The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-05-09

puts, or TO- her uwn actual one, is not
eclear even to herself. Il.
"You agree with ne ?"' he says,
sharply, as if not much gratifed by the
discovery Of her acquiesence. "Of
course! l knew you did. Yes, it is
bettef'fot both of US !; specially better
for you. a .: =
''Much better" shoe says, speaking
with an. immense effort, and even &C.
complisbing a laugh. "As you say,
when did We ever look at anything from
the, same point Of view, even duriog
the short time We were together ?-how
short ! how short.y' (uttering the words
10 dragging, dreary way). "Hardly
day passed that we did not QUARREL
Yes, it was pleasant at the time-quite
pleasant. Il suppose that your-your
cousin" with tight, strained
smiley "will not mind my allowing
that, will she? But no doubt We shall
both do better-I, as you say, especial.
ly."
A little pause.
edo you remember" he says, sud.
denly, "that day At St. Malo; how -
Shs interrupts. IL remember moth.
ing,"' she says firmly, though her pale
lips tremble. IL have the worst men,
ory in. the world" he looks mortified,
and relapses into silence. "Tell mt"
she Says, presently, with a nervous ex-
citement in her manner, 'ttell me all
about yourself; that is much more in
teresting. When is it to be-what day
exactly 2 I should like to think OF
you, you know-to drink your health,
:and"Qaughing hysterically) ~ sup
pose I ought to send you \ present,
ought not II"
-"For Gods sake, do not - he cries,
hastily, ''unless you can send me your
bad memory ; ! hould thank you for
that"
"You never quarrel with her, I sup
| pcse 2" continues the girl. drawing
strength even from the very intensity
Of her own misery to speak collected.
ly, and even smilingly. "lt is all
smooth sailing, like boat on a duck
pond! No doubt you can monld her,
like piece of clay, into whatever
shape you like"
Paul reddens. ''She is good girl -
he says moodiIy; "and when I am
away from 7ou l know that l shall be
happy with her-at least" (sighing
heavily ri ought to be; at all events,
shall have reacc-that is something.
All my life before met you
thought it Was every thing" (After a
pause) "Thank God, she does not
know how to sreer p
,''And when is it to be ?" she asks,
still smiling; "you know you have No,
told me tell ne. l wish to know
the day-tde very day"
"Immediately," be says, feverisbly
"the sooner the better. What Is there
to wait for p
"Well, will think of you," she says
commanding her voice with great diff
Guilty, and stretching out her trembling
hand kindly to him j.; "yes I will-that
is" (breaking into an unsteady laugh)
''if-if-I do not forget"
! "Do nothing of the Kind" he cries
roughly pressing the slender cold fin.
gers "neither then nor ever! Let US
make compact, never to think Of each
other again. Least of all think of me
en- that day." he continues, after an
interval, speaking with signs Of strong
excitement. ~ ask it of you as a ia.
vor; it your face comes between me and
the parson" Qaugbipg harshly) ~ shall
not be very ready with my responses
Let me have ono good look at you r
alter pause, while his breath came
quick and short, "just one 1t would
be pity quite to forget the face of the
handsomest woman one ever knew
would not 1t? There There ~ There
is the pallor Of a mad longing oo hi.
cold shrewd face, as he stands staring
and stammering in the moonlight
"Good-bye, lovely eyes!' he says, in q
hoarse whisper; "good-byc, lovely lips
you gave me no peace while had you;
but, yet I wish-O God how I
wish"
He stops abruptly. His mad, fond
words have brough: back the solace OF
all the sorrowfal to her smarting eyes
they are shining with the soft dimness
Of tender tears, as they grow to his
harsh and altered face.
"Wlsh nothing" she says, gently.
II have wished many things in my
time-that you we're dead that I N.Y.
self we're; that one could have things
twice over, or not at all-but you see
they have none Of them come true"
"Let me, at least, wish one thing, "
he cries, violently. "Whether you let
me or no, l will wish it! will pray
and earnestly eutreat God for it-that
this-this hell, that is just half step
off from heaven, may not come over
again !! Lenore, pretty Lenore, what
lll-luck makes US both live in England ?
What security have We that We shall
not come across each other again, aud
yet again, and yet again ?"
"Taere is not much danger" she
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