The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-06-10

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learning my admiration for Sir Har-
rvs picture, promised to make me a
little copy Of it, and passed nearly
all his time in the gallery. hardly
ever shooting, or riding with the rid
ing-parties.
1 strolled out one day across the
lawn, and on to the long grass terrace
which runs at the bottom of the
grounds. AT one end of it there is
an old Summer-house, the sides of
which are made, according to tradi-
ton, of an old oaken bedstead in
which Queen Elizabeth slept one
night at Hetherington. This was
very favorite resort of mine, and 1
went in to be alone and think of Guy
and his unkindness and indifference.
1t is not at all nice to speak about
such things; but after the chances I
had refused last season of brilliant es-
Establishments, all for Guy, it was hard
that he didn't seem to care, in spite
ofall the little things which had made
me think that he did care. Idon't
like saying it a bit; but when girl
actually has a coronet laid at her
feet-and a handsome, good-tempered
wearer there, too-it's a pity she
should refuse them because she is
stupid enough to think that some one
else likes her.
I was just beginning to wonder
whether any of the bygone Hethering-
ton women had felt such disagree
able twitching at the corners Of their
mouths without absolutely crying,
when I heard voices near my summer
house. I did not rise, thinking they
would pass by; but instead of that
the speakers seated themselves on a
low, dwarf UNCOVERED wall which
bounded the terrace. One of them
was Guy; and 1 was glad to notice
that he spoke in very melancholy
tone, and seemed unhappy.
Il wish I could pursuade you to
stay, old fellow" said Captain Ay-
mer, who was his companion. "Go-
ing now is like leaving the theatre at
the end of the opening farce, or bolt
ing away from the grand stand after
the preliminary canter. There's the
ball at the Crawfords' on Wednesday,
shooting at the Earl's on Friday, and
next week Hetherington gives a
dance; the hounds meet here, and
there's the county ball, and all sorts
of things"
II must go!' said Guy, firmly.
"Cupid's dart has-you don't like
chaff? All, that's one of the symp-
toms of the complaint. I can't think
why you 60 moping about like ajol-
ly old lunatic. You haven't said
anything to her, have your"
"Not word -; and have tried hard
not to let her guess anything" Guy
answered.
"You don't expect her to propose
to you, do you?' Captain Aymer
asked and I felt sure they must be
talking of me. "Why don't you
speak,"
"Because I am poor beggar with
barely five hundred pounds year,
and she's a girl with something over
two thousand pounds. She, her
people, every one, would think I want
ed her money. No!~I'd rather lose
her altogether than let her think me
mercenary brute. She may marry
Lord Chatteris if she likes; though" "
he said, with sob in his voice, which
brought the tears to omy eyes, II don't
think he'll love her as I do."
Iwiped away two tears, and got
rid, somehow, of great, big, SYM
pathetic sob which threatened to be-
tray my hiding place. I ought, of
course, not to have remained without
letting them know; only I did, and
rising quietly, I looked through the
diamond-shaped woodwork, covered
with ivy, in the direction from which
the voices came. Guy-dear, handsome
Guy was sitting on the low wall,
resting his arms on his knees, looking
at the ground. Captain Ay mer had
chosen a seat where he could lean
back, and was slowly blowing the
smoke from his cigar into the air.
II am not poet, old fellow" con-
tinued the captain. "With the: ex-
ception of a version of How doth the
little busy bee'-which I have reason
to believe is incorrect-andt the chorus
to one or two convivial songs, I only
know four lines of poetry. I came
across them in a book I saw at a
mans rooms once, and they struck me
as being so true that I bought a copy
| of the book and learned them. They
are to the effect that
| "'He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small
Who dare not put it to the touch,
| To win or lose it all.'"
Now, old fellow, it's absurd to sup.
pose that your deserts are small; SO
the only thing left to suppose is that
you fear your fate too much. So, to
pataphrase the poet,
"'Why not put it to the touch3
| Go in and win it all.'"
Guy didn't say anything, only
shook his silly head. As if cared
for money! I loved Guy-I may say
so now-and hated my money if i,
| was to be a barrier between us: a