The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-01

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try he flew into at Guingamp, with
that poor garcon who could not under
stand bis bad French when he asked
for the timetable ?''
II remember-I like il].temper."
"And he as also gourmand," contin-
ue I, relentlessly. "Did you notice
how thoroughly put out he looked,
yesterday, at dinner, because the gela-
tine was finished before it reached him?"
"Did he? 1 dare say-l like greedi
ness"
shake my head, silcnced and baffled
by this hopeless agreement with all M
objections.
"You see," cries Lenore, With a tri-
umphant smile, "that, try as you may,
you cannot put me out of conceit with
him."
"The point am trying to arrive at"
say l With sigh, "is, what could have
ever put you into conceit with him first?
Do not look SO angry, my dear child !!
l am not so welded to my own opinion,
but that I am quite ready to change it,
it you show mo good reason why 1
should. Butt really do not mean it
ofens'vely-but what good qualities of
mind OF body has Mr.. LeMesuricr ?"
Lenore springs off the bed, aud be-
gins to walk rapidly up and down the
room her little high heels tap.tapping
against the carpetless boards. "How
you talk p she cries, angrily. "Do
you think that when a person loves
they pick out this quality and that, and
say, this is lovable,' and THAT is low
abIe,' and therefore, I will be fond Of
the person who owns them all One
loVes-because one cannot help it, and
one would not, if they could"
'Talk High Dutch or Coptic, you will
be quite as ineligible to me,"I say
indignantly.
She returns to the bed, and fixes her
large, bright eyes on my face. "Is it
possible, Jemlma," she asks, "that in
all the many years you have been about
the world" Il vince, "you have never
bad lover that you cared about with
all your heart and soul for no particu-
lsrIy good reason that you could give
either yourself or anybody else -
''Nevsr," reply I, with a rather grim
laugh. "HumiIiating as the confession
is, should have thought Lenore, that
you might have known by this time
that never have had a lover, either
that cared about, or that did not
care about, aud l do not think that
there are many women Of eight aud
twenty that can make that proud boast"
"Poor Jemima !" cries my sister, in
tone Of the siucerest compassion, TAX
ing my hand; at this moment she feels
ten years older in experience and emo
ton than I.
''Do not pity me r. say I, with asper-
ity; ~ appetit vient en- mamgeant:
if had one lover, might wish for more;
but, ia things stand, the moro inclined
I am to think that ignorance is Bliss" "
"Good-night, Jemima !" says Lenore,
stalking to the door, with IS much
dignity as a,water.proof down to the
heels and brass candle stick IN her
hand will permit; IL am sorry 1 woke
you; next time that come for SYM
pathy-"
"Stay-stay !"ory I, vexed at the effect
OF my words, and yet puzzled how to
mend them. Sitting up in bed, and
stretching out my arms to her =: ere
member, I was only half awake; 1 did
not quite take 1t in I-I-dare say he
is very nice when you como to know
him." (Lenore p4uses with the open
door in her ha1d.) "He looks quite
like gentleman, and-and has the
usual younger sons portion.-Very
good teeth" continue I, laughing awk-
wardly, and flouudering about in
search of possible excellence in miod
or body, on which to be able conscien-
tiously to compliment my sisters lover.
II am sure-at least I think-that he
will improve on acquaintance"
1T is not Of the least consequence e
what you think" !" says Lenore, in a
fury, banging the door.
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