The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-25

II mean that I an going back TO-
ENGLAND the day after tomorrow that
is all"
"Goins" she repests, while . COW.
ardly, treacherous white spread over
cheeks and lips; and her wet hands
drop forgotten into her lap.
"Yes; ; am going," answers Paul,
his vain mans heart all astir at sight |
Of her change Of oountenaace, and his
face gaining I'll the color hers has lost.
"My people, Who have never hitherto
shown much propensity for my society,
have suddenly found that am indis
pensable 70 them"
She turns Der head aside, and looks
away toward the piny hills.
$50 you are going away 2" she says,
almost under her breath. "Well" (forc-
Ing smlte),' con>iderl0g how insuspic.
iously our acquaintance begao, We have
got on very we'll together, havo not
We
"Very WE'LL" answers Paul, empbat,-
calIy.
"We have managed to agree pretty
we'll, although l am not yonr style"
(w,th perceptible account on the last
three words).
"Not my style3 What do you
mean ?" he asks, reddeniug conscious
ly.
"Although you did think it such .
hardship coming on that tca-picnic
with US down the Rance, although you
did look at your watch SO often and
sigh SO heavily! I thought once or
twice" (laughiug little) "that you
would have blown out Frederick'e new
lit fire."
"1s it posslble7" cries Paul, tragi.
caliy; not in tho least struck by the
rid'culousuess of the offence imputed to
him, but rather by the state Of mind 10
himself that such an offence evidenced.
Lenose bends her eyes on the
ground; her fingers, ignorant Of what
they are doing, pluck At the dae blades
Of grass, and dwarf yellow flowers sbou.
her; her figure hes a dropped air Of
languor.
"Thers Va pretty rsdnssa in hsr lip
little ripsr and moro lusty red
Than that mixed In her check; twas just the df.
ferenes
Betwixt the constant rsd aud mingled damask."
eyes, we have got on very we'll" she
says, in tone that is half . whisper
aud half sigh
Paul has risen to his feet, and now
steps across the narrow barrier Of the
brook that parts them, and stands over
her, with hi, hands in his packets, and
strong emotion agitating his plain,
burnt face.
"Lenore," he says, impetuously, "do
net you think that We should get On
very we'll together .lwaysw
If only premeditated proposals came
to pass, every parish-register would be
tho poorer by tvo.thirds of its MARI.
ages. When be ses of this morning
from Morlaix, Paul had % much idea
Of Offering himself to Jemima as to
Lenore only he would not believe it
now if you wera to tell him 90. At bis
words, she springs to her feet, aud .
slight quiver passes ever her features
II think" she says, tryin4 to | ugh.
'that We should quarrel govd deal"
"Leoore." Gays Paul, earnestly, 81
do not know why | am asking you.
You are not 10 the leas. the s,rt of vo-
msn that I ever picture to myself as
my wife, and I have no earthly business
to ask any woman. My face" with q
rather grim laush) ''is my fortune, and
you see what handsome one that is
and yet-aud yet-tell me, Leoore, am
l worth living 10 garret on cold NUT
ton with 7"
She gives him no speech in answer /;
only she stretches out her arms, and
her eyes fash softly through her happy
tears. He must read his answer there.
The beck tinkles at their feet; the
butterflies hover about their heads; the
sun gives them his broad, warm smilo
and three little Bretan girls, going
a bilberying, with tin mugs in tier
hands, stand on . neighboriug slope,
aghast at the manners and customs of
the British. She is lying 10 his arms,
and be is kissing the beautiful lips that
have kissed none but him, that (as be
confidently thinks) will kiss none but
him ever again.
care you sure" asks Lenore, pres
emily, lifting her ruffled head from his
breast, aud smiling through her tears,
"are you sure that you are asking me
for yourself this time I"
"Qaits SURE"
"That it u not 70. Frederick :"
"No."
"Nor fox Mt. Ssrops!"
"No."
care you quite, gut. sure that you
like mo :" she ssks, driving . little
away from him, and reading earnestly
his gray eyes, a if with moro coudlence
in their truth than in that Of his
mouth.
81 am not At all sure Of it," he an
| swers, laughing. "You are not the
sort OF person that any one could like,
but am very sure that l love you, if
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