS 2"
"Oh, dear uo!'
"Re.lly! what a stupid mistake!
thought it must be, because I have a
ways seen them together. A cousin
no doubt?"
Jcmima does not relieve her curios
ity. She affects not to hear.
Turning her head aside little, Oh
finds Paul At her elbow. Judging b
his face, he has heard, apparently.
"Oh, there you srer' cries sylvi,
catching sight Of him At the same me
meut, and resuming her animation
"You arc in disgrace, do you know
deep disgrace7 You have not aske
me to dance once tonight" Cooking ,
him with large, round eyes, and smiIin
archly)
Paul smiles, too, but not very ohee'
fully.
"My dancing Is such that it Is onl
on very old acquaintanees that I da'
iuaict it." ~ .vl.y.
| II taw you dancing With lenore'