The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-04-18
Still no answer, no attempted de.


''pay you the compliment Of saying
that you are not good liar. You are
not apt at the trade; you bunglc.-
Every day, and fifty times day, your
mouth has said to me- Il like yeu-
you are good tellow-we shall be hap.
py together;' and every day, and fifty
times day, your eyes and every move
ment of your body have said, Il loathe
you. l can hardly bring myself to
speak oiVilly to you"
Sill silence.
"Did it ever occur to you" (taking
her by both slender wrists) "to make
a rough calculation of how many false.
hoods you have told me during the last
month 2"
"Stop p she criee, wrencbing away
her hands from his grasp, which has
more Of the jailor than the lover in it.
"Stop! you are very bitter to me-
very. I can hardly believe that it is
you; but you speak truth. have told
you many, many lies, but at least 1
have told them to myself too. I have
said them over and over again, in the
hope that they would come true at
last"
He smiles dry smile Of utter iucre-
dulity.
"That was very probable"
"You do not believe me? z" she SAYS,
passionately. "Well, 7 take God to
witncss-you will hardly disbelieve me
now-that ever since that day in the
library, when l thrust myself so i'm
modestly Oh you" (she is crimsoner
than any closed daisy's petals at the
words), II have longed aud striven
with all my heart and soul and strength
to-to-cara for you-as-as-you
wish to be cared for"
"Well?"
III have said over and ever to myself
all your good qualities, like lesson. I
have tried" Cher face contracts with an
agony of shame), 'to wrench away all
the love ever had to give from-the
the person who once had it, and give
it to you instead"
"Well 2"
"Some'imcs, when I was away from
you, l thought I had succeeded; but
when you came near me, when you
touched me, good, kind and handsome
as you are"
She stops aorubtly.
eco en-" he says, in hoarse whis-
per. ''Do not let any consideration
for my feelings stop you; it would not
be you if you dld-good and kind and
haodsome as I amp Gronically re-
peating her words.)
"lt was too soon-too soon !" she
cries, clasping her hands in deep ex-
oitemeot, while the large scalding tears
drop hotly over her cheeks. .'Jemima
was r;ght-it was n>'tcently soon. In
the grief and shame Of being so treat
ed, l wonder, Charlie" (smiling pain.
fully) "that you are so anxious to mar
~ a Tilted woman. thought I could
forget all in minute but I cannot
nobody could. If l were to go away
to-day, and throw you over forever, you
could forget me all iu minute.
~ would Try my BEST" he says with
a fierce white smile. "Perhaps it
would be moro correct to say, Il will
IT,! my BEST"
"Do you think do not wish to Tor.
get?" she says, taking his hand Of he,
own accord, while her vet eyes gaze
wistfully upward, into the deep, angry
blue Of his. do you think I remen!
ber on purpose? Does one enjoy no.
sleeping and not eating, and ieiag il
miserable, uneasy pain all day and al
igbt? 2"
| He keeps silence.
*1 am no great priz, at the best o
times," she says, half sobbing. I'M,
sistc:s-alI my pcople-wi!l tell yo'
that but what sort of woman shoul,
!; havc been if could have jumpe,
straight out Of ons mans arm into an
others, quito easily aud comfortably
without feeling any shame ? 1t wa
bad enough to be able TO do it at all
0 Charlie! !! Charlie knowing wha
you did about me, how could you thin
NE worth taking? How could 80
take ne p
"aow could I take you 2" he says
with harsh, low laugh, as unlike tn
jocuud sound Of his usual boyish mirtl
as possible. "Do you know that whc
d man is starving, he Is not particula
as to having whole loaf? lie say
thank you, even for crumbs. | te
you, Lcnore, that morning in ireland
when / got your note, I had as Iittl
hope of ever holding you iu my arm
as my wife, AS l. had Of holding one 0
Gods angels. When I found tina
there was chance of my so holdin!
you, judge whether I was likely It
throw i, away,"
He has put one of bis hands on eacl
Of her shoulders, and stands gain,
stesdfastly at her, with bitter yearn
ing in his eyes.
(TO BE CONTINUED
Prince Henry, son of the Crow,
Prince Of the German Empire, ha