The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-18
well, why should he not ?"

Ga, "A'" "ooSoonV SuPuas'e,
"to marry man who did any one of
those things !; it is thousand times
more impossible to marry man who
does them azl."
Gle would let you have your
own way in every thing, big or little ;
he would let you ride rough-shod over
him. 1t would be very bad for you,
bat I suppose it would please you," an
swers Paul, half cynically, taking in,
with an uncomfortable, unwilling glance,
the poppy.crowned hat the..eyes, dew
soft yet spirited: the fine nostrils,
and b'ooded-red lips, half parted as if
for some sweet speech of his young
companion.
"Perhaps it would, perhaps it would
not" she answers, gently. II have
never loved anybody yet-never at
least, not for long-not for more than
two days but, Of course, I shall some
day ; and then, | suppose-I fancy-I
imagine" (stammering) "that what be
likes, l shall like"
Is it some reflection from the lights
outside, or are her cheeks shade more
deeply colored than usual, as she lifts
her eyes, with sort of tender trouble
in their shady depths, to his?
He shakes his head.
"May I be there to seew he says,
with light laugh; but there is no
laugh in his eyes-lnstead, an eager
gravity, touched with the STRINGS of a
restless passion. When an uncivil
woman is to you alone civil, when a
cold woman is for you alone warm, VIII en-
a high spirited womao Is for sou alone
meek, the a,ttery is t1ebled in value
1t is difficult to::feel sentimental in a
very bad smell but I think, if you ask
ed him, Paul lie Mcsurier would tel
you that he accomplished that feat in
the little Guingamp garret. The pro-
cession is really beginning, at last out Of
the lit church-doors it streams, and the
surglng sea of heads part and cleave as
under to make way. Gilt and coloret
lamps lead the way, carried by Breto1
peasants then the relics of saint in
gilt case; then a troop of young girl
in white, clear and clean as St. Agnes
then troop Of sailors, also in white
with red sashes-two carrying a it'll
model of ship, two carrying a gil
anchor between then a wax figure il
red silk petticoat, carried on bier.
"It is le petit Saint Vincent p erie
the good woman Of the house, in h,g(
excitement, clasping her bands, "carrie'
by Basse.Bretagne peasants, clad il
sontanes for the occasion, an honor 70
which they will have to pay high. Ha
madame observed him ? How prett!
he is how fresh how white i! a
white as little chicken"
"And who is le petit Saint Vincen
when he is at home ?" asks Paul, il
ignorance of the Roman Catholic calen
dar.
"He was ma'tyrized at fourteen
years." explains the woman aud 81
falls irto fresh raptures.
90 !qu'il est geotili, lc petit Saint
Vincent II est 81 frais 81 rose p
"If she is 50 much struck with !,
petit Saint- Vincent, what would no
she be with Madame Tussaud's estab
lishmept 2" says Paul, laughing ao'
leaning on the sill.
lie is past now-he and his red pet
ticoat. La bonne Dame des honsn,e
follows close on his heels, borne "a de
vout shoulders then the brass hea
with the blackened nose waggles along
then gray-haired priests, in gloriou!
tlowered damask robes, holding hig
the efigy, in ivory and gold, Of tb
slaughtered Christ, then two bishop
in mitres' then a great food Of snow
caps and broad. .brimmed beavers ever
bo1y With a candle-some big, som
little, but everybody with gone. It !:
the greatest wcDdcr how they manage
to avoid setting fire to each other. A
together, singing loudly yet sweet
they float away slowly into the distanc
HALF caught by the infection Of the
devotion, Lenore throws herself forwa1
5 half through the rusty easement to loo
down the street-one sea of wavin
light, an undulating river Of ligb
rather, flowing between tho two dar
banks Of the house on either side. Th
soft glamour of the summer moonris
makes glorious each little detail of til
r queer pretty show. The colored lam,
sparkle like real jowels-rubies, sal
phires, amethy through the CO.
night. The young girls dresses shin
dazzliugIy, caudescently white eve
the brass head with the black nose
transmitted to gold.
"What pleasant, easy way of ge
!, ting to heaven !" says Lenore, will
drawing her head. II wish I cou]
believe that big candle and kiss
little Saint Vincent would take n
there p
"Do not you think We have had q
most enough of this " asks LIE Mesu
ier, rather iudistinctly, from betwee
the folds of his pocket. handkerchief,
which he has now completely envelope
his nose and mouth. 30 libelled &c
ogne !! If CoIeridge had but SINE
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