The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1873-02-06

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My little boy was born in pleasant
httle vill.g. Of Brittany, close on tb.
ocast, aud during ill tie long Summer
sftsr he came 70 us ve rsm.ined there.
enjoying The plain, simple lit. to the
utnsst: For'tht next two or three years
We wandered hither and thither-nov
in Italy, now in France, and it was not
until i've years after Elesnor's flight
that ve returnsd to England again.
I vas we'll and strong then, and as
Charles was fond Of company, We were
soon plunged into the midst of fashion.
able dissipation, aud by degrees the
constant worrying and anxiety concern
ing my lost one grew le,s wearing
but one day Is Charles and I we're out
driving it all came back to me with
cruel force, for as we rolled along I saw
among the hurrying crowd of pe1e,-
TRANS q tall, slight figure, which made
my heart throb strangely. I caught
Charles's arm, and half rose to nv
v'"Oh, Charles, Charles ~ I cried,
''stop the carriase-speak to her 3!
Don't you see her7"
"Where ?-who ?":1I think a sus.
pioion entered bis head that 1 had sud-
denly become insane !; bat IS I pointed
ont the straight, 1.-the figure, ho answer
ed the question, ip N.Y. veyes.; dts
Nsl,H b. aid briefly ; =a~.it 4. mo-
men, e4nat, !" spd b. isrrahe to the ground
aepad folleSed Aar; while 1 sank b.ok
oB The cushions aud tried to wait pa-
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,Xse, j xae Nllell; for: although her
f.eSi, les lxes hlddep b. : thick, vsil, .her,
'ae es9 p j. nistt.king 81 the t.4 .leal.r 6g-
re, thhs ,~eaderfaleol Of golds. hair,
and ths a5aeefel walk .hieh had been
70 sbaF.rsseAEgi'tis Of her in her girlish
days. Nell certainly, although the
proud head wa' bowed little, and her
movements were slower and more sedate
than ip the old times; and waiting
there, my heart went out to her as it
had never done before, dearly as l had
loved her, for tho heavy black gar.
ments which sho wore told me that q
great grief had come to her. Poor,
naug ghtY Nell! ----> - ~--~-
In an almost incredibly short space
OF time Char les was back again, breath
less but eager and excited.
''Bertie,"' he said, "I was right. She
lives near here. Will you 60 to her
now 2" And then, seeing my answer in,
ny face, be. gave !. direction ;: to the
soeshn.n, and M :. turning into a aide
street, " stopped bstore plain dre.ry-
looking house., which displayed in one
Of the front windows a pl.card announo-
ing "Rooms to rent"
A sour. faced woman opened the door
and greeted US with a threatening
seowl. .'.
| "Yss, Mr,. D.rtl.a," (for. Charles
had inquired for her by that name,)
"Mrs. Darthn did live there-secopd
floor back, but she didn't see any.
body"
"'T.in't no use to ask you up," as
Charles insisted on entering, and then
becoming suddenly civil as he put
gold piece into her hand-"I hope you
are friends of hers, for she's sweet
spoken young thing, and in deal of
trouble
shall never forget the moment that
we stood, halfirresolute, before. the
door Of the "second floor back shall
never forget how my heart bounded as
her voice answering Charles's knock
bads Us "come in.'' -,
Charles opened the door softly, and
for an instant stood looking in. She
was sitting BY the window in the old
attitude, her hands lying IDLY in her
lap, her head turned away from US her
bonnet and mantle were thrown on
chair'iu the old careless fashion, and
her comb: having fallen from her hair,
the bright ripplee and waves tell over
hershoaldsrs aud half.veiled her as
she sat. &a ;sS",. H.. =.
|" One moment I stood there, and then
q she turned her head :l.pguidly, her
! great helaek eyes net mine, and with
ope glad :ory l: ra.hed to her and elasp-
ied hes iamy ssms. ..'Oh, Nsll! .aueA.
u Nell-feund At last !"
I Ahr,the fsst ieoufssioa vas over,
I "a Nhaslss had dhersstly loft Us to.
gethst, ny heart ssak7 ~ I saw how
Fern .sd thin her beautiful face was,
I'D heard tho sharp, hacking cough
which seemed to trouble her 80. "Have
you been i'll 7" I asked, anxiously.
"No-no more than this. I shall
never be we'll again, Bertie, I have not
been we'll sinoe"-ber voice faltered,
and she pressed her hand to her side,
"not since Laurie died-last year"
and then she bowed her poor. tired
head on my shoulder and sobbed like a
"WeaWsrs very happy, Bertie," she
said when she grew calmer. "Laurie
was so,eood, and owe4 loved each other
fso. sOh, Bsstiel tBertiel you don't
fktp9vaAovshardiit was when he died" ]"
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