The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-29

look at, in a mans company, letting
him spread his overcoat on the grass
for you to sit upon, and carry your
prayer book to church, and forgetting
to "ay, 'Thank you'-firtlng with
him p
"No-o."
"ls (this last query comes much
less trippiogly and more reluctan ly
from her tongue than tho former one)
lis seeing that man is going to
make fool Of himself about you, and
beng so shametully fond Of admira-
ton as mot to do every thing in your
power to stop him-is that flirting with
him ?"
"Os course it is," replies Paul,
roughly, all his brown face turning
white ln.his deep anger.
''Then :! I did tirt with him "
cries Lcnore, bursting into passion of
penitent tears. and throwing herself in
to her lovers arms, which neither ex-
pect nor arc willing to receive her.
"You did-did you?' says Paul,
cuttingly, not making any attempt to
press her to his heart, or otherwise
car1css her, but on the contrary, en-.
deavorlns to restore her to the per-
pendlcular, which sh, has abandoned
in his favor. "And you can stand
there smiling, and tell me so p
"Not much smiling about it, I
think" replies the girl, rueiully, wip-
ing her eyes; then, more tartly !:
"Wby did you 60 on asking me, if you
did not want to be answered p? OPaul!
-Paul!' catching his hand and
holding it, II am not much of a per-
son long ago I told yon that, and
you would not believe me. All! you
see 1t now but don't-don't be too
hard upon me have not been, like
your sisters, pent all my life 10 good,
steady, stasnant English home, where
"'ver d man dare look over the park.
palngs. All my life I havo been
Bohemian, as l told you almost the first
time that We mct-up aud down the
"'rId, here, there, and everywhere,
and | have always had some man
dangling after me. l did not care
Tor them, Heaven knows, and I dare
say they did not care for me but they
were useful, and pleasant, an d made the
time pass"
"As Scrope no doubt did! I dare
say Cooking very ugly and sardomic,
For a sneer deforms the beautifulless
face much more an unhandsone one]
"that yon did not find the days be-
tween June aud December So endless
as you expected ; perhaps you did not
buy that pop.gun after all ?"
"No, 1 did not,' says Lenore,
her wrath Bursting out into blaze.
Paul, I warn you that you are go
ing the very best way to hinder me
from being sorry for what 1 did
What am l saying? What did I do ?
cared too little about his comings
and goiogs to shut the housc.door in
the face of boy, who had got into a
stupid habit Of staring at me, and who
II own to you-would have loved me
if had let him, without NY running
after him, and prosecuting him in the
way did you'-throwiog herself into
a rustic chair, and sobbing violently at
the rcopening of the old wound causel
BY the reluctant origin of Paul's af-
tectior.
Paul hates a scene with all his
strength. He kneels down beside her,
but even then be is too angry to be
able to bring himself to say any
thing fond. "Good God! Leuore,
stop crying they will hear you in the
drawing-room."
eff I had turned him out of the
house," she says, from the depths of
her pocket.hanikerchief, II should
have met him fifty times day iu the
street,
"Why could not you leave Dinan ?"
"We had taken the lodgings for six
months"
"L more! Every impat;ootly), what
are you going o" crying about? What
more have | said ? It is Eve minutes
to luncheon.time."
"Huodreds and hundreds of times
have told him, honestly what bore |
thought him " continues she, drying
her eyes, tavipg sut cessfully stained
aud d,s6gurcd her face almost past
recognition.
at implies c,nsidera bic amount Of
intimac, with man to be able to tell
hun, to bis face, that you think him
BORE" retorts Paul, dryly.
II s0as intimate with him." replies
Lenore, boldly. "Who says I was
not mot I, certainly. He was kind
and manly and gentIeman-like, which
not one Of the half.dozen broken-down
Irishmen who form the manhood of
Dioan was he was a sort of tame cat
about the house, ard so near my own
age, and altogether"
Paul winces; be himself was verg-
ing on eighteen, full of mans impulses
and thoughts, when this his betrothcd
was born.
"When gave myself to you at
Huelgoat," continues the girl, more
calmly but with profound earoestness
in her swimming eyes, "and you took