The St. Cloud journal., 1873-07-03

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%~zlI ~. CHAPTER /. ::..;c ri:
As clearly q, if it, were yssterd.y, il
remember that sombre November u, even:
log when Iiast Ross Kendall alrst.,
Tie luxury Of a,fre ID ny sxna room :, v,s
ID extrav,ganos unknown i IN / The olose, ol
ecohomy which governed The: Is domes:
tic arrangemsnts of- Kendall Manor.
Fired therefore, Of my sest 10 i corner
by the sittingroom fre tired of watch:
ing Uncle @Kendall's grave, rugged
face, is be sat with an account. book
open on bis knee, running his bonuy
finger slowly down the column OF fg::
ures, and only acknowledging my pres:
| ence BY ! frown il I made any noise
tired Of seeing Mn: Kendall fnot w,fs,
bdt sistef. .in:law5 z add "a + kousekeep,eer,; pei; }o1
this autocraD nod over her knitting :;
tired of the tall clocks drowsy ticking
il one corner !; tired Of my odd, dog.
cared volume of."The Days Of Bruce j.
and most tired 'ofall.ot myself, I I'd Sc
at last, slipped out Of the room without
eliciting any thing more than : grow]
from ny affeetionate.. guardian, add
bringing : shawl down from my J, chan:
-. raped 1. i .boat "a, .l p,.slp.re.dr b
to q setting out tor xalt; s.. ~. ,,,a
Even yet + seem; TO feel the sharp,
raw air-hden with coming raia-zth.t
rushed over me as I. closed, tue, hal
door, and stood on the broad stone: steps
which led down to the avenue. ~. The
sky was overcast With. lowering masses
Of gray cloud, sending along before
some !,! wind-storm Of the upper air, and
showing not a single rift 10 their sullen
gloom: 7 The brown earth; vas streved
with fallen leaves, while tho .gaun ut,
bare; branches Of: the tall oaks seem ed
pointing like spectral fingers to the
lowering sky. e was, not q particular.
ly cheerful afternoon for outdoor; q.
ereise; but, down the steps ]: went, and
was soon tramping along the avenue es
if intent On an errand Of life and death.
How clearly recall, at this moment,
the peculiar, -puogeut odor ofthe dead
leaves over which trod If I should
i've to count vn fourscore years, l. think
this fragrance Of the. autumn will .al:
ways bring back with strange .vividneas
that gray afternoon rapidly closing into
twilight, the sobbing n.;.erere which
The bare trees seemed to b sighing
over their fallen glory, and the shabby
little figure in s 'much. worn shawl, sx-
ecuting ! movement vesryy liks . i mill.
tary "double.quiok" toward U thte,f fgata.
Fortunately, this g,.ts ~as mot ' vsry
distant, aud I reached II bsiorreit long.
There I paused; and, le.uipg ny head
against the bars, looked 'oas's, wistflllY
through them aeiflI hsda been As Psri,
and the common, beaten, high.road ran.
ming: past, . paradlse. i i. A. x ,lool, Ire
membes that wild dea,re came FoIver
me to lift the hs.zy latea and e. trth
TO-. 70 the BE- freedom = IA which @ lay beyond.
What #: # I J v.s but,e girl-a! + homeless
wsif whom Uncle Kendall fed, and
clothed out Of oharity-the world was
wide, and surely some,oh.re within its
borders I should ind the loving hearts
ana the happy home of which I dream
3D., God knows ny life has not bee n !.
bright one since that time, but some.
thing like the pity which We feel for d
stranger comes over me as Ithink Of the
|Edesolate child who stood there on chat
evening burning with = asfee fever Of
unrest, and pondering liz the vague,
Wild fashioa ;of.youth, whether abe
should not make one desperste effort to
break Tho dull staga.tionE Eof. : life mar.
irov .nd, sordM beyond any power, Of
expression, ss1fas.s4.4 ,,...r,., ~.
had not quite i! decided the question
II the. llli Affirmative, ~. vhen I heard tie
sound Of n h fhorae's hoofs coming Il !
sharp .rot .loag. The road j I ,did %.
even turn my head in Tho direction
whsnos the sonnd came. Some belated
farmer going home, no doubt, or Pei.
haps some one ofthe young gentlemen
who occasionally; rode past 4 Kendall
sons Of the large landowners Ia II.
neighborhood. They were nothing "a
fmeI knew mono Of them. Friend d
associate, adnirer or lover, / had no'
il the world Shielded, therefore, 5,
the sathefing gloom, I kept my posi-
zion only j starting suddenly from u,
sbstraetiou wAsnsths korssnan stop
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