The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-05-20

u1o W NcACOIue auO. ner fclaLlVo OF
yours under our roof. Let me intro
duce my niece, Miss Ponsonby, and
how do you think your nephew is
looking? Charmingly, I'm sure he
is quite an Apollo Belvedere I tell
him, though he must not be conceit-
ed. No, no." added she, archly,
'<sthat would never do,-would it. Miss
Ponsonby?"
"How do you do, my dear ?" said
that lady, going up to her nephew
and giving him a daub on the cheek
by way Of an embrace, without no.
ticing this speech. "You are sur
prised to see me I dare say"
eyes, indeed" returned Mr.. Gre
vile, who appeared more surprised
than pleased at the unexpected ap-
partition. Il thought you were in
Paris; where have you dropped
from?''
"From Hiltonbury; changed my
mind about Paris and came down
there. Fortunately I found my room,
the only room ! can endure in that
house, unoccupied, so here I am.
Lady Wilmington and the girls were
going over to Hirst, so 1 thought 1
would get them to drop me here, by
the way, and they will pick me up by
and by"
"That was very kind of you," re-
piled Mr.. Greville, sudden access
of affection coming over him when he
found in what company his aunt had
so lately been, "and how are they all
at Hiltonbury?'!'
20, very we'll: Lord Wilmington
doesn't take half enough exercise,
and is getting far too stout in conse-
quence; and Lady Wilmington COM
plains Of headaches; but if people
will eat mushroom sauce what can
they expect "a thing I never touch
myself"
90, how true that isv' cried Mrs.
Beauchamp, lifting up hands and
eyes as calling upon the chandelier to
testify to the genuineness of her opin-
ion. Mushroom sauce not speak of
the danger Of being poisoned by toad
stools, it is dreadful, dreadful thing.
My dear husband used to be so fond
OF it, but I knew it would bring on
apoplexy and gout, so during our
happy wedding tour I said to him,
Charles, promise me you will never
again touch, mushroom sauce He
would not promise at first, but as I
had several sleepless nights in conse-
quence, and never lost sight of the
subject for a moment, he at last did
SO; and I da believe, Miss Ponsonby,
he has never fepented it to this hour"
"Ah p said Miss Ponsonby with a
sniff; then turning to her nephew, she
continued her amiable report of the
family whose hospitality she was en-
joying."
blanche is as great a hoyden as
ever; as to Violet, her family con-
slider her beauty, that is evident,
though should think they get no
one to agree with them, except, per
haps, that idiot, Sir Edward Harring-
ton, who is busy making love to her
it will be match, suppose, and a
suitable one. I never thought Violet
very bright"
Mr.. Greville could scarcely pre-.
serve an unmoved appearance at this
intelligence, in spite Of knowing that
his aunt's sharp eyes were upon him.
rumors having, Of course, reached
her of the marked attention he had
been paying Miss Seymour. How
ever, he said, as carelessly as possible
| 'It would be a suitable match.
| think, for Harrington is capital
fellow, and has lots Of money, whilst
you wont meet with such a girl
every day. Parry is Miss Harrington
at Hiltonbury?"
eyes, she's there too. Now there's
a handsome girl, certainly, if it were
not for her distressingly high color.
If there's thing I cannot endure D
continued Miss Ponsonby, fixing he,
piercing glance upon Isabella's cheeks
more deeply crimson than usual, ow
ing to the inspection she had beer
undergoing, lit is a high color"
Il don't agree with you there re
piled Mr.. Greville, glancing in tn
same direction, and feeling for Ms
Wright's embarrassment. II dom
care for your marble beauties, they
are always SO inanimate."
! Isabella gave him one Of her mos
dangerous glances in reward for this
not lost upon Miss Ponsonby, who
looked sharply from one to the other
two or three times as if to detect al
understanding between them.
my dear Mr.. Greville, how exact
| ly you and the Major agree in you
ideas," chimed in Mrs. Beauchamp
II had in my more youthful days.
not so very long ago." go dear no,
said Mr.. Greville,) } "rather a brill
ant complexion, and my poor dea
papa used to say Il nc I;H the utmos
playfulness and afftc;inli Who d
you think will ever marry such a full
moon? Being child Of peculiarl,
sensitive feelings this sank into m
more deeply, perhaps, than my pap
could possibly have supposed; so il
after years, when Major Beaucham]
came to our neighborhood in Ireland
| or1 II hoo.oo <o ho o1,;1or1< %l>o4 ,,,,