The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-05-28

but no cared nothing for it beyond
that point, knowing that tho loftiess
trees are the first to be struck by light.
ming, and that tho highest towers fell
with the heaviest crash. He was ,
merchant Of the city Of London, ,-au
honest one, a reputable man on Change
one who had saved something, and
whose name made paper valuable. BE
had one inveterate abomination, -
racecourse.
Heaven knows why he concentrated
all his aversions upon this national 10.
stitution. Hsd be ever been torestalled
with "a Derby fayorite, or had one
which broke q bloodvessel Immediately
before starting had he been legged
by a Welsber, or paid a trainers bill
or been made to ride IN q racing saddle,
or spent .n evening With 4 fashionable
light weight, he might have been for.
given for his insane caprice. But none
of these things had ever happened to
to him. No, it was one Of those obso.
lete faucies which do crop up among
old-fashiouea people still. He had
heard SO much that was bad of it,
such decentralization among the little,
suoh loss Of dignity among the, great,
that he believed the Devil 70 have been
the first bookmaker, aud Epson to have
been the scene Of his earliest exploits.
! !, "Now, my dear Edith; I'm surss We
understand each other," said he, kiss.
ing he: affection.tely eff you'll. order
the carriage at Eve o'clock, I'll come
home early, aud 90 for d drive with you
into the Row." =. r -, : =. +. ... =.
What I said about Edith Maitland,
as regards her personal appearance, is,
I suppose, enough. One cannot be
eternally describing pretty women :;
pleasant as is the amusement, and vari.
GUS as are their charms, there must be
some limitation. I always have a
heroine, and I always make them as
good looking as I can. Edith Matt.
land is no exception to the rule,-in
fact, she 8 the prettiest woman that /
knew. 1t will be gratifying to the 10y
ers of propriety in literature, or to the
admirers Of the French dramatists, the
only true Unitarians. to know that
am not about to infringe upon classic
rules to any great extent. The action
of this little story is comprised in q
week. The day on which the above
conversation took place between Edith
Maitland and her father, was Monday
the twentieth of May last, the day i'm.
mediately preceding the EPSON meet
ing of the current year. London was
quite full, just what it always is upon
such occasions. Not only were The
habitues Of town to be met with every:
where, but lodgings were taken, empty
houses were brushed up, chandelier:
were uncovered, and valuable bits ol
ornamental china slowed away, while
the strangers remained. Longs and
Limmer's, and all hostelries of good re.
pute were filed with both arms of the
service on leave, and legs discretion,
and everv sign Of the great national fete
was to be met with between Charing
Cross and the corner of Albert Gate, at
one time or another of the day.
1t was about half past five O'clock in
the afternoon when four OF five respect.
able types Of the young England school
stood at the corner of the Row, talking
on the all-absorbing topic Of the day.
For 1t must be admitted, that wild ss
is the career of Beales, and great aa
his reputation, not only he, but even
the chairman of the Tailors' Union,
sink into nothing on the eve Of q race
meeting. Why does the leader Of the
House of Commons submit to tie post.
ponement Of some great question, such
as the language Of the lobby, Of the
claims Of a rotten borough, for an
Olympic revel7 Because he can't help
himself. He has taken the sense OF
tho house, aud the nonsense has beaten
him. "Fiat Derbia, ruas celum.";. ..
''6ad business this about the Rake,
bore for his owner" says Tom Hatch:
cit Of tie beavies, a sort Of. Bond
Street soldier whenever he could get
y! -. !. ":"1' .. =. .i:ri -.
Il don's suppose hi; owner cares .
bit about it; he's made himself safe on
Vaub.u," says Captain Snaffles, an au.
thority on all such matters with his
regiment, which is just now al Canterr'-'
bury, with the exception Of himself
aad rather fast coruet, who has go'
his first leave since joining.
IL don't believe he's broken dowr
at all," joins in Speerwell, a lancer. ,.
"Nobody said he had,' repliei
sn.flea, "only = bloodvessel. 1twon'
interfere with his running, I. p.
had q telegram to say he walked rount
bis paddock and ate = quarterp of oat'
as soon he got in, and then rolled il
his box, as comfortably as if nothing
had happened. How do, Charlie p
"Who told you that p says another
"A fresh arrival. "[ believe they'v'
shot him." g. 49,.
"You 60 and lay against him q
Tatterssll s, and you'll find tbey'l
shoot you" >,
"Well, VII ere did you hear il 2"
ri know it's true; Boreas, the fel
low that writes for the Thuuderer, tol'
me"
"Theu I'll be hanged if I believe
word of it: I DON. see why he should