The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-12-10

g.. DECEMBER & ;: :''|'l[l = 3: !. 10, /
ifiti is, we had better give her the
blue room; I'm sure she'd look lovely.
':'she,s agood EMscopa)ian and1,m
goingsto loye her for that.''',
"But what am L to. love her. fort
I'm not an Episcopalian I'm an out
side heather; what is poor barba-
rian like me, to do p
"Well," said I, "she Is a. blonde. if
that gives you any satisfaction. For
had been too busy before with: my
own reflections, to heed his questions
or totake the pains to answer. Small,
graceful, intelligent-looking, neat in
her dress, and even tasteful"
"And a good Episcopalian !" broke
in he, with merry laugh.
Ididn't mind his banter, for I knew
that he was a. glad to welcome. my
friend as I was; and SO the next day,
we rode off together to the station:
AS we drew near, says Ware, "Deari,
do you see her ?" for the cars were al
ready in. We had had to drive
twelve miles, and were a little behind
hand.
"1'll 60 ahead and be your point
er," he whispered back, as he tripped
off to make a reconnoitre in advance.
As we neared the. door Of the ladies'
room, Ware whispered in low, stage
tone, II suppose that's the hare
we're after, in the corner, burrowing
behind that immense trunk. Yes,
I'm sure, for the trunk is marked W.
on this end. Now, you cover your
game, and I'll be off and see to, the
baggage" entered the, room and
advanced to meet and welcome Miss
EWaddington, who now rushed very
afectionately up to me and embraced
me as if ehe had been = daughter and
i her mother whom she had not: seen
for years. The ice was now broken :;
or rather, there was no ice ab bout it.
In a few moments Ware had re-
turned and was introduced; the, bag,
gage was duly disposed Of, and: in. a
couple Of hours we were all safely at
home at Hazzle Hill House. A hot
tea awaited us, and in few minutes
we all sat down. Miss Washington
acas blonde; ecas graceful ,cas TASTE
ly dressed, and acas, on the renewal Of
our acquaintance, the very pheasant,
digniied, well-informed, warm-heart-
ed girl I had found her during our
short previous acquaintance. The
exact style of her face, the mould of
her features, I had quite forgotten,
and such little items as the color OF
her eyes and the color of. her hair ;
but they all came back to me. But
how she was going to look. buried in
1.-THE depths, Of Wares favorite big
blue easy chair in the blue, ROOM, I
had not" yet had the pleasure of being
able to report to his anxious lordship.
Naturally enough, one of the first
things, when I should have my young
friend fairly at my home,, would be, +
determined to thank her for her
beautiful and acceptable presents at
both the Christmases of which 1 haye
spoken. During the ride home / had
not had a fitting chance: AS tea was
nearly over, I bethought me of mxmap-
ners, and in the sweetest way1 could
command / proceededto express my
gratitude. It.was very sweetly receiy-
ed. No grave doubt at all about the
sweet ways of dear Miss Washington,
thought I to myself, as, tho. young
girl: modestly received my words and
selfdepeciatingly returned: others.
"Just the ones to be- said" thought
I; for I had often, noticed; how
clumsily most persons. received ex.
pressions Of thanks for favors often
as if you hadn't said hall. enough, and
as if they wished you would say some
more, or say what. you had said: all
over again. "A. very. natural, unaf
> fected young lady indeed I went on
in my mind; "and then, she is such
a devoted Episcopalian, - as 1. con.
tinued cataloguing her: qualities. A
momentary lull occurringin the midst
Of the general folding up Of napkins,
I turned the conversation towards. th<
subject now nearest my heart. Nil.
Waddington will be able to help me
much, thought I, in the Sunday
'school; she is such good Episco
|paian.
+ Miss Waddington," I began, "you
teach in Sunday School p This, 1said
las: a halfinterrogatory, halfasser
tion; for, Of course, such q good
Churchwoman, must be teacher.
ooh! yes; I have a class in Sab
bath School. I'm very much devot'
, ed to it; we have our school afte,
preaching"
Sabbath SCHOOL," "After preach
ing" Queer Technology, thought I
for Churchwoman. But I SAID
nothing, and travelled over to music
"Do you play for the Sunday
School7'' laying a somewhat malic
ious emphasis upon the word Sunday
I had tried to shape my: lips TO- say
Sabbath, but they wouldn't shape,
Miss Waddington answered that, she