The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-10-22

flower to flower if they could think of
the coming SHOWS. l resolved, like
them, to be happy in the warmth and
gladness Of the to-day.
"How fortunate it is that Mrs.
Hendrick is a married lady" re-
marked Mrs. Margaret, confdentially
to me. "Mr. Herbert could not help
falling in love at once. Sentiment is
so apt to run away with young heads
in the country"
eff you think her so lovab]e, we
ought rather to be sorry that she is
not free, for granted that Herbert
should have a wife, whom could he
find better than one like Mrs. Hend-
| rick %
"You are very sensible there" re-
| turned Mrs. Margaret, meditatively.
II have nearly resolved to adopt Mrs.
Hendrick as my standard for the fu-
| ture Mrs. Eldred, or rather, as the
basis Of my ideal prospective niece,
for Mrs. Hendrick has two or three
little faults
There succeeded a silence, during
| which I pondered whether Mrs. Mar
garet ever included in her ambitious
calculations for my brother any esti,
mate Of the force Of that love which,
wherever it exists between married
persons, as in all other human inter.
course, will hide a multitude Of short
comings. I wondered very much il
Herbert looked forth upon the same
artificial future with the life Of iv.
ing left out. Mrs. Margaret com.
menced talking.
II am believer in family resem.
blances, dear Lettice. Sisters and
cousins are often much alike in es-
sential characteristics. Mrs. Hendrick
pleases me so we'll, I would fain have
you make such inquiries Of her as
courtesy will permit in reference tc
her family, in which we may find
somebody for our Herbert
Mrs. Margaret, thoroughly exhaust.
ed from the gardening and drive of
the morning, always slept two or three
hours after an early dinner, which
time I happily spent with Mrs. Hend.
rick, generally under the maple OF
mulberry trees, with any variety Of
plan our caprice suggested. On the
earliest opportunity-for our vuga'
bond Herbert had habit of taking
us in his way when he strolled of
with his gun or geological hammer.
or his indefinite seven-league boots
| and contrived to stay as long as ]
| did ; and lest he should lack ability
To -,,nlo h;s nrosonca desirahl he al.
ways brought racy new book in his
pocket, and sat reading by our feet
while we knitted and sewed. 1t was
wonderful how quietly and easily we
| got on, just as if we had all been rea]
brother and sisters! AS l was saying
on the earliest opportunity I talked
| with Mrs. Hendrick about her family
| as best I might, and found out some
| thing which seemed tony surprised de-
| lightlike resurrection from the dead
like the opening Of the skies. She was
the friend and cousin-german Of
Robert Harrington, the lost one fo1
whom l prayed unweariedly night
and morning. This discovery boun6
us very closely together. She had
heard somewhat of me from Robert
and knew that I had been greatly
loved. How hung upon her lip:
for that deep-toned cadence! How
compelled my sad heart to the inven
ton of amusing conceits that
might catch the rare beauty of tha
smile again and again!
| But 1 found nothing wherewith t
encourage Mrs. Margaret. There wa
not floating sister or female cousil
among all the Harringtons. | die
not think it worth while to trouble
her with my dead past.
| AS our acquaintance advanced, an(
the weather grew warmer, Herber
| laid aside his pretentious excuses o
sport and science, which had incurred
! the satirical notice of Mrs. Hendrick
and accompanied me in a straightfo1
ward manner whenever I went t.
Branch Cottage. AS soon as Mrs
/ Margaret retired for her siesta foun'
my hempen reticule, in which ther
was always plenty of work, and Hel
bert also, who always stood waiting
j and went with him under the maple
trees till we met Mrs. Hendric
and the little Twigs, who we're alway
expecting us. If it was not too warn
we diversified our encampments be
meath the mulberry-trees by a walk
The Twigs showed us a green, clover
Aecked lane, which led us to an in
closure of woodland, in the midst c
which, at the bottom ofa curved dale
we met our runlet strayed, glidin
along very quietly between mossy
Shiny banks, and beneath the solemn
shadows of thick summer foliage. L
that untrampled retirement we foun'
rich aromatic odors, pale flowers, bril-
liant fungi, and fairy-like ferns and
better still, two low granite boulder
that just supplied our party with res
while we could look over into broac
clear pool which the runlet stopped t
make, and smooth our hair, or defn
the tints and study the design Of tn
pebbled mosaic revealed below.
/ One day, when we were all goin
down the lane, the Twigs being yer