The St. Cloud journal., 1873-07-10

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! into the world-or, perhaps i should
! lssy, when you 60 into the vorld-you
Val ind men enough to tell you this
better than 1 can" ~ '',' : .'s2..'.. 81 =
2 He tone-vhioh was almost harsh
|eook ! me 50 much BY surprise, that for -, .
moment r I could say nothing. Then I
felt hot tears rise into my eyes.
= 'That was not what / meant" I
SAID, hastily. 7''I was not thinking Of
--of other men. What do 1 care for
them? Twas only thinking that, if I
we're pretty, you would like me better" i"
I "God forbid that I should ever like
you better |" he said, quickly, ':for 1
fear-O Beryl, I fear-that I like you
too much already. Child, don't look at
me in that startled fashion. I mean every
word ! say. L love you; God knows,
better than I ever thought to love any
thing on earth again ; but, If you came
to my heart this minute, / should be
miserable M through fear of losing you.
loved another woman once, who was
not half 90 beautiful a. you are, and
she deceived and forsook me. Why
should not you do the same w
His voice, his words, seemed to on.
like kuife to my heart. Il have o.
ready said that I was little more than
an ignorant child ; forgive me, then, il
sinned grievously against all prece.
dents Of courtship. Don't be hopeless
y shocked that I exten ded ny hand.
to him, backed by pair Of wistful
eyes. .ss>.. ~ -
l"Ross," Is.id, simply, Il would nev.
er deceive or forsake yeu." 49,.
'ais only answer was to take me into
his arms. I think Tor a moment he
could scarcely speak-so deeply had
those simple words touched him.. Their
-but my story has nothing. to do with
thewords Of fond folly and tender sweet.
ness which were uttered out on ths
hillside that day. They are buried
long slsce-buried by the rains, and
leaves, and sobbing winds of many sue
eeeding autumns-for the seasons
which come and go in their appointed
course have never brought such a.
hour again to all my dreary life.
The sun was setting when We took
our way homeward. Oh, in what
bright and tender oolors does memory
still paint: that last happy evening
l seem to see yet the glow Of sunse,
clouds frightening the whole land.
scape and reflected in the streams tha,
took their way through purple ravines
and smiling valleys. Even the WIN.
dows Of the old manor we're oil on fire
as if with a brilliant illumination, when
we came in sight Of them. ttIt is in
our honor" Ross said, with smile.
When he said this, We were standing
on a hill overlooking the maner from
the rear. At our feet lay the old
house., with the lazy blue smoke ascend.
ing from its chimneys, and its panes
Of old.fashioned glass blinking redly
in the sunset glow also in full view
were the out.houses, kitchens, aud sta.
bles, while farther back-out of sight
from the manor, but clearly visible to
us-was small cabiu, with an enclos.
ed piece Of ground attached, and 6
rough piazza in front-one Of those es.
tablishments which used to be so com.
moa on every southern plantation
where some old servant had beer
"turned out to grass" after long anl
faithful service.
"That is where old sylvy lives" sale
I to Ross. 'Did you ever see old Syl
w? No? Well, then, you ought tt
see her, for I really believe she is th,
only person in the world who is no
afraid Of Uncle Kendall. I sometime
thick, on the contrary, that he is afrait
Of her-he certainly treats her Will
more consideration than he treats any
body else, and, whenever be is sick, h
| sends for her to nurse him. They 50.
that she used to be his wife's favorit,
maid. Fancy Uncle Kendall ever hay
ing had . wlte!"
"And pray, why not p asked Ross
smiling. "Uncle Kendall was not al
ways an ogre. No doubt he was q
good-looking as-as I am, for example
when he was young. He soas married
I know but he quarreled with bi
wife, and, since her fortune was settled
on1hsrselt, and her temper was IS higl
A. bis own, she refused to 1--we viii
him. They separated, therefore, bu
tho law gave him the control of thei
only child, whom he accordingly kep
until she grew into . girl, when sh
ran away and Joined her mother. AT
ter that, he never saw either of theu
again"
"Aunt Kendall has told me all abou
it." said ], "and I think she was quit
right. 1t l had only had anybody t.
run to, I should have run away lon,
ago. Tell me what became Of he,
Ross. Do you know 7" -~
- "Dead long ago, 1 suppose" answered
Ross, carelessly. IL never made an,