The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1873-10-09

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OCTOBER" lS73., Il.
goeq I'd, oro3ad samoa odw ,1oibousu
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first and the oosx.;lhoepses. s.l!eq! 3. .SS sthen, lv4
Rss1;saee 9Rt sh!9geh 9t !g.sj1 s,it sJj1otat diA,
'aa sadY dAYF9!.sSp9s t9s aS 6ela hiyys iyys sot iqto
s8paas asen,e4 :thlEgted y 'n!d, 81 by p4 4Dy
sy7 sle7elY isay yiipsd!yug path hd into IT, ths 4qd,
f}sqnng hggalYGfth ga9 III to9k oqr !dhelight
Mgplr hMdpplrsflon 4 as personal IeomPlilmd dnta
1t,Sg Il E'g Al il,If hIfpllF99ith pr9psIty y .r
Is, Xe eaa]Ia s'aI see: u I thought, i must be
stf.ysssly VS. dfshghtfs = * f. !, +
ot dH sqeh 81 xbeaaptiful "a tll hills mist
"a shadox, Violet tones, sol sopg a Of; T birds.
aud Simmer Of foliage; ), But Frank l,
believe, looked at his future i prospects sp
from !. material rrpoiinltt iltt 0o't . view. .Yoaa: q:
see il aint the poetic part Of it which
ptys'I' he +, sid, But he: }: appreciated
i i, nevertheless, for Cecilia came out of
the woods Is. that T morning, !, ,a,ll 'deeled out
with great eonvolvulus leaves, changed
/ +, geold, which Frank had gathered as IS
We y! xe!ntt alone. and given e heEr. T. This
ye.iri;; ~ al the leaves we're turning to such
beautiful oolorss that peeplss sills m remarked
upon, it, and said they never never Re remember.
ed 1.I't'1 suoh ag1oFiog aatqn1;; a,e eyea. the
year when, Frank ca, came, 70, .Doirrlioote, iii
vas not 70 to compare to ~ i. Browns b. a!py? and
ruiSsets and bright, embe, and d. .geold
fleoks, berries, red leaves, lovely blaze
and glitter il the woods: along 'the
lanes and beyond the fields and co2ses, !,
All !, the e. bills were melting With lovely
color 10 10 the clear, warm aii1" autumn un1 air,
.nd The little npat;:,x!ood paths Aa,9 seemed eel
|lfe Al.ddiasI' s wonderful ,;qq l.rs g..rraess.,
where fRFee|iosus stones hung To- 70 the
{ trees: = There w.s;s tvinkle and crisp
Simmer, y, yellow leaves. and golden
Iikpt1 yellow t. hghIt 81 nd; 'and; golden leaves;
RED hsa!xthorp, s.!'tl oonlyol7nlus berries, hol.
y berries beginning to glow, and the
!s'lloe'::berries q :: o. snowy blaokthorn fruit:
J vith ~ their seft gloom ef color, ,vere
over J. and thi. v.s abe the l..t feast Of the
yeea.lr:: On the trees 5the apples hung
red and bright, Il the e ''E pears seemed ready
tqqr drop, from their branches and ,,walls;'
tie ! Wheat 3, vas stacked, the SKY looked
gi! violet behind the yellow ricke. A
81 blaofb|rd lli vas singing like ripple Of
water, somebody said. It seemed sad
to be sad on such morning and in
such world, but as we were walking
along the high:road on our way back
to the farm we passed long, pale, mel.
aanloholy looking man riding a big
horse, with a little, sweet-faoed creature
about sixteen who was oantezing g beside
him. He took off:his hat, the little
girl kissed her hand as they passed,
nodding a gay, triumphant nod, and
then We watched them down the hill
and disappearing at. the end of the
lane. -
II am, quite Glad to see ,, Ella 4. Ash.
ford out riding with hex father again.
said I. ;Ll-.ul1worth, holding tho garden gate
open for us to pass in.
"Mrs. Ashford called here a day. or
two ago with her daughter,''' said .Ce.
ella. "They're going to stay at the
RaveuhiI, she told me-. I thoug ght
Colonel Ashford was gone too. | sup.
pose he has come back"
"Of' course he is," said Frank,
"since we have just seen him with Ella,
and Of: course his wife is away for the
same reasou."
"The child has grown very tbin,"
said H. ;;
"Sbe has difficult temper" said
Cecilia-who once she got an idea into
her soft, silly head, did not easily get
rid oft again. "She is great aux.
iety to poor Mrs. Ashford. She Is
very different, she tells me, from Julia
and tLisette GARNER, her own daugh.
ters.'s ~: c...!-,. ,.:.: @.;.' Z. 7
ri knew them when they were chill.
dren. We used to see d great deal Of
FMrs. Ashford when shee; was first q
widow, and I Went to her second wed.
ding" q "E''''' o:' =: v''> ',':>, ::
We were at Paris one year-teu
years before the time I am writing Of
and Mrs. CARRIER lived over Us, in i
tiny little apartment. She was very
poor and very. grand]y dressed, and she
used to come rustling in to see us.
Rustliug;is hardly the word-she wae
much too graceful and womanly2 d per.
son to rnstle; her long silk gown.
used to ripple and wave and flow away
los she came and went; ,und her beau
i titul eyes, used to fill with tears AZ she
drank her tea and confded her tronb'
les to us? H. never liked: her; but
must confess to avery kindly feel ling
for the poor, gentle, beautiful forlor1
young creature, so passionately Ia;
menting the loss she had sustained il
Major General GARNER. He. had lef
her very badly of, although she wa.
we'll connected, and Lady Jane Pep
percorne, her cousin. had offered be-
and her two little girls home at Ra
venhill, she used to tell Us in her eplor
fmanner,' 1'do not know Why she nev
or avsiled herself Of the offer. Sh,
said once that she would n6t be doiuI
justice to her fpreoious little ones, t.