The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-22
bic hands; l am shockingly scolded
about mine."

bic hands; l am shockingly scolded
about mine."
Mr.. LIE Mesurier does not seem very
much interested as to whether bis
hostesss hand is deciphcrable or not;
he walks to the oard-table, aud begins
to fiddle With the deztgue markers.
~ do not know what any one else
thinks" says Jemims, depositiog he,
novel on tho table "but I think tia,
it is quite time to prepare for the ere.,
event of the day.-Mr. Scrope, will you
light my candle1"
They all troop off up the lit stairs
women, children, mao; Lenore and
Paul are lett for the first time alone.
lo moment they are together, stand
ins on the hearth-rug: her face is be.
tween his two cold hands, and he is
Iohi"y dosn 90 it, with an expression
little troubled, perhaps, but as truly,
hea''il, living, as even she could de-
site.
'Leoore, have you been a good girl P"
"PauI, have you been = good man 2"
"M'ddling, for that" (sighing), "but
l thluk | have tried"
Sand | think rave tried to be a
good girl, but am not at all sure th.,
have succeeded"
Sand Scrope?"
"llas he been good mao, do you
mean ! l really cannot say"
"You know I do not mean that
Lenore but what abou, him ?"
"NothiDg about him."
"Do you think h,m a. much of .
child as sou did tha, d.y at ST. MaIo p
"No, l do not th,.k ne Is rather
preoocious."
Soup is apt to make the pose red,
but after long winter journey it is
certainly solacing. It does not matter
whether Paul has red nose or 90, as
he has no beauty to sp Ill nor Owing,
l suppose, to the deeper c'loredoess of
their whole faces) il q red uuse as abs %
iutely fatal to mems loveliuess Is to
"omen's. Sylvia's sherry is good it
is her champagne. Paul does not teel
half so shy, or half 80 cold, as he did
an hour ago. Why should lie be, eth
er, sitting near this kipgly Christuus
lire, that ono sees, without feeling it
oppressively, through the glass screen,
and among oil these kindly, smiling
faces ! Sylvia smiles on principle, be-
cause her teeth arc white and even.
Jemima smiles from habit: in this
world it is politer to smile than to look
grave. Scrope smiles, Because dinner
il involuntarily cheering, even when
ones heart is sick, and angry to the
pitch Of longing to knock anybody
down. And Lenore-neither soup nor
sherry has power to add to her perfect
we'll ll'being. Indeed, she cannot eat
She has had plenty of time to cat and
sleep, and go through all the dull ne.
cessities Of life, during the last void
six months. Leuore is absolutely hap
py! 1t is something to have been able
once to say that; but why do not peo-
pie know when to die? Why does
lie insist on staying on:
Like some poor, ngh-related guest,
That may not rudey be dismissed;
But hath outstayed his welcome while,
And tells the jest without tho smile!"
49, your father has been having the
gout p says the girl, CONSIDERABLY
waiting till her lover has swallowed his
last mou'hful Of soup, and not "starviug
her man," as the Saturday in the long
gtne days when it used to write pleas
ant a t'cles, once happily worded it.
eyes"
"Quite and safely long liuedly, 1 sup
pose?
Paul looks rather shocked he has
not yet had time t. get acclimatized
to IGNORES startling oandors of ex-
preston.
81 hope So"
"Is he very cross?"
"Very."
Scout is apt to sour the sweetest
temper, as no one has better reason to
knew than l." said Sylvia, With y
Sigh, and downward glance At her
dress.
sylv;a's grief has passed out Of the
l'pped aud crossed stage; It has de-.
cliued into the more supportable
phase Of colored silks and white tuck
ers.
"Would he like mo to 20 aud purse
him 2" asks Lsoose, laughing yet ca
gcrly wait,ng, the answer.
II do not know about that" says
Paul, laughing too; "he has already
three lone spirits for his ministers. l
| do not think even he could ind work
for fourth"
| "Three r cries tho girl, growing
pink, with faint suspicion. "Why,
Paul, though you had only too sis.
tors r.
"Suppose I have cousin ?"
Lenore iuvoluotarily glances across At
Scrope he is smiling malevolently,
aud reciting, halt under hie breath:
"Ihave brothers and sisters BY the dozen, Tom !;
But cousin IL . different thing"
Nothing has happened the fire still
la3iates WarmtA from its deep. red