The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-18

bous, and drowned my best hat for n
continues she, gayly. "No, no!
will have 60 more happy nights.
wardrobe would not stand it! Co
let us go!'
CHAPTER XIV.
WHAT JENNA SAYS.
''1t is too late now," says Ler
With a sulky pout, leaning her srm
the top Of the wrought-iron rails of
balcony; "PAmericaiuc is at the d.
We are no longer at Guiugamp.
have moved on to Morlaix, and
lodged in a certain hostelry, tha
scented through and through With
i'll odor arising f: ON the We, unt
stable over which it is built
II do not wish to toll its name,
Because it is 10 much to blame"
No one dislikes the smell of (
stable. The warm, pungent odor
greets you, when you go to see
friends hunters, need offend no
educated nostrils; but the terrific
that ascends from the lodgings of
ton beasts of hire, that you swa
nolens volens, in bed, in your bath,
your tea, with your cider-vhich|
ters not only your nose and mouth
even your very eyes and ears-is
ing to the least sensitive organs. !
We two are seated-by-the-by,
more is standing-in a little salon {,
balcony overlocks the street,
whence We may spy the passers b
keep a lookout on Lozach, Debsta1
bo'ssons, opposite, and refresh ours
with a slightly-varied version o
sence of manure. A great bo~-po|
of immense roses, stands at nv eli
each several rose smells miehtil
tobacco a phenomenon accounted
by the fact that the salon is dailj
sorted to for smoking and coffee-d
ing purposes by the noble army of
mcrcial travellers who breakfast
dine at the table d'hote. When
messieurs," as the landlord, with
cent irony, calls them, have retire
are permitted to enter, and work.
own wild will among the toba
roses and the jingliug old spinet j
corner.
cit is too late," say Leno-e, trd
balcony "pAmericaine is at the
1T would be very easy to Sc
away again, 1 suppose"
~ suppose it would"
II do not believe that there ID
thing to see at Huelgoat," say I,
tica'ly, turning over the leaves
familiar spirit, "Marray," and hi
among the HIS in the index.
IL dare say not"
"Nothing but lead-mines and d
ing desk," say I, having found
place.
"1t is, then, merely for the Fl
of a tete-a-tete with Mr.. LIE Md
that you are going 7" cry I, raisi
voice little, for fear that the lazy
that is ruffling the smoky. rose
swayiog the muslin curtains, m
perse my gibe:
"Merely for the pleasur
the tete.a-tetc With Mr.. LIE Md
1
as you felicitously observe" T." repl
sister, with battling caudor, leavi
balcony, and coming to stand d.,
before me, with her chin a little
and her hands folded behind her
in her favorite attitude, like a
saying its lesson. Some peoples
look as if they we're thrown on
as if they were put on ; some as
grew on. Lenore's is the latter
II should have thought th,
must have had a surfeit of thot
lights by now," say l, disdainfull|
all an outsiders intolerance for Il
sipid repetitions Of love-making.
81 have had exactly nine," I.
Leuore, growing grave, while a
absorption fills her eyes; II
(smiling) ''I must make it a
and then, perhaps, if MIR. Scrop@I
good, I may give him a turn.'
1 feel vexed, and, unable and
ling to explain why, rise, and
over to a little etagere in the
begin to fiddle With some de-
spar-boxes with "A Present
Brighton" on them ; traces, eve
Of the indefatigable Britou, who
scribed his name and that of hi,
ing on the pyramid top. Lenc
, down at the old piano, and open
"You might be man and oifl
the way in which you travel atl
gether," say I, fuming.
"Perhaps We are," answers
, with a laugh, her low, rippling'
mixing pleasantly with the erae
making among tho bass notes il
. prophetic eye, present and fut
one."
u Continued on Fourth PeR