The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-22
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"Mother said We might stay up Il
see uncle Paul-did not she, Bobby ?
replies Tommy triumphantly.
He has just succeeded in tying him
self in true.love knot round Mr.
Scrope's neck 4; his feet are beating ,
playful yet painful tattoo On that younf
ge..'leman's ribs.
"U'c1e Paul, indeed r cried Scrop'
Indignantly. "Who taught you to g,v<
people brevet rank ? I soy, young man
fair play is jewel. Let me get OF
your back, and hammer your ribs a BIZ
now"
"Stay up to see Uncle Paul p echoe.
Bobby, who, not being very rich il
ideas himself draws chiefly on hi
elder br. ther's stock.
"H"w pleased he'll be !" said Scrope
a'shins. ~ think I see the benig
nant smile with which he will greet
you when you run at bis legs aud kick
his shios, as you are 10 the pleasan,
habit Of doing mine."
ale will not mind" ssys Leoore,
feeling 'mpelled to stand up for he,
lovers amiabiIity. IL hate children
myself, as you know-losthe them in
fact. They seem to me to combine al
the worst qualities of both sexes, with
no redeeming points Of their owo-
egotism more than mans, gsrrulity
more than 1qmau's. But always like
u man to be fond IF them there is al.
ways some good about man that is. -
II wish they were No. quite 80 fond
Of me-" says scrope. gro.oiog, a. be
takes Tommy BY the scruff Of the neck,
and deposits him 10 vociferous heap
% tho floor.
"Usels Paul is going to b Asnty
IGNORES 'asbsnd-Morsis s.ys so,' y
(Mesris u the butler,) rsnssks Bobby,
from tho background, with that utter
contempt for the letter i that ono often
notices in little children.
"Quite right, Bobby" aaswsrs L.
no1e, g.yly; "Morris never said . tsusr
word in oil his life."
Scrops makes no comment j.; he only
throws your kings viciously On the t.
bic, snd announces iu sulky voice the
ua.os~erable propoeision that eighty
aud seventy make one hundred and
fifty.
II wish Aunty Leoors's 'usb.nd
would come," says Leoore, l.ughing,
but rather aoxiousIy. II feel a If it
we're getting very late. Jemim., you
can see the clock, what time is itY"
Jemim. starts, drops her book, aud
stretches her y neck.
T>tF,ve minutes past seven,",'y !" =:
"He ought to be here, ought not
he7" says the girl, wistfully, playing i.
queen Of trumps that she had been care.
fully hoardiog for the last tan minutes,
and lo'kiog ipquiriugly across At her
"Perhaps he has thought better Of
it," suggests Sorope in his slow, lazy
way. "Perhaps his pretty cousin has
him to stay and eat his
pluru-pudding with her."
"He has net a pretty eousin," an
Bwers Leuo.e, quickly, and quite una
Ware that >he has double bez;que in
her hand.
"He has though" replied scrope,
careles>ly, looking doubtfuIly over his
cards, to see which he can best spare.
He may have kept it dark, but ho hes.
l saw her last month, when I went
down there for covert-shootiug. She
had on gray cloak down to her heels,
and a lcng poke.b"noet, like a tunnel
but l looked down the tunnel, and saw
a pretty little prim face at the end oi
it."
"Sbe was a Sister Of Mercy, no
doubt"
"Only lay one."
II wish he would come," repeats
poor Lenore feverishly. "Childreo,
run to the window aod listen if you
oao hear the noise of carrisee."
"You must remember it is Christ.
mas Eve," says Jemim., resssur,nRly
"the trains arc often three hours late. -
Everybody drunk, and collision,
imuinently probable" remarks Serope
pleasantly.
Lsnoss 1iaEs down her cards On ths
table, sad, running to the window, dis
appears behicd the heavy rcd curtain,
With the children.
my word, Bobby, is not it rain
ing"
"He is not to get up upon tho vim
dow seat, 70 be Aunty Lenore 7"
"Yes l may; m.yn't II"
"Auaty Lenore, is not hs . naughty
boy ="
"You shall not get up here =; von''
have >ouv
A sound of hustliog-. yah-a howl
Scrope to the rescue.
Unmiudful If her nephews, Lenor<
is standing with her nose Aattsned
against the pane, staring out into the
rough night. The clouds are breaking
and from underneath one heavy black
one, the moon is pushing aud pouring
vet silver it streams on Lenore's ca.
ger face, making it look extra PALE
The children tumble back, over one
another, again into the warm room
in the dark recaaa hehind the curtin