The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-03-28

els it possible ?" I exclaim, with
gasp, and bitter sense of regret at my
share in the business. ,..4.
81 was not his real reason for leaving
me-" says Lenore, sitting on the floor,
and rambling on to herself, half under
her breath. ut was only blind-bow
dull CT me to be taken in "a pretext
for getting back to her. Yes, un-
derstand-I understand. I suppose
do get wearisome after time, but,9'
(with long, low mo4n) it is such a
little, little timc."
A pause.
'She made good use of those six
mouths, did not she did not cry at
him, and throw herself at his head, as
did; but stole up to him modestly,
with her eyes down, 50 that he did not
ind it out-she always vas his beau
ideal Of feminine excellence-ycs, yes'
(running dreamily over in her mind his
long past phrases), "*Eyes like shot
PARTRIDGE Not at all clever;' Does
not say much;' Very loving Yes,
his dea" ideal-mcek, dowdy, mealy.
mouthed! lie would have kept TO her
always, if I had let him alone. I am
glad | did not. had my day. had
my day|
Her hands embrace her knees; she
begins to rock gently backward aad
forward.
"Stole him away, bit by bit, bit by
bit" she continues, sighiug softly:
"Jemima J" Cher tone altering, and her
eyes glitteriug with passion of de-
spairing jealousy, "that cousin is
sweet woman-I know she is-cha,ita-
BILE as Dorcas, patient as Griselda, she
will help him in everything good. and
hinder him in everything i'll. II l
thought she we're a bad woman, and
that he would repent it, I could bear
it better: Oh, my God, he will never
be punished men never arc. Every
day of his life he will be gladder and
gladder that he is rid of me-he will
tell her so-whlle l-while T."
She raises her voice wildly at the
last words.
"Stop y I cry, angry and frighten-
ed. "Don't look so odd For Gods
sake, see him as he is-lcok at him as
other people do-a man your inferior
} in every respect. and who never really
loved you"
! No sooncr are the words out of my
mouth than I see that have been
guilty of one of my many breaches Of
; tact.
GLOW dare you say that ?" she cries
g'iping my arm. "If you wish to say
1 such things, say them to some one else
8 -do.not venture to say them to me
If you are going to tell such cruel lies
leave my room this Instant! Neve
loved me Much you know about it
:, you, whom nobody ever loved. Dr.
). you think I could have been mistaken
. II, who was with him all day-wht
, watchedlhis face every minute ?, g.
d did love nc! he did! he'D1D! No
blindly, not fool,shly; he sa7-.h
), could not help seeiug-that every sec
q ond thing l did, every second word
d said, was wrong and unladylike; bu
he was making me better-eyery da
he was making me better! If he ha'
u married me, should have been
n good womao, and he would have take
e me to heaven with him!"
= "t am not SO sure that he is. goin
y there himself" I say, spitefully.
It "Say that you did not mean it-sa
d that you do not think it really p cor
At tinues my sister, with an anguis;. Of er
's treaty in her tone, and the haggar
't loVeliuess of her face. "You mean
ID (with wild SMILEY che has. take
- away the present and the future
=, you take away the past, too-if 20
er take away that day at Huelgoat-th;
as day-that day. (wanderiog off iu'
e. memory again) "wben I kuelt on tt
! cushion of little marsh flowers by tt
l brook, and the children went by
>" pick bilberries if you take ava
,. that day, aud the days at Morlaix, an
K the day when We stood by Chatea'
1t brands tomb, and saw the waves an
! the sea.me~s below us, aud planne
I'll how We would walk on through lif
r. and to heaven together-if you tax
~ them away from me, what is there le
~ me but to curse God and die p
I shudder, and cry, "Hush, hush
10 but she pays no attention to me.
eF "Shs might as we'll have left him
Sc 81 me-" she continues, presently, pushin
~ Paul's betrotbal-ring absently up an
u down her 6uger "she could have don
'e so we'll without him She is a roo
religious woman, and has another ha]
a. py world to look forward to, while r.
D. 1 have only this. You see, Jemima,
- is only We wicked people that can los
b" all at one blow"
ID "My child, my child!'. I or!
snatchlns her two hands; "what a,
th you talking about? I do not want
le preach to you, aod you would not liste
re to me if I did, but you frigh,en me
Of it is like daring God t, do worse ,
ts you. How can you have lost all :
er long os you are still within the bound
Of His great clemency-as long as 20
b. are still outside helps gates ?''