The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-18

81 told him that if he did induce
you to marry him, you would make
him rue tho day."
"Thank YOU"
II told him how utterly unsuited
you were for parsons wife,"
'Thank you"
GLOW much more suited to him
your sister was"
''Thank you; tsoo thank youe,' in
deed--one for myself, and one for Je-
NINA"
"He had some fatucus idea in his
head of being able to mould you into
the proper clerical shape but fatter
myself I, at all events, succeeded in
wedding that grotesque notion out of
bis miod."
"1n Short" says Lcnore, turning
sharply upon him a lovely crimson
face, like blowu rose, aud proud eyes
trying to wink away the mortified
tears, sin short, not satisfied with hat
iog me yourself, you have been doing
your best to make one of my few friends
hate me too."
"Well, at all events" retorts he smil-
ing, and recovering his good humor at
the same moment as she loses hers,
''at all events, d1d not succeed; for,
despite all my discussions, you eee, he
still wished to gain you"
The crowd grows thicker. In five
minutes the procession will begin.
Leaning over little balcony above
them, some English ladies' and gentle
men are laughing real English laughs,
unlike the high cascades Of shrill
French laug ghter.
eve shall be hustled to death down
here" says Paul, lifting his hi1h head
to look ever the press. eve onght to
have secured . window, like those
Brit'shers up there. 1t is not two late
now. Let a. ak the candle:woman." !"
The eandle-woman turns from the
diminished heap of her tapers to listen
politely to Paul's slow, laborious Eng
ish.Erench.
"Monsieur and madame desire a
croisee, in order to see the procession :?
Mais out, certainement. If monsieur
aud madame will have the goodness to
follow her, she will conduct them"
So saying, she leads them under an
archway, through an empty workshop,
and up perfectly dark and filthy
fight Of stone stars. The room tt
which they at length attain belongs t
blanchisseuse. 1t is low and poor
but very clean. Neatly.starched cap
are hanging on line across the room
two tidy little beds are in small 1eces'
ses cruci6x hangs over the chimney
piece; and an excruciatiug smell from
the gutter below rises up to their Of
Tended nostrils. The owner of the
apartment, having expressed an OBJ.
l'giog hope that madame will not b.
"trop gence par Todeur," aud, having
placed hassock on the low sill 70,
Leuore to lean her arms upon, leaves
her visitors in peace. Paul stands up
right aud silent, with 40 expression ol
face as il he were trying entirely to re-,
press the faculty Of smell. Lenore lets
her eyes wander round, and gives the
reins to her Imagination.
Surprising that this garret were a
home--hcrs and Paups; supposine
that she spent her life in ironing caps
and hanging them on lines. Suppos
ing that Paul spent his in digging il
the fields, and came back at nigh
to ga'e:te and cider, in broad Breto1
hat and trunk hose. Good Heavens
how uglv he would look She break'
off her suppositions to smile invoun
tarily at the idea.
"What are you smiling at ?" ask
Paul, STOPPING over her, and swallowin,
large mouthful Of 6oquet de gutter q
he speaks.
"Must I tell you, reaNy?" she asks
lifting her tace-every dimrle full {
mischievous laug ghter-to his.
eyes,"
II was thinking, theu-mind, 20
made me tell you-how ugly you woul
look in a aspping felt hat and trun
hose r
"Is that all ?" he answers, carelessl,
II can assuro you that I am nothiu
to what I vas when I was = boy. l
my old regiment We used to .plque on
selves upon being the ugliest corps
the service : We had not decent-lool
ing fellow among US"
Therefs little pause. Everybody
lighting bis or her candle; one or IN
uulucky mortals have broken theirs 0
IN the middle.
"Did you really think 1ishould MARI
Frederick 2" asks Lenore PRESENT.
with abruptness.
Chow could tell p
"But did you think it probable ?"
eff I we're a woman, I do not thin
I should care about undertaking him
he answers, laughing. "But "
might have done worse.''
She looks away, vexed; sbe coul
hardly have said why.
"He is exactly five feet two iuoh'
high," she says, scorntully, drawing u
h, lonr vh;to throat md 1ookino ir