The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-07-09
THE ROSETTA STONE.


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1t is not at all likely that her moth
srs1es beard Of j., Or would have cared
for i .he hsd, ot that she had, the
least idea that she was stamping her
ehild'a destiny in naming her, BY. it,
name; but she did, and SO gave rise to
apeeulisr little conversation between
Marx ! and Millard Vane, the while
.they' satat breakfast 10 the comfortable,
bachelor establishment Of the former,
and reunited the bonds of brotherly
love somewhat strained by ten years
absence of the latter IN the realms that
lie beneath our feet.
"And now1 suppose you feel ss if
you had seen everything that is worth
seeing on this ridiculous little globe of
ours" said Mark, folding his napkin
with sedulous care, and yet with. q
slight trepidation of manner.
"Hum-well, l: don't know. Do
you wish me to quote Ulysses to the
effect that I have Travelled observant
through foreign climes, and taught me
other tongues; haye seen men. and
things inuumerable, but yet-' /;
"Have not seen Rosetta Stone," III.
terPosed Mark, with q laugh that was
evidently forced.
"The Rosetta Stone, my dear doy u
exclaimed Millsrd, coming briskly
back from the little reminiscent reYeriie
towsrd which he had been tending, and
looking At his brother with consider.
able surprise. 'cThe Rosetta Stone ,has
been for the last year my chief objee,
e. 4&fnjEftsaEa j9ftaEfaa'ffn ffnBseaa e 81 t6&t1g Home hs,
spring was to have lew months more
study Of it,"
"You could have studied to more
advantage here," interrupted Mark
oncs more, with sheepish smile.
,"Nonsense, Marx. Excuse me- old
fellow, but how could I study. The
:Rosatta Stone anv whore 10 we'll as al
the British Museum There are. en-
cravings, to b. sure, and very accurate
pictures"
:, II wish I had one," muttered Mark
"Do you, though? I'm,verya happy
TO hear you. say SO, for I took grea
pains to secure one Of the finest. II
get it for you"
::No, Mill.rd-you Northumberland
but Millard had already. left tn
room, and Mark, with nervous attI
laugh, remained drumming upon th
! table with bis fingers until the retur,
of his brother, who spread before -hiu
an engraving representing an oblonl
black stone upon whose surfac
we're, I. represented .a<.'series Q
ehsraeters :. in ! three =, :separat
groups; differing indeed in their n.
ture. but ~ equally vague and mean
ingless to the bevildered eyes Of Mar
Vane, who, nevertheless, bent low b.
head in pretended scrutiny. -
dts accurate, you may depend 0
that Marx. I took it to the Musepn
aud with = strong neguifyiug gh.
went over: the whole inscription lett<
by letter, line by line, figure by figure
1ts q. good for all practical purposes q
the Stone itself:'''
"It's very curious, I dare say; b.
here's sketch of the Rosetta Ston
which Iprefer to yours, with its: my
terious inscriptions" replied Mark ham
ing to his brother a drawing.
"Why, Marx, this is the portrait Of
woman r.
"That is plain enough; but its n
Rosetta Stone for oil that"
i "Oh, her name is Rosetta Stone.
/ it,"
i "At present, yes ; but I hope
will soon. be changed to Rosetta Vaue
81 congratulate you, Marx. But vi
is the lady7" -: -:
"You remember old Jacob Stone
"What, you don't mean that orabbe
vulgar old man, who swore that :,
robbed hjs pear.tree, and got US:
most unmeritsd aoggiug2 You dol
, 4 mean" ,, i, y 81
!. '~'"I. remember" interpreted Ma
( laughing. olive didn't deserve t
tagging for robbinR tho pear.tree, 5.
richly earned it by our subsequent .
! noyances Of the old fellow, SO We in
fairly cry quits. But Jacob is dead
"And this Rosetta-?"
D. "Is the daughter OF David Sto'
of only son Of our old enemy. Don't y
remember hearing that he had son
- the West p
eyes"
sWell, last year, just after
D jacobs death; his widow sent for
TO come and see her. I went, q
found her in much 'perplexity over
~ letter written by some Wisconsin do