The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-06-13

"Very likely it is broken off," she
says, ray Of pleasure lighting up her
face. ~ never told you so before
but between oursolves-I do not think
he was very eager about it. No
doubt it is broken off,"
mo doubt"
She has taken lis hand, and is styok-
ing it with sort Of patronizing cares
| singness.
"Kind, good, patient Charlie I" she
says softly. "Whose errands will you
run on-when I am gone ?"
No answer.
Il have one more errand to send you
on" she continues, with feeble eager
ness: "longer, disagreeabler, more diff:
ticult, than any Of the others. Will
you run on it, too 2"
20 beloved, try me !"
F'There is at least one advantage in
being in dying state," she says, BY
and-by, gravely and solemnly -; Gas long
as was we!! T could not send for him
could not move finger to bring him
all the advances must have come
from bin. But now-a,ow-I may
send for whom I please, and no one
will call mo uumaidonly, will they?"
"No one" he answers steadily
though his face is drawn with the pain
of finding that still, in those last hours,
he is second, always second. She is
looking earnestly at him her large
grey eyes-uuuaturally = ,unbecommingly
large now-are reading his countenance
like an open book.
''1t hurts you," she says, calmly;
"well, 1 have always hurt you. I sup
pose you like it, or you would not have
stayed with We, but would have gone,
as Paul did. Well, have I made you
understand? :? l wish to send for him"
| For second he turns away his head,
and gathers his strength together; then
he says, kindly and gently:
"Do you wish me to write or tele-
graph ?"
II wish NEITHER" she answers, with
a little impatieocc; "do you think that
is my errand ? That would not be a
very hard one, just to walk down to the
postoffice l might charge even Sylvia
With that. Listen of course yon
need not do it unless you wish of
cou,se I cannot male you. I wish to
make sure. I wish you to go aud fetch
him."
Ae gives an involuntary start of Ut
ter pain and anguish.
"Aud leave you, 0 my darling 2"
"And leave me-" she echoes, pettish-
ly, what good do you DO me ? What
good does any one do mo? Can you
give me breath or sleep!'
He rises and walks to the window
The evening draws on, and the thunder
is dumb. he looks out on the great
mountains lilac while the sun is SET
ting, gray when he is sone-the noun
tains whose playfello:s swift snow
storms are, and about whose necks the
clouds vreathe their wet, white arms ;
looks at the deep torrent courses that
furrow their SIDES, and at the ght.
dark pines, which the winter strips not
and to whom lavish Spring, with hel
geutian-wreath, and her lap full Of
aowered grasses, brings no embellish-
ment; looks at them all, without seeing
them. Then he comes back to the
couch.sidc, and says
II will Co."
'You think he Vill not csme 2" she
says, looking wistfully at him ~ see
, it 10 your face, but I know better; il
] you had seen him at Bcrgup, yor
would have thought differently. Ye'
with little, shining smile), "be viii
. come p
"There is no doubt of it," he re-
plies, quietly.
Given if be is married he will come.'
she says, still smiling "his wife viii
spare him for those few days, and if sh'
hesitates, you may tell her that, what
ever I Was once, I am not person te
be jealous Of now"
Silence.
"You will set off tomorrow morning
early," she says faverishly. II an
afraid it is too late to-day. You know
- his address ? Oh, yes, Of course; yo'
have been there p
EYES,"
" "And you will certainly bring him
certatny ?'
eyes,"
She closes her eyes with long sig
of relief. She lies so still that he
. uncertain whether she sleep but, afte
% % a time, she opens them again.
4 "You wonder why wish so much t
y see him again." she says, slowly, "whe
be does not wish to see me you thinl
= it is loue. No, it is not. When on
10 is sick as l am, one is past love; onl
~ all the night through his face ve:res mt
I am worried with it; it never leave
me; l. torment myself trying to reca
every line of it. l see m,ust whether
= have remembered it right it has bee
with me every moment in this world
must take it, distinct aud clear, wit
me into the next"
"a CHAPTER xiii.
"Lilies for bridal bed;