The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-06-03

husky. yellow rearing itself from the base
of Jagged, shapeless leaves; and to every
one WIN entered Mrs. Doylston said, BE
lure you see the aloe. II viii be . hum
bred years, YOU know, before the plant
again.
.sBut / Thought alpes died IS soon as
khey had done blooming" said May
Rogers to Reginald Thurston, as they
stood by the flower. |
i ssTheY door go rum the legend
"Dear me! what ; waste it seems that
) hundred years should 50 to perfect >
thing which is to die IS soon as it is fairly
made!
Helen also was looking 1t the aloe.
She were q white dress that night, I'M
looked more like q snow woman than
ever.
81 can't help plying the aloe went
May" sentimentally. "Of course It
wouldn't blossom 1t all if it knew that
its death must be the consequence
''Better die, perhaps, than never TO
blossom"
ooh! do you think SO! don't! Poor
aloe!"
II feel asi if il was the happiest flower
in the world,'' said Helen, in an abrupt
tone. She turned IS she spoke, and
walked away.
What . singular girl Miss Miles ISL
remarked pretty May. Il never can
make her out 1t all. She is going abroad
for the summer, you know; going next
week"
sis she! So am l."
.Really! Tell me about it."
And the conversation drifted away from
Helen. None the less her strange,sadden
speech had made . disagreeable impress
sion on Reginald. He would not ask the
name Of the ship in which she was to sail,
from 4 disinclination to have it his own.
Nor was Helcn's feelings m Of unmix-
ed joy when, on her third day out, IS she
emerged from the companion way under
escort Of the stewardess, his face WA the
first she saw. Nothing but civilities could
pass, however.
eMiss Miles! I did not know that we
were fellow passengers. Let me place
your chair here out Of the wind"
:Thanks," said Helen, IN her deep
measured voice, hating herself for being
unable to say anthing more apropos than
.sthanks."
"You' d best pin your shawl fast, num-"
advised the stewardess. She tucked Hell
ems feet in, put . rug behind her back,
and having reduced her to the wooden
Ichrysalis which must be . sailors one idea
Of : fashionable lady, went away.
"Have you been sick! Are you going
abroad for long!" So the conversation
went, never getting an inch beyond the
commonplace. Helen might have shone
moro had she not been SO busy thinking
of things which were unsayable. Il Is not
easy affecting interest in weather, when al
the while You are putting inward ques-
tons. uttering secrets past speech. At
sea, however, no one is blamed for 81
lenee. Before long they ceased to talk.
Reginald held : book in his hand, but he
did not read; the width and glory Of the
tossing horison filled his eyes. And
soon he forgot Helen, and into his face
came what Resale LIE Clerc had once
called his spreaehing lock-" . look which
Helen knew we'll.
Rousing suddenly, he caught her eye
fixed upon him with IN intensity that
made him start.
"What Is it I" he asked, Involuntary
81 beg your pardon, I did not speak,
answered Helen, with > fiery blush.
81 beg yours; l must have been hal
asleep" almost IS ~confusedly. He triei
to laugh it of. said something about ses
air and its effects, but the embarrassment
continued. Soon no walked away. Heller
was abjcctly miserable.
How dol looks What did he meant
So her restless thoughts ram. Matters
were not mended by this little episode
Next day Reginald avoided her, and sh,
sat cool and unconcerned to al outwart
Appearances. but wretched at heart.
It is not easy. however, to avoid peopl'
altogether in tho close quarters of
steamship. Every day these two met
bowed, spoke, exchanged necessary civil
ties, or sat near each other in mutua
silence. Once, when they happened t
be in . dim and shaded corner Of tn
moon-lit deck. Helen began to sing. l
was the frst conscious effort she had eve
made to attract the man ske loved, and j
was punished - such efforts often are
Her voice blended s~ingularly with tn
waves and the low shudder Of the sails
s'Come not when l nm dead
To shed thy foolish team upon my grave,
Or vext The qpqaies dust then wooldst not M
Never had she poured such passionat
msaning into the linss- Each note N
charged with disdainful Voc. with ghostl,
tears-if ghosts weep. Reginald coul'
not endure it. At the last, .But tho
70 By - he won't jumping suddenly frol
his chair, and vanishing without . word