The St. Cloud journal., 1873-06-19

solemn beauty. So set apart did she
seem from all other women, that he
thought how, It the whole world v.s
iost in tho night, he could sts.ishtw.y
ma ner, a. she had found tho roses for
n'm. de took her hand in his.
| Charley sauotered up to tho porch
and smoked . cigar while the lovers
passed slowly down the dusky alleys of
the garden. A night moth tapped it's
vet wings in Kenyoa's face ; the damp
air was heavy with the scent of the
roses she had given him from one of
the ships on the river came broken
snatches Of music which the distance
so:tened into sweetness and sadness.
When they came back to the house
and int the light of the gas, the po.
lltician's sal|ow face, which had warp.
ed lately into a shrewd cunning, gloved
with finer beauty than Miss Demar's.
A word from the woman he loved caus.
ed his legs to tremble like a sensitive
boys; there was fiery impatience in
his eye which reminded Charley of
racer that is stayed within a stride Of
goal.
"lf you get this appointment, you
can marry at once p he said, as he led
Kenyon to bis room.
."Yss. Nothing shall come between
US now"
Charley wrung his hand and bade
him hasty goodnight The next mo.
ment he was back.
~ say, Kenyon, pardon me, but you
never looked into this matter of spirit.
ualism, did you1"
~ No it was always repuguaut
subject to me. But did it never occu,
TO you, old fellow, that your habit ol
hurling new ideas at 4 man was cosfus.
ling7"
II don't know" .bsently. "Repus.
nant7 Now that's just what it is to
mo: But-you don't think it possible
THAT disembodied spirits could manifest
themselves il . room-in any way-by
means Of matter, then Yet there are
some things-thines which those who
are pure, you know, John, have worn
or touched, which seem to me to be
alive with their presence. Yet"
He stopped and turned to the win.
dow, his double chin quivering.
"Well, it's al q puzzle," turning
presently and looking wistfully about
the room. "When l think about the
different lives in men and horses and
vegetables, I get perplexed. BOW can
say, into this matter q soul has gone,
and in that there is none? Why should
not human spirit linger in . house,
for instance, and affect the matter in it,
as it affected the matter in his body
Nov, why not?" again looking about
the chamber with tho same curious
hesitation
II can't toll you Why not. 1 only
know it never does.''
! Kenyon laughed good.humoredly,
impatient as he was to be alone.
"Of course it never does. Bless me,
forgot what bore this must all be to
you. only thought I'd warn you
no matter. It's all trumpery gossip, no
doubt"
And still muttering to himself be
burst out of the room and went stumb.
ling down the stairs Kenyon threw a
quick glance about the room as he
threw off his coat and boots and sat
down BY the window. He had a vague
impression when he came into it that
there was some one in it beside Knapp
and himself. He saw his mistake. II
was a small cheerful chamber, with no
fireplace, its windows opening to the
west. The walls were pale green ; q
weld darned carpet on the floor, and a
half-worn cottage suit of furniture o1
/ the same color ranged against the walls
Just the room ore might look for in
KuaPp's house common. place, oheery
with the stamp Of poverty on ever, par'
Of it. Knapp knocked at the door
that instant and dashed in with fresh
| pitcher Of water, went out with : final
good night, came back to thrust hi
hand into the bed and punch the pill
lows.
| "There. All right. l was afraid
thsy had not put on the new mattress
Good night. God bless you."'
! Kuspp's whole life aud nature, With
| I'll their oheerfuluess, Kenyon thought,
were commonplace the poverty
stamp. For himself-it would be diff.
ferent! Another step, and he would
have turned his back on poverty and
self.denial forever. God, who made
the man, only knew how he loathed
them both ; with what painting, breath
less delight, As he sat there, he looked
into the world he was about to enter,
where love was the first blessing and
money almost its equal; the world to
which he had been climbing since he
was a ragged boy in yonder alley fall
Of luxurious houses, art, music, delicate
viands, rare wines, beautiful women
de!ioately dressed. "There is no res'
son Why she should not consent to az
immediate marriage" he thought.
'My appointment is sure; then 70,
France or Italy. I'll shake the dust
of the country off NV feet forever.''