The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-01-04

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hossevi'es, shattering. spast il those.
shrill, sereechy voices that God n s
given % French womsn alone, e they,
step oue stoatly 10 their short, heavy.
Iand trim blaek-staf stockiues.
y. aSow 1'havs told JON tie stat. !. q, q
things With nj, !" ~. Fr.derick. With
Z nervous hugh, perhaps you can
guess. what i tho favor / am going to
ask Of you.', g ssAsss
4 z says le Mesurier, giving j.
great start, and looking thoroughly
Epuszlep.. S..
Guess"
Not 1. Perhaps" with 1. brilliant
fash Of intaitioo) 1it is to ask me to be
bet man only that IS no great favor,
and i is rsther premature -is not it p
/, Frederick jumps up suddenly.
II ION are going to make 5 jest.
ne says, With hurt linton. tiou.
Ny good fellow" cries Paul, ener.
getically, laying his hand upon his
shoulder, q give. you my word of HON
orr that 1 know no more than the dead
what you;are driving at. I never was
good At guessing ! never found ont i.
riddle in all my life. l give 1t up.y
est looks At him dist1 ustfully; but,
seeing no mirth, only boundlsss bewild-
erment, in his friends ugly face, he
continues, speaking with difficulty,
looking down, and kicking about some
stray cherrJstones that . former occu-
pant ofthe bench has Loft streved on
the ground - xssE., zzss&ji;,@ztss-
] IT IT 4 DO not know. Why i. is, i am sure.
cannot make OUTPUT you have Ger
tainiy more Influence With Miss Lenore
than any ono elss hal. p, f.
T Have / :" says Paul, shortly, turn,
lug sway bis head. = WET.
Y "She will do for you: what She will
not do for either her sister sr me-,
sa"Wai she!" still more shortly, while
. slight aattered dush rises 10 bis fore
head. ~ really have not discovered
it, z;ss aG} sa5:: .'~Es$s3:-s &*.55
80 And, such being the case," contin-
ues West, with increasing hesitation,
stsmmeriog, aounderipg, and reddening
ever more and more, Il thought that
perhaps you might q; z szss "a
II might sohat ?" asks Paul, still
staring stupidly at his friend. Il
81 thought, !" says West, plung,sg
desperately IN midas res, seeing that
he is not likely to get much help from
his. companions Intelligence, "that you
might perhaps-say something shout
.mesto her-sound her feelings with re-
gard to me, to = certsin extent"
:'a"Il! pssays Paul, turning sharp
round, the mysti6ed expression Of his
face giving place to one Of enormous
establishment: 81! my dear West /
Are you quite cracked 7" i.
"shs would, atssl levents. give you :
hearing" says Frederick, downcast, bat
pertinacious. faf.it 1G.1 5tEsss tisss13s2i
"Would shell cries the other, laugh
ing violently. 1T very much doubt it.
She woald be more likely to bang the
door in my face, and tear ont my few
remaining hairs, and quite right, too. ,"
"lP'esrhaps it is because you saved her
life, pursues West, ruefully, keeping
on his own tack. gs >, .-ts3jssr@.z..y -:
: "Saved her life r. breaks in Paul,
. nov really angry. "'My good fellow,
for Gods sake, do not talk. like > fool,
shatever, you do! To upset :. woman
is, into 9 ditch, and then pull her ont, can
hardly be termed saving her life, 'geven
in these u's days, when ea every little thing i
called BY some big naue." ,5ss,st 70
Silence. The little yellow lie hts
glanoing and flashing up and down
bout'theirs hats and coats: :
b.; t.West,D says Paul, abruptly, rising
from. his seat, thrustiug hisshaods down
to the very bottom Of his pockets, in
his favorite attitude, aud looking full
!, and lk;egenly into bis conpaniou's. down.
least face, "supplose, yen got Miss Le-'
more, what o. earth would yqp ~ Dc e' With
S..s;..... ".1,.ss sA ~ krAs& e0s,
Ing. "What DO you mean e. -
"Cau you fancy that girl :. parsons
wife Z" says L. n ,snrier, beginning to
laugh, while With inner: vision he sees
again that daredevil smile. those lovely
halflowered eyes, that had tindled
such unwilling Gre ia his own cold
veins. edo not be angry with me,
West; I could notstop laughing nov if
you ware o. kill me. I sthinks.I nee
her holding forth Is . mothers meet.
ing,. or teaching ut Suodaysehool !
Poor little wretches i would not shs
cuff them r sa 81
..she i 50 young, !" says Frederick,
deprec atiDgly. q should hope that one
night be abls o ssosld her 2
AoaM her Z" echoes Paul, derisive-
y my dear boz, il would take you
|sally your time. She would comb your
|Gmir with : three-legged stool. 3
aitlk; pause. at' ''sa & as
81 ON to understand, then; ssys
Frederick, trying 70 speak stiff but
with 4 ananioi0n nf tears in hia ynica.