The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-06-20

NO. 49.
father and mother were full of kind
congratulations and inquiries, she
o1o not even mention his late accession
TO fortune; and this panied him more
tnan IL Should have done. He might
have remembered that women in their
hrst youth are the most remorsel,ssly
and yet perhaps the most unconscious.
~ selfish creatures in the world. They
are 50 full Of their Own rights-those
rights OF enjoyment and happiness SC
dear IN the eyes Of youth-that they
are ready to trample down anybody and
everybody who opposes chem. Some
times the whole world seems in league
against them; and, in their vehement
indignation, in thei: determined res.
olution to walk oo to the fowery goal
which shines so plainly before thei.
eyes, they wholly forget that there are
others to be CONSIDERED besides them
selVes-other rights to be regarded
other hearts to be wounded-vther
duties to be fulfilled hey forget that
life is very complex tissue, and that
no one thread can follow its own
course without fatally entangling other
skeins as we'll. As Semple sat back in
the shadow, and answered the questions
Of bis two interlocutors in the quiet
calm voice that rarely betrayed emo
ton, he locked sadly at the tinted face
bent go persistent ly down, and read, as
ii on a printed page, all that was pass
ing in the girls mind. He saw how
she had worked herself into a state of
revolt and injury; he knew how pas.
slonately che vas thinking that her
lite should not be sacrificed to mere
scroples of honor, or, worse yet, to the
mercenary things of which they we're
speaking. "Poor child !" thought the
man who watched all this with his grave
steadfast eyes, "She is regarding
herself as victim, and thinking of me
as her worst enemy. If I only knew
whether it were for her happiness
if [ only kpewv'
While the two old people prosed,
and the fire cracked and the lamp
burned, and Mona's swift needle
cleaned in and out of the scrap of
linen she held, the same battle
went on which had been waged out oD
the hlgh-road under the stars. At last
Sc mple grew weary Of the ceaseless de.
bate which never came nearer to an
end. de rose abruptly, and stood at the
back Of Mona's chair.
Chow busy you are to- night y' he
said. "Don't you think you can
put down your work, aud walk with me
to the gate? The moon is up, and it
is not cold."
She shrauk little, and, if he could
have felt any deeper pain than he had
known already, that slight significant
action would have inflicted it.
"l-think it is co!d," she said.
"1f yon please, I believe I would rather
not"
"Why, semplo, you surely are not
going I" exclaimed Colouel Randolph.
~ have a patient to see," answered
Semple, with the doctors ready ex.
cusc. ~ am sorry, colonel, but 1 must
go. 1 only dropped in for few minu
tes.-And you won't come 2" This to
Mona, with very earnest pleading in
voice and eyes. "Indeed, the night is
lovely, and Jou can wrap up SO that
you will not feel the cold"
"Go, my DEAR" said Mrs. Randolph
who had noticed her daughters unusua
silence, and, with the keen instinct o1
woman, felt that something was wrong
IA little walk will do you good and
you will find my shawl on the halLta
ble."
Thus given no choice, Mona rose re-
luctantly, and followed Semple into the
hall. "Never mind the shawl" she
said, Ignoring ber late assertion abou
tho cold. "This will do." As sh,
spoke, she jerked down the crimso,
scarf which she had worn that after
noon, and which had been carelessl,
thrown over the hat-rack, and wrapped
it around her head. II am ready now,
she went, on, looking at the docto
with her eyes full Of wiIful pe,ulance
"Of course, if I am obliged to go, i
don't matter about my taking cold"
"1t matters great DEAL" 6emple
answered, quietly "and, if you won
wear shawl, I shall be compelled to
leave you behind. But you had bet
ter come, Mona. I could not say so i,
the room yonder, but l have somethin!
Of Importance to tell you
"To tell me ~ repeated Mona, and
10 q moment, guilty conscience mad
her flush crimson. Ill don't know
wba you can have to tell me-" sh'
said hastily, "but l can wear the shaw
if you insist. Give it here.'
| CONCLUDED NEXT wEEK.)
We have repeatedly recommended
the tobacco dip for curing the scab