The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-01-21
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So it;was settled thst, l. should go
to my relations,I and thsn=such' au;iR;
nominious difficulty Iarosel =. I, had
been in lmeurnipgs lang,s Z th.tp,my
colored dresses were1caH 'thopeeaaly, :,
unalterably old-faahionad, . and ii my
black was: :meeaggre and shabby Even
Helen lIsl shook her head over thisv>ob-
stacle.. Buttiiat last she raid,- u;
"You must 60, and you must look
nice, George; y: will you, agree to
leave it all to me-, and to ask no ques7
tions ?" - J. A''' ,-4'>i -
I began protesting, but she stoppted ttd
me by saying 07ros - =
90" "of course 's yoq viii; why: did, i -
you, when you; have always been the
best girl in the world to mel Before
we 60 any fqlrrtfheF. flr though, ;. what Is It /;
you most want p - Il ''''' ;'''''' }
modsstly mentioned at least q
dozen articles. Amongst Others a
bat. | l could not go. into Tho, ;counu: /
try without 4 hat. = ?,
Helen was jottihg things do, down ID il,
her notebook. "a hat naslttuiLrally.-- :
the travelling-dress shall be one Of
your strong points, George, because
OF first Impressions YOU know nov now
leave it all tome, and when yeu come % II 6
back you shall help to get me ready
for Mrs. Weston -:
was very much puzzled a few
hours after this@by seeing Helen get
out OF a a-cab at the. door, and; wait
while the servant plunged half other
person into the vehicle several times.
emerging after each plunge with "a
parcel. 1 knew that Mrs. Guy had
a horror Of debt. I also: knew that
Mrs. Guy had very little spare money:
But had, been told, to. ask NO, oues,
TONS: so I examined the, contents Of
the parcels in grateful and 5admiring
silence.
BY the 2Sd my wardrobe was quite
ready: True, it wasnot extensive. but
IN eyes it was very perfect. Helen's
taste was too true for one thing to
light with another, whatever. the scale.
There was nothing to find fault with
IN the gray travelling-dress and jack
ct braided with black, and ;: in the
small black hat with a ptarmigan,s
wing in it, in which I went down to
Playford. "Mind you make a good
i'm preston on them" Mrs. Guy said,
when n she kissed me at parting, and I
colo}red all over my face in i, T.: my eir,l.
ish vanity, and felt that it was a. nc not
impossible that I might do so. '''> /
know think plenty of chestnut hair
] and gray eyes pretty on other people,
and my poor mother used to say that
[ had the **real Dunbar 6gure,'' .
which was considered wonderfully
willewy and good, but none of the fair
Dunbars-not even dear Guy, who
was 50 like me-had my terribly
black lashes and eyebrows.
Miss Pomfret had not told me
when the train reached Playford, and
[ had forgotten to look at a railway
bill, and there was no one in the car
riage with whom dared to enter in,
to conversation. My fellow-travellers
all looked good style," but they did
not look ''good natured." Stay! 1
wrong one of them by saying this.
The exception was a fne,. fair, dis.
tinguished-looking young ,man.--one
scarcely saw that he was handsome
at first of about eight or nine = and
twenty: He had jumped into the
carriage Immediately. after me, and
he now sat just opposite to me, with
an opossum rug over his knees, and the
last number of Punch in his hand.
When he had looked through that,
he folded his arms and looked .
through the window, and. I saw. thai
his profile and expression were both
fine and high-bred. ':some young i y,
lord of the manor going. down t.
spend his Christmas at his ancestral
hall" I thought, romantical1y::, And
[ went on to wonder if he would not
be rather desolate in those halls If BE
were not married, and to speecul ates J ! Is
to whether he was neighbor Of Si11
Guy Pomfret's or not? - ":
My speculations on the point deep.
ened in interest, when about four
o'clock we ran into the Playford sta: sta;
tion, and he got out and looked up and
down the platform. A servant in
livery ran up at once, touching his
hat, and respectfully smiling a vel.
come. "Here you are, sir" he. said.
F'Master has sent the stanhope, think.
ing you'd like to drive the Don Al
once"
"That's right, Green," my hand
some fellow-traveller answered, in one
Of those strong, sonorous voices that
seem to. tell Of the within
care they all well at home ?" he ad
ded; and the man replied, 81
Eyes, sir, thank you, sir; all well!'
I:had* been standing looking? od
and listening all this time (itwas>d61hiiPy
a minute or two, but it seemed 4 f0dnt
time to me, since no one came f6fi
ward to make me welcome y butt &
this point I was recalled to l. ssenrIes 8 j
my position by = porter coming = ii uj
and asking .7aa'
"Do you want your box carries
anywhere, miss ~ -.
II think it will be sent for,"' -
stammered out hastily. :, Then a., tn