The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-03-14
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: As she speaks, she sinks upon the
sofa again; her arms fall heavily to her
side; the listlessness Of despair is ex-
pressed in her whole attitude.
'"Fiddlcsticks r replies Scrope,
brusquely. "A man throw girl over
TO whom he is passionately attached,
because she says few TASTY things to
him-more especially (smiling, little
maliciously.) "when she has rather got
into habit Of saying nasty things to
everybody! A very likely tale. No,
no; though you are engaged to Paul,
and l am not, think know him =
little better than you do, STILL"
She shakes her head his words con.
vey neither conviction nor comfort to
her mind.
''Listen y says the young man,
eagerly, sitting down on the sofa be.
side her. "Since I came into this
room you have been unciviler to me
than ever woman was to man before;
once or twice I have felt as if l should
like to kill you, or myself, or both ;
but you said one true thiug-lt is I
that have brought this on you; and 30,
l suppose" (rather ruefully) "the least
l can do is to try and put things
straight again for you; I will 60 and
look for bim-he cannot have gone far
most likely" Qighing "a little deris.
ively) II shall 6nd him in the supper.
room-and I will bring him back to
you, see if I don't"
"Will you ?" she says, with bitter
smile. 'There viii be two to that
bargain ~
Before she can say more he is gone.
The minutes pass: five, ten; she
sits with her eyes riveted on the door,
saying over to herself. "There is no
hope, there is no hope, "but Ill the
while, hope is there. After space,
which the clock announces to be q
quarter Of an hour, but which is
marked on the dial plate Of her heart
as ten years, Scrope re-enters-alone.
~ could not find him anywhere"
he says, advancing with his eyes on the
ground che has gone. For Heavens
sake, keep up (seeing her face change
and quiver convulsively). "Doa't
look 50 miserable! 1t is only the de-
lay of a few hours-it will be all right
tomorrow morning"
"It will neuer be all right again"
she cries, bursting into violent weep
ing aud throwing her head down on
the hard horse.hair bolster of the sofa.
80 Paul! Paul!
The sight Of her misery sets him be-
side himself. He flings- himself on
knees besides,' that Is hanging down
limp and nerveless, and, rashly trust
ing to her absorption, kisses it over
and over again. After all, it is only
white kid that gets the benefit; of his
caresses.
His action rouses her-she sits up
right; the lightning flashes iat him
from her drowned eyes tie hot car
nation scorches up the tears on her
cheeks.
Chow dare you ?" she cries wildly,
tearing Eer hand out Of his grasp. ~
shall always hate my hand for having
been kissed by you-you, who have
brought me to this! If l did not
know that it was useless to ask any ia
vor Of yon, l woull beg you, at least to
relieve me of the sight of you"
He rises to his feet; spasm con.
tracts lis angry, beautiful face,
"Im going, never fear. l begin to
agree with you, that l cannot be a
gentleman, or, 1 should have gone
long ago." After pause; II have
sent for my things from yonr sisters
house. I shall go to London by the
next train"
"Tlank God, at least for thatv she
says, fercely. "The last and only
boon I have to ask of you is, that L
may never set eyes on you again"
He bows
II promise you that you shall not,
unless you send for me -
She laughs ,nsultingly.
"You will wait some time, if you
wait for that"
''Lenore" Qtaking her hand, whcth-
er she will or no, while his eyes
burn, savage and passionate, into hers,
"you will make some one murder you,
somo day. Good-byev
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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