The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-11

ing as i he were looking extremely
sheepish. "Are not you receiving me2"
"Oh, yes; but, then, you are no.
body" che says, with gay little laugh.
"Thauks.''
II mean, you are only one-not a
party" (laughing again, and standing
before him, straight, and fresh. aud
beautifuD.
"She is meat for his masters" is LIE
Mesurier's involuntary thought, and, so
thinking, looks at her (unknowing it,
with grave, critical intentions. Under
that look, her great frank eyes pale
suddenly, and her color comes and goes
Comes and goes-in tremulous car
nation.
"l am SO glad you have come p she
says, beginning to talk very fast
"Mina is gone out sketohing with Mdlle
Perollne, and I have boen SO bard up
for something to do that I have been
reduced to trying to educate Monsieur
Charles. Look at him lie is rather
wobbly, perhaps, but not so bad for a
beginner-is he ?''
So speaking, she points to where,
on small stool, Mdlle. Leroux's
unhappy poodle sits dismally upright
On totteriug, shorn headquarters, with
his arm in a sling-that is to say, with
one poor little paw numerically tied,
with bit Of blue ribbon, round the
neck.
''Fdites n'endiant, Monsieur Charles!'
cries the young girl, flinsing herself on
her knees on the floor before him: "Up
up! Unfertunat.ly, he does not under.
stand English"
"Does not he :"
''He has been going through regu.
lar course of exercises" says Lenore,
Eravely. "Just before you came in I
put one of NJ. Caesars bats on his head
and pair Of old Mdlle. Leroux's spec
tacles on his nose, and you can have
no conception how like Frederick he
looked"
As she kneels there, with all her
blue draperies spread about the floor,
and the dimples appearing and dissp.
pearing in her cheeks, spasm of IN
willing admiration contracts his heart.
"Frederiek Is going," he says, brus=
quely, turning his head away, and look
ing out Of the window-"going home, eo
England, tomorrow"
"Is be ?" says the girl, carelessly.-
"Why does not he come and say good
bye to US, then? or are his feelings toe
many for him 7"
"He is talking Of coming this after
noon."
II hope he will not cry, or have q
great access to emotion; he generally
has at this sort of crisis: 1t always
makes me laugh-don't you know p
and that looks so unfeeling?" she says,
glancing appealipgly up at him.
"You are unfeeling!' he blurts out,
unjustifably, with a mistaken feeling
of loyalty toward his friend.
She looks at him quickly, to see
whether he is jokeing, but perceiving
that he is serious, says, quietly and
without anger
cam I? What makes you think so p
"l gather it from your own words"
"About Frederick 7" she asks, com
posedly. "Poor little gentleman ! W.
shall miss him very much-gettine
tickets and claiming luggage i; but you
would hardly expect me to go into hys
terics over him-would you?"
He is silent, meditating on tho utte'
bootlessness Of his errand.
"Would you ?" she repeats, pertina
ciously.
She has sunk down in sitting atti
tude on the floor; her idlo hands lie
white as nilk, in her lap. Monsieur
Charles has availed himself Of the di
version effected in his favor to abandon
his upright position, hobb]e off on thre
legs to corner under the piano, Wher'
he spends himself in vain efforts to bit
| off his blue ribbon.
"lt would be much better for you ;
you had some one to go into hysteri<
about" say; Paul, drawing small can
chair near Lenore, and resolving to q
tack the fortress Indirectly.
She blushes >yividly. Some CIR
blush at a nothing, other girls blush
nothing.
"Would it 7" she says.
"You will not be angry with me to
speaking plainly to you? We have see
q good deal Of each other, conaiderin
how short time it is since we 6rst mt
have not we ?" says he, with = be
ncvolent sense Of fatherly enjoyaaeu
in lecturing this fair delinquent, thi
embodied storm, whom only he a.
calm ''but you are one of those VI
men who would be much better an
happier married than single"
cam 1 2" Gin very low voice).
"You ought to ma1Y either tyra1
or slave," continues he, surprised q
his own eloquence; "either a teIlo'
who would knock under completely I
you, or fellow who would make 20
knock under completely"
! "And which would you recommend
may l ask 7" she says, lifting her eye
archly, yet with difficulty, to his fac'
UTn vour caae. T think. the slave"