The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-10-22
Margaret took ten in her room, but

Margaret took tea in her room, but
late in the evening she sent for me.
"Can you explain what I witnessed
Just after dinner ?" inquired she. with
a severity that made me tremble. l
remembered my promise, and stam-
mered, II could if you would give me
time. You will not be displeased
when you know"
Il must be my own judge as to
that. After all your position was
sufficiently significant. Make no ex-
cuse. Rise to your feetl Obedience
is better than fawning. I requested
your presence to let you know that
the stage coach will call at six to-
morrow morning, by which you will
travel to R. haE.day's journey,
and give letter to my old friend,
Mrs. Grant, who will treat you kind
ly until 1 make some farther DISPOSE
ton in your behalf: We will not
protract our interview. You require
every moment to prepare for your
journey. The housekeeper will assist
YOU" Thus, like felon, l was sent
from Mrs. Margaret and Elton Cor
ner. I could only patiently wait the
hour of reconciliation, which knew
must soon come.
will not enlarge upon my tempo
rary residence at R., which can
have no more interest for the reader
than it had for me.
On the third day Of my Punishment
the stage coach drew up at the door,
and Mrs. Margaret, alighting, march
ed with rapid strides into the sitting
room, where I was alone, and clasp
ing me to her heart, wept over me
tears Of joy and filed my ears with
selfaccusations.
When we were more calm, Mrs.
Margaret told me long and minute
story, from which learned that mat
tiers had turned out very much as L
had conjectured they might.
Herbert had taken advantage of
the dear old lady's chagrin to intro
duce Mrs. Hendrick as an element of
reconciliation and safety. After
twenty-four hours suspense, Mrs.
Margaret resolved to be not only sat.
is6ed but delighted.
We went to Elton Corner on the
next morning, where we had q festi-
val of happiness that lasted many
days. Mrs. Margaret sent Herbert to
fit her town residence for the suitable
reception of his bride. When he re-
turned there was quiet wedding at
Elton Corner, the rolling of carriage
wheels, and Mrs. Margaret and I re-
manned to meet the approaching au-
tumn.
can not believe that the world
has wonder more deserving Of ad-
miration than the glorious death Of
summer greenery in its brief acme OF
proud splendor as we see it in our
New England, nor a spectacle more
dispiriting than the sudden fading Of
the lavish diffusion of crimson and
gold into the melancholy hues of crisp
and ruined verdure. had sufficient
leisure to note these changes in the
period that succeeded the festive de-
parture of our friends, and if I had
loved Mrs. Margaret less I should
have been very miserable and desc
late. On pleasant afternoons I used
often to take the old walk to the pool.
AS I sat there one day foolish regrets
subdued my courage. Light breezes
stirred the tree-tops, and the dun
leaves dropped in lazy showers, and 1
thought Of "dead hopes falling" in
like manner. The curled leaves
rustled behind me. How is it that
surprise and joy do not petrify and
kill US? I saw Robert Harrington
as if beheld vision-there was a
chasm of oblivion, and I awoke to be-
hold him reality, older and worn
with hardships, but otherwise un-
changed.
We were not again separated. It
is impossible to describe the beautiful
love of Mrs. Margaret which illumin-
ates our daily life; it is even less easy
to paint the serene happiness of our
winter days and the delight and con-
scious peace of their long evenings,
when Mrs. Margaret forgets to ask
for the accustomed music as she lis
tens during the flying hours to the
wonderful and stirring adventures of
our Ulysses.
TRANSMITTING TREES.