The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1873-11-13

| uope Snau survive the ordeal,
Jack had time to answer, oarelessly,
and then the door opened.
"Miss Mason" I said, "this is my
nephew, Mr.. Caes-my boy, as you
havemften heard me call him."
Miss Mason bowed IN her ordinary
stately way, Jack came forward a
atep, looked, stopped, eolored, and quite
amazed mo BY tue awkward manner in
(which he acknowledged my introduc.
ton. No one seemed 'tonotics him, how
ever, but me, and in . moment more We
were seated at breakfast, tho blessing
asked, the buttered toast brought in,
and Jenny Brewster ohattering in her
part, provoking little way to Jack, to
the exclusion Of any ono else getting a
word in. =; 1..::< -, -..,. -. :
i; As soon as breakfast was over Miss
Mason got her hat aud shawl, took hen
| roll Of music lid went off to her morn.
Ing duties; Ibasied myself washing the
silver ~ was my old fashioned custom
and Jenny dilly.dallied on one pre-.
tence and another, awaiting, I kew, to
see if Jack would not offer to walk to
sch hool with her. I asked presently,
jnst to tease her -: ,....-.
"What allied you, Jack, when I in.
troduced Miss Mason ?-smitten at first
sight, weren't you?'
A peculiar expression went over
Jacks face:
"No," he answered, "not that pre-.
cisely, but" he hesitated an instant,
II have seen Miss Mason before, and
was rather surprised to see her again,
here"
"You have seen her before 7" I ask.
ed: And then I felt q sudden repug-
nance to discuss the matter further be.
fore Jenny. I couldn't have account.
ed for this repugusnce it went through
my mind that if Jack was really going
to be fond of her, of course he'd tell
everything j.; but, for the time, some
instinct put me on my guard against
admitting her into any co6dences COO.
cering Camilla Mason. I felt like de.
Tending the one against the other. /
turned the subject, saying, rather
sharply, to Jenny, "seems to me you're
goiog to be late to school this morning
aren't you ?"
| When Jenny had finally gooe We
went from the break fast.room to the
garden, and into the Summer-houso
when 1 began taoking little straps
ACROSS the new shoots Of the Michigan
rose which ran over it. He brough,
the morning paper there, and stretched
himself on the seat.
"And where did you ever see Mis-
Mason before ?"
"I saw her last evening""
"Last evening?
EYES," He waited little, az though
reluctant to say more.
"Did you know who it was whe1
you saw her - l asked,
"Certainly not, but she Is one
should not have to. meet more thai
once to remember.
every true"
II will tell you all about it," b
went on, at the end of a moments it
resolution. II jumped off the carr
you know, where they SLOW at th
corners, and man who had sat nea
!, me did the. same I noticed him p,,
ticularly for two or three rsasons-on
Vas that / f.ncied he was following
me, another Was for his evil ego. a
kept a few PAGES behind me a. I st,uc|
F across through Hollis woods, and sud
denly I came face to face with woma,
who was walking toward US. It is I'm
possible that I should be mistaken j,
recognizing Miss Mason as this woman
l noticed even her clothes: she Va
dressed in black, and carried a lon
spray of arbutus buds in her hand
There was something pinched and har'
about the expression of her face, whicl
it did not have this morning. The MAJ
l stopped as she approached, so 1 di,
not see the meeting, but I looked bacl
and saw them walking together, walk
ing slowly back toward the corners"
lit is certainly SINGULAR" I said
"I should think she must have know
you this morning."
"Of course she must-as we'll as
her."
,"Was the man young or old, an
, what sort Of looking man ?"
"Bad." He sat s9ibbliog reaeotivel
: on the margin Of the paper he held
, "What do you know Of Miss Mason 2
be asked.
, "Why," I replied, "the Ortons ,pok
Of her in the highest terms.'' 80.
} "Oh, WE'LL" said Jack, II dare say
? was some rascally dog ofa brother 0
coursin whom she has to help out q
) his scrapes, and she doesn't want
talked about, which is natural enough
But, I 'couldn't accept this version 8
J readily. I felt troubled. "a bad