The St. Cloud journal., 1873-06-12

NO. 48.
y TO know anything of Johns early
life Y'
"No, certainly not. Kenyon, as
you know, if from Carolia. his f.uily
dles out with him. High.blooded.
higb-handed old race, the Keoyons.
I've heard. I've often told John both
his virtues and bis faults where those
OF civilization pushed too far. It's odd,
lsn'tit, MISUNDERSTANDING won't bear
high culture for several generations ?
The physical stock gives out unless iu-
ferior blood is broght in" Knapp be-
gan to stanmer, remembering sudden
Iy that Miss Demar could hardly claim
to belong to her lovers Brahnio caste.
"What could Seth know about him p
be said, burriodly. "Lived all his life
10 that shsnty. Kenyon and met him
accidentally on tho street here, one day,
and John mentioned him as a person
who had done him a Kindness" Miss
Demar stopped At this, coming into the
path before him in ber breathless ca
gerness to hear. "a kindness-where
was 1? What the deuce can this mat.
ter to you, Mary! he said, if I re.
member rightly, something about :the
annuity he paid him, and asked me to
have an oversight of the old fellow,
aud if he were in want, to send him
word"
"Mr. Kenyon is charitable" bitter
ly.
"Why do you use that tone about
him? What possible sinister motive
could he have in his kindness to tho
old man r.
Miss Demar WAS silent. But knapp
noticed the glitter in her half shut eye
and an unusual steadiuess in her; walk.
With all her sense she had 4 temper of
which Charley stood in wholesome awe.
He qaiokeaed his p.oe, and began to
talk With q sudden gust of cheerful
| ness.
"Now I do suppose that Keny on did
not dwell on the subject because it was
matter of charity, and for the same
reason 1 never mentioned it to Seth.
There he goes. Hello, Seth!' p
"You need not call him. I've chang
ed my mind. I'm going into the house."
"God bless me. these women Don't
hurt the old mans feelings, Moll."
Miss Demar turned at that and came
back. She was miserable, and in a
passion that she was miserable. Char.
ley, man'like, only thought how lack
of temper improved her looks. No
doubt Kenyon would think her delicate
face lovely with the hair rumpled
about it, and her dark eyes full OF un-
shed tears. The old s.il-msker, mean.
while, came hobbling up with a broad
smile, carrying a bucket of Goals in
either hand. He was generally watch
ing the garden for Knapp in the even
ing, to ''have q conference On the po-
litical sitooation," in which Seth doled
out the views of his oracle, the Gre
VIEW" Of which he chewed the cud
perpetually.
eve came to find you, Seth. I want
you to raise the best ghost you can out
of the house yonder for this young
lady,"
Seth bowed, but his mouth suddenly
dropped at the corners. "You bent
afeared of sperrits then, Mr.. Knapp p
"Not much. But-what is it Mary ~
Miss Demar drew up her shawl and
stood erect. She, stopping forward,
looking at Seth as her leaned on the
gate, the low light bringing his short
heavy body and square head into bold
relief as if she would have dragged
the secret Of bis life out. He nodded
to her, smiling.
"Miss Demsr were in my house the
other evening, and We discussed differ
ent matters. But not sperrits."
She laughed and said "No," with a
sudden light hearteduess. Now that
she WAS face to face with the old man,
the dread that haunted her appeared
utterly fantastic aud impossible. He
was just A.: home from his day 8
work, and, instead of going to bed as
the other workmen did, had washed
and brushed himself. A scuffed black
suit Of Kuapp's vas stretched over bis
broad, rawboned body, the big wrists
and ankles grinuing bare with . grim
sort Of protest. A thin fringe Of white
hair and whiskers Was brushed with a
soldierly air about his high featured
face, red and rasped with soap, on the
top of which IN old beaver hat of Char.
ley's was set jaurtily. At every turn
the body and brain Of the old man be-
trayed, she fancied, the lifelong, dread
full drainage Of poverty-betrayed it in
nothing so much as in his aping the
habits and gestures Of gentlemen, and
in the pititul swa9ger with which he
wore his begged clothes.
! Add this man she had believed to be
John Kenyon's father.
Until Kapp told it to her few mo-
ments ago, she had never heard this
storypf the family to which Kenyon
belonged. But without it she recog.