The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-01-28

eyegIass, and remarked, fFIt was q
pity; but still fortunate that I was
not dig6gured at ALL" But Miss Pom
fret and her nephew stayed with me,
and did all they could to amuse me;
she making little well-meaning read.
justments Of the pillows at brief In
tervals: he reading me 'Lenore,"
and uttering well-adjusted phrases rel
ative to the poem, that made me half
afraid to mention it.
Ida was not agreeable when she
came home. The accident was. in
sope nameless way, made to further
me in the family, if I may use such
an expression. She had "enjoyed her
ride immensely" she said, before she
was questioned concerning it,-@enjoy-
ed her ride immensely, as you can only
enjoy a ride when you feelsurenothing
awkward can possibly happen,' she
added, carelessly glancing at ME. No
one encouraged her to remain with
us, SO she soon lounged away, grace
fully holding up her habit with one
hand, the most regal-looking little
amazon fairy I had ever seen.
Of course my ankle was we'll
enough for me to get down stairs and
join the family circle the following
day. Who would not have put pain
aside to be with the Pomfrets on such
high festival as they held at that
eliminating point Of the season,
Christmas Day?
could not 60 to church, but I
was up and dressed, and down in the
drawing-room, ready to receive them
when they returned. Ida looked like
an Angola cat,-lovelier than ever,
in gray Or mauvecolored velvet and
fur. What a beauty that girl was to
be sure! How could any other
woman hope to be looked at beside
her ?
There was large company to din
ner,-a highbern, wealthy company,
who were, to my surprise, to the full
as joyous, *@rollicking," almost as any
Of the Bohemians with whom I had
been wont to associate during my
| brothers life.
After dinner we played at Spanish
Merchant, and Buried Cities, and
then, as something WAS said about
dancing
"Are you fond of it?" Guy Pom.
fret asked me in a low voice, and I
answered, with tears in my eyes,
20 yes; but I can't now," looking
at my ankle.
He did not say a word more to me,
but turned to his kind old aunt.
'Why treat her to more dead-sea
fruits than must be hers in life," he
said "Miss Dunbar is fond Of dancing,
and Puck has contrived to impair her
capability for gratifying that fond
ness"
"Ida has contrived, you mean,"
the old lady replied q only knew
that she said this afterwards): "well,
let us tell stories: you begin"
| So the idea Of dancing was given
up, and storytelling" was made the
order Of what remained of the even
ing.
| Guy Pomfret reserved his contri-
button till the last. Then he told {.
pretty poetical legend, about an old
gorgeously embossed golden vase,
with handles and cover, that had
been in the family for generations.
1t was touching, pretty story in it.
self, and he told it touchingly; SO
much so that I, feeling my foolish
tears would flow If I stayed listening
to his thrilling voice any longer, went
, away by myself to the study.
Presently he followed me. I had
buried myself on a couch, and was
sobbing over the memory his story
had evoked: the memory of my
brilliant, bright, darling brother,
who, two years ago, had told us a
story of a goblet in comic verse.
He soon won me to tell him "what
, was grievlng me-" won me to speak
of my dead brother, and Helen of
our quiet life so soon to be broken up,
+ and my sisters gentle beauty, and
, loving kindness. I even told him OF
, Guys mug.
o "Some DAY or other will tell you
more about that than even you know -
he said, smiling; 'tnow come back to
the others, or Ida will be after u.s."
4 We went back, and found that !
had been missed, really. Both Sir
Guy and Ida asked me, "where !
. had been all this time," almost ca.
e. gerly, and old Miss Rachael nodded
/ and laughed at me, and looked gen.
orally encouraging.
A week or two after this, I wa.
= writing to Helen, and I suppose that
some of the detection I was feeling Oh
e her account made itself manifest il
). my face, for Mr.. Pomfret asked me
D "why I wrote things that made me
q feel miserable" and 1 told him.
"You need not be parted from he1
e unless you both like it." he SAID
}. quickly. 81 have promised to fur
: nish the romance of Guys Mug fo1
d you here it is" Then he went or
to tell me how, short time before
he had gone into money-changers
shop in the Strand, and while he was
l. receiving English silver for hi,