The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-05-16

att . th"' ""r ;" a'enar being ended
IN ..1Lg prostrates one somuch as
these little social ordeals Did you
see how l cultivated the husband p?
Z do not think they quite liked it."
1 am looking out Of the window, and
contemplating Mr.. Lascelles's back, as
he stands on the doorstep talking to
kolb, and banging his arms together
like cabman, to keep them warm. I
can feel, by the expression Of his
shoulders, that he is for the third
time remarking that "it is deuced
cold"
"It bshad his own way, he would be
always with us, in and out" cootioues
Sylvia ;"one can forsee that. But no
doubt he will not be kt."
"What thing it is to be thin !"
cries Lenore, with . rather bitter little
laugh. '1f had been fat and we'll
looking, they would have cut me dead.
If l gain in favor in the same ratio
in which l lose in Aesb, they will soon
be thoroughly fond OF me-" l turn
from the window with sigh at this
speech. "There is something very af-
fectiog in bavinga thing like birds
claw held out to you, is not there ?"-
continues she, looking with q sort Of
pensive de1ision at her own hand, FIRST
opening it and then clinching it, to
see hoa strongly the knuckIes and bones
start out.
"Do not ~ 1 say, Grossly, 81 wish
You would not ~
t"In books" continues she, "when-
ever people on their death beds lift up
their thin hands, or hold out their thin
hands, one always begins to cry, don't
you know y I laugh, but not very JOY
ously. "If they could hear the way
in which I cough at night, I am not
sure that they would Got kiss me" says
the young girl, With sarcastic smile.
"How extraordinarily like Charlie his
sister is :" Sylvia, sitting up on the So
ia. "What are you looking at, .Jemi-
ma? Any new arrivals? Thoroughly
bon genre they all look. Say what you
will, blood must SHOW"
GAS the old maid said when her nose
got red" retort3 Lenore.
"a plain likeness, Of course,'' pur-
sues Sylvia, not deiguing to heed this
protane illustration. "Blanche Lascelles
is too much Of peaoe-and-plenty-look-
ing woman to please me-too redundant
don't you know? I confess to liking
to see people keep within bounds; but
she IS growing so enormously large, she
will soon be al! over everywhere.
- .;~ u l. Ion genre t. SPREAD"
say (, -.-cAlogi3 "who knoWs!"
'She puS me so much in mind OF him
that it was on the tip of my tongue to
ask after him." continues Mrs. Prod
gers.
'1 am very glad it remains on the
tip"
Il wish with all my heart he was
here," says Sylvia, continuing her
monologue and yawniDg. ~ wonder
is there any chancs of it? One
abuses them when one has taem, but
certainly life-travelliug life especially
is very triste without man"
''Do you wish too, Lenore p I ask
walking over to where my Youngest
sister is listlessly lyioy back in the one
armchair that the room affords.
Chow do know?" she answers, in
a toue of weary irritability IL wish
hundred things one half of the day
which [ unwish tho other half. No
ce,talnly do not-not until get ny
looks up again. Jemima" (gaziog
wistfully up at me], show long do you
thiuk it will be before I do?"
"My dear, am prophet p 1 say,
very sadly, strokiog her hair.
"Evidently they thought me very
much gone of, did not they she
asks, with her eyes still fixed oo my
face, and faint hope of contradiction
in her own.
Chow do l know 2" I reply, eva
sively. eff they had thought so, they
would hardly have chosen me to con:
6de i: to-"
"But they did," returns she, gently,
shaking her head. cas- Sylvia says,
one has ones instincts" "a mo-
meut's silence) "Who was it?" she
continues with a melancholy smile;
"Madame du Barri, was not it, who
said that she would rather be dead
than ugly? Pah p with shudder),
"it would be very disagreeable to be
either"
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