The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1873-03-06

ts sound ~ss to b. heard, not . creatu1r', RI
to be sesn: They seemed to be tr.v.
ar.isg = vat a ID !dae.ert Of SNOW. :: Every:
shjne xa" wrapped in i the; same az.
zal''nng a'ngua uniform, ii'o BY which the eye u. d.
g mno,t pa'iioed. The light OF tbs. moon
rejected g \ Ct d from M the Thousand points, 81
snow, snow, sparkling like siver in Its rays.
increased g to 40 inteos'ty which almost
eqpp1allled led the liglt of-day. The tree,
Of tho forest, along which they now
sklrted, stretched out their branches.
enoased in sheaths OF glitteriug erystal
At first, the moon reiened alone in the
deep blae sky but now, small aeeoy
clouds began to appear, every now asd
then o'ewshado~ing her brightness.
PRESENTLY low moaning sound began
to make itself heard, ss if the Wind
we're rising 10 the depths Of the le.fle..
forest. Eric seemed to listen uneasi,y,.
'aod to watch aoxioasly these on,uou.
signs.
| II hope We shall reach Krouenthal
before snow storm sets in," said Carl,
RI have no desire to be buried in .
snow.vrsatb.
I IL do not think it will be hero 90
Isoon," answered bis companion.
though 1 expect We shall have it her,
before long. The sky looks little
brighter again nov. However, l will
drive the horses - fast as they like to
60, =" -. :,
|; 50 saying Eric touched their tanks
slightly With the long l..h Of the .isigb
whip, giving them their hsads At the
same time. The noble. creatures again
bounded forward with Z speed which
promised to outstrip all passurers, susw.
storms included.
"By the way, Erio." said Carl,
breaking the silence after. some time,
"whst became OF your last. spring I'D.
ventors;7 Did you ever SEQ the lady
of the Sistine chapel again 7 And did
you fnd out who she was 2"
| "Yes, and no." s.id Eric. "Yes TO
the question as to whether l ever saw
her again. I saw her three times after
you and saw her that morning, but
never could fiod out who .he was. Or
where she had gone to, and 1 did
not even wish to 6ud out alter a
time."
/ "Not wish to find cut, Eric? l
thought you were madly 10 love With
her, even the 6rst time you saw her"
"Call it love l fe her then, If you
like, Carl; but it is with !. boiler feel
ing think Of her nov, than any earth.
ly passion. 1t seems more to me now,
as if she had been the vision of some
saint or angel. I have her still before
me there; those heavenly blus eyes up.
turned in rapt devotion those twininp
locks ofpure geld desserdipe on, the
falling shonlders! T. Was very glad
when she di.eppe.red from Rome.
Those three visits Of hers to the gallery
that study Of Caoova, .ea'ly drove ue
wild. Day after Jay looked for her
anViously and nearly gave up every.
thing to buot her out; but my bett.'r
angel prevailed: righted myself at
last, and recovered, not only my seren.
ity, but also my communion with the
spirltpal, which is so essential to the
life of an artist who would accom- mplish
snythipg, and which at ono time l
seemed to have almost lost"
"What have you doos with the
sketch you made of her, kneel.ne il
the chapel, with the dark background
of the long aisle behind her. I thoupt
you were going to make. a picturr
from it, and send it to the. exhibit
lon."
''The picture is finished, and have
brought it tor my mothers oratory. l
could not summon up the courage to
send il where it would be stared at by
a hundred Indifferent eyes. I could
not bear to let others have a glimpse Of
a vision which seemed so entirely m,
own. Except you, Carl, no one knows
1 ever saw her ; and doubt much, il
you had not been with me that moro-
ling, whether I should ever have tol
yeu, much as you are to ms.''
Nv H." said Carl, taking the end Of
bis oigar ont of bis mouth, and light
ing another with it, ''if that is not
what is called being in love, I do not
know what it is. What would you
care who knew what imprss>iou ehr
had made on you, if you did not love
her ?" -,
| II do not love hsr, Carl, and I do
not wish to love her,,
! "Not wish to love herl Why, Eric.
lrvhat on earth do you mean r.,
';,Would you have me iud that m,
angel, my vi'ion Of purity aud holi-
oess, was nothing but mere woman,
perhaps osptious one, too enough to
drive ono mad with whims and follies
Of al sorts. Be,ides I never mean, to
BE- 10 love if I Gao help it. But, bark !
| That is that y
| ut is the moaning of the wlud,"
said Carl. mo !" he exclaimed. spring
ing up in bis seat: as a shrill, wild,