The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-07-25

SHOW dare you frighten this pool
girl p" said the beadle. "How dare
you bully her at this sorrowful time
with threatening to do what you know
you can't do? How dare you be 81
oowardly, bullying, braggadooio Of ar
unmanIy landlord Don't talk to m<
Il won't hear you! III pull you up
sir! If you say another word to th'
young woman. I'll pull you up beior'
the sutherisies of. this metropolita,
parish! I have had my eye on you
and the authorities have had their eye
on you, and tho rector has had his ey,
on you. We don't like the look o
your small shop round thee ornor; W
don't like the look of some cf the Gus
toners who deal at it; we don't like
.disorderly characters and wo don't b,
any manner of means like you. G.
away! Leave the young woman alone
Hold your tongue, or I'll pull you up
If he says another word, OF interferet
with you again, my dear, come ant
tell me and, as sure as he's bullying
unmanly, braggadocio of a landlord, II
pull him up! !"
With these words, the beadle gav'
a loud cough b to clear his throat ant
another thump of his cane on the foo
and so went stridlug out again befor
[ could open my lips to thank him
The landlord slunk back into his room
without word: I was left alone ant
unmolested at last, to strengthen my
self for the hard trial Of my poor loves
funeral tomorrow.
March 18th. It is all over. A weel
ago her head rested On my bosom. L
is laid in the cburchyard now-th
fresh earth lies heavy over her grave
I and my dearest friend, tho sister o
my love, are parted in this world for
ever.
I followed her funeral alone through
the cruel bustling streets. Sally,
thought, might have offered 10 go Will
me ; but she never SO much as cam'
into my room. [ did not like to thinl
badly of her for this, ond am glad
restrained myself-for, when we got in
to the churchyard, among tho two o
three people who were standing by tn
open grave, saw Sally, in her ragge,
grey shawl and ber patched blao'
bonnet. She did not seem to notic
me till the last words Of the servit,
had been read, and the clergyman had
gone away. Then she came up ant
spoke to me:
II couldn't follow along with you,
she said, looking at her ragged shawl
s'for l hav'nt decent suit of clothe
to walk in. I wish I could get veot il
crying for hor, like you; but I can't
all the cryiDe's been drudgcd an.
starved out Of me, long ago. Dom
you think about lighting your FIRE whe1
you get home. III do that, and ge
you drop Of tea to comfort you"
She seemed on the point Of saying
kind word or two more, when seeing
the Boadle coming towards me, sh'
drew back, as If she was afraid Of him
and left the churohyard.
"Here's my subscription towards th'
funeral" said the Beadle, giving m
back his shilling fec. "Don't say any
thing about it, for it mightn't b.
approved OF in business point Of view
if it came to pass peoples ears. LA
the landlord said anything more to you
No, l thought not. He's too polite
man to give me tho trouble of pullin,
him up. Don't stop crying here, ID,
dear. Take the advice of a man ia
miliar with funerals, and go home."
I tried to take his advice but
seemed like deserting Mary to go ava
when all the rest forsook her. I wal,
ed about till the earth was thrown il
and the man had left the place-thcu
returned to the grave. Oh, how mucl
harder it seemed to live than to die
when stood alone, looking at th
heavy piled.up Jumps of clay, an
thinking of what was hidden bcneat]
them
I was driven home by my own de
spairing thoughts. The sight Of Sail,
lighting the fire in my room eased m
heart a little. When she was gone,
took up Roberts letter again to kec
my mind employed on the only subjvt
in the world that has any interest fe
it now. This fresh reading increase
the doubts I had already felt relativ
to his having remained IN America a1
ter writing to me. My grief and fo'
lornness have made a strange alteratio
in my former feelings about his comm
back. I seen to have lost all my pru
deuce and self and to care so lii
tie about his poverty, and so muc
about himself, that the prospect Of h
return is really tthe only oomfortin
thought I have now to support me.
know this is weak in me, and th'
his coming back poor can lead to u
good result for either of us. But h
is the only living being left me to low
audi can't explain it-but I want
cut my arms round his neck and te
him about Mary.
| March 14th. I locked up the en-
Of the cravat in my writing desk. N
change in the dreadful suspicious tn