The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-11
PHILOSOPHY.

That 1t must be 80.
" Goodbye, Sweetheart !"
A TALE IN THREE PARTS,
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CHAPTER XI.
WHAT THE AUTHOR SAYS.
Br,g is a good dog, but aoldfast is
a better. Mr.. LeMesurier, however,
sho<s himself incapable Of bcing the
latter; incapable Of keeping to the wise
and rational resolution expressed at the
close Of the last chapter. On the
morning Of the day following that
on which Frederick preferred his re-
quest, Paul might have been seen, walk
ing slowly aud with a bang-dog air, in
the direction of the Pension Leroux.-
He is smoking like chimney; his
eyes are fixed on the ground, and his
hands are buried deeper than ever in
the pockets of bis old gray shooting
jacket.
II would give any one twenty
pounds to stand in my shoes for the
next half hour" he says to himself, as
he drags his feet ono after the other
through tho calf-market, between the
miserable calves, flung down roughly,
with legs tied together, and heads NOV
Jog wistfully from side to side, to lie
for hours together, baking, helpless,
and uupit;ed, in the midday SUM-
Paul need not have gone near the calf
market at all j.; it is quite out of his
way !; but then it takes little longer.
He stands for quarter Of an hour
staring in at the clever little terra-cotta
models of men and beasts, in M. Noel
le Quillec's small shop win1ow, close to
the Porte St. Louis ; but, however, in
geuious two clay pigs, set up on their
hind legs and walking arm IN arm, or a
donkey playing the concertina, may be.
it is impossible to stare at them forever.
"Please God, she is out!' hG says,
piously, turning with sigh through
the shady porte.
But she is not out AS he comes in
sight of the salon window be sees two
arms resting on the sill ; woman in q
bright-blue gown, aud with bright-brown
hair, leaning out. 1t is not Jemima
Jemima is not addicted to gay colcrs
save in the matter of that Connemars
cloak that Providence has sent sailing
down the Rance to St. Malo. The
cherry market is held in the place St.
Louis. Groups of snowy-headed wo
men, With Teat-eared caps, are trudg
ing about tho little square, with huge
baskets of piled-up cherries, shaded by
great cotton umbrellas; little luscious
black cherries, juicy red ones, pale
feshy white-hearts. Lenore is in treaty
for some Of the latter.
"TenezV' sho cries, sending her clea'
English voice, fresh as the voice of
| water. fall or of a blackbird on gree,
April evening, down through the sing
song French screams below, and point
ing with her fors6nger to a tempting
heap. "Combeln :"
"Quat' sous Ia livre," replies wealth
er-beaten little housewife, briskly.
| Tho girls eyes wasder round tn
baskets to see whether any other sales
woman has bigger cherries than thos
under her notice, and, so wandering
they fall upon Paurs upturned face
Instantly she forgets that such fruit a
cherries exists. ~
"Anybody at home ?" asks Pau
shading his face with his hand, an
smiling up.
TT depends upon who anybody is,
she answers, gravely. "It anybod
means Madame Lange, she is out ;
anybody means Jemima, she is ont ;
anybody means me, I am not out"
~ may come'up, then p
"If you are sure tha: you can flo
your way" retorts she, laughing.
He turns, and enters the house. OF
Mdle. Leroux puts her head out fro,
the door of the dining room, where sh
is sitting, mending table, linen, wsgglt
her gray curls and yellow ribbons, an
cries, "Bonjour, monsieur I" cheeril,
"Ob, tor randy.and-sodae!" Sigh
Paul to himself, as he reaches the lane
ing.
Screwing up his fast-ooziog courag'
he marches in. Lenore ha, turne
away from the window to greet him
she looks as if she were piece of th
summer sky, all blue and smiling.
"You must not stay long, she say
. stretching out . ready hand to him
ct is Wednesday, aud on Wednesda
We are obliged to evacuate this salo'
because it is Madame Lange's day f
receiving. Fancy receiving here
! Cooking round contempt ptuously }.