The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-03-07
Goodbye, Sweetheart !"
A TALE IN THREE PARTS.
BIZ RnopA BouaRToN, AUTHOR OF ''RED ~ ROSE Il
SuR," 4ro.
PART II.-NOON:
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER Ill.
WHAT THE AUTHOR SAYS.
1t is afternoon tea-time, and tha
high festival is always held in the hall
Scrope knows that there is no hope o
bezique to-nig ght, and Paul sees that ,
tete'a'tete is unlikely. They have there
fore retired to the smoking-room, and
with their enmity temporarily smother
ed, and their friendship as Temporarily
reborn, are smoking the pipe Of peace
together. Only the three sisters loung.
round the fire in easy.chairs; the fire
in burning, makes the low, quiet noise
that is 6ra's talk.
GLOW I ever shall bring myself t
call him PAUL. I am sure do no
know" says Sylvia, gently moving t,
and fro the hand-screen with which sh,
is shading her face. "If it were
three Or even two-syllabled name
Augustus, or Reginald, or Henry-i
would not sound half so familiar bu
PAUL.! there is something so abrup
and uncompromisiug about it however
[ managed to bring it out at luncheon
I said, paul, will you cut me some
partridge?' Did you hear? He looked
so pleased"
II do not think he heard" say
Jemima, maliciously. ~ always tel
Lenore that he is like DR.. Johnson
deaf while he is eating"
"Oh, but be did, though = reto1t4
Sylvia, quickly, getting rather pink
II knew it by bis face ; one can always
tell by mans face when he is rubbed
the right way"
Jemlma looks across skepticaIly al
Lenore, who smiles lazily back.
"Do you remark that he never calls
mo any thing but Mrs. Prodgers p
continues Sylvia, conplacently ''manJ
man would have taken advantage o1
his situation to "sylvia' me at once.
thick it so particularly gentlemanlikt
of him, and I shall tell him so as soon
as we get on little more easy terms
you might give him hint, Lenore
that be need not be so ocremonious 70,
the future"
II do not think it has any thing te
do with gentlemaulikeness," replie.
Jemima, who has retained all her old
aversion for hearing Mr.. Le Mesuriel
complimented. "He does not remem.
Der your Cristian name."
"1mpossiblep' p cries Sylvia, now
thoroughly nettled. "How can he
help knowing it when he hears Charlie
Scrope calling mo by it fifty times in
the course Of the day? By the by, |
must tell that boy that it will not do for
him to be Christian-naming me before
all those people at the Websters to-
night. Poor follow! he means nc
harm; but I suppose it is one of the
penalties Of being left so early alone in
the world, that one sets peoples
tongues wagging more easily than
others do."
"What trial the WebsteEs are p
says Jemima, grooming. "To dine ou'
on Christmas Day 1t would be hard.
ly greater heathenism to give ball on
Good Friday!"
"And such regiment of US going,
too !" says Lenore, sitting up in he,
chair, and pushing back the restive
hair.pins that her reclining attitude has
displaced. "One, two, three, four, five
like flock of ducks e0add1ing into
the room one after another"
II do not see why We need paddle !'
says Sylvia, with dignity.
II do hate visiting in a patriarehal
manner with all my tribe ~ returns
Lenore, euergeticaily.
Her betrothed is quite of her mind
suavity of manner is never bis forte ;
but he has difficulty in manifestipg
even bis usual amount Of complaisance
when he discovers what his fate is t.
be.
30 Mrs. Prodgers, could not you
lsave Lenore aud me At home1 We
should never be MISSED out of such q
multitude" he says, vaiuly hoping 70,
a reprieve at the last moment. "Ther<
is something so appalling in being
trotted out as two people who are going
to commit matrimony; an engaged
couple are always everybody's legitimate
butt"
81 do not think you need be afrait
of that" says sylvls, speaking with th'
happy mixture Of sisterliness and co