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

put up statue to Oliver Cromwell at
Westminster, to perpetuate the men,
ory of dreadful, murder and horrid
crime! Iknow what would say on
the subject if I we're queen!
But I have lost Uncle Edward.
He has dofed his plumes and gold
and glitter now; but he cannot get
rid Of his soldierlY bearing, and looks
as gallant in his gray shooting-jacket
as he used to do in uniform. He has
a great gray mustache, and just the
smallest shave Of whisker on his cheek.
Of course he is a little different from
the old Hetheringtons, who wore
large wigs and were closely shaven,
but it is the old face; and though his
eyes seem as if they could look through
the wall, they are as kind and gentle
and tender as a child's and are, in
deed, the reflex Of his heart.
If I had been intrusted with the
duty Of issuing invitations, I could
not, on the whole, have made better
selection than Aunt Hetherington's;
but l wasn't satisfied a bit, for there
was one wanting-the scrap of leaven
which would have leavened the whole
party. You gee I couldn't very well
say, Please ask Guy Wrey to come
down, because I shan't be happy un-
less he does,' for it would have seemed
SO excessively bold; and besides, Guy
hadn't said anything, or done any
thing-except it be most provoking.
Let me briefly introduce him. He
was an artist-if he was anything
by profession; but he had written the
most beautiful book, and I liked it so
greatly that I wanted to see him very
much, and when I met him, and he
was introduced tome. I extended my
liking to the author.
Now, ifa man is always leaning
over the rails in the Row at the hour
when a girl takes her morning canter;
if, when gazing from the altitude OF
her box at the opera, she invariably
sees his light-brown head in stall
below; if at picture-galleries, flower
shows, morning concerts, etc., she is
as certain to meet him as she is in the
evening at different houses-he means
something, and meaning something
ought to say it. Of course, if MIR.
Wrey chose to-dear old Guy, I'm
forgetting myself, and continuing the
old strain of thought, which, as may
now admit, so frequently oppressed
me.
Well, the guests invited to Hether-
ington had, with few exceptions ap-
peared. There were a few celebri-
ties, and general background ofwell
dressed young men, with what I
heard Captain Aymer describe as "a
very fair show Of young women :"
but he was not there. Luckily, how
ever, I had'so much to do in acting
as Aunt Hetherington'saide-de-camp,
and going round to neighboring
friends, that I managed to avoid
thinking very much about unpleasant
things.
Certainly croquet is not an exer-
else calculated to induce oblivion.
Some people like it, I suppose, but
personally I hold it in adherence !;
and therefore, when going to spend
an afternoon at Oakleigh House, I
was induced to take mallet, I pre-
pared myself for suffering; feeling
sure that the game, played with a
number of comparative strangers,
would not be sufficiently exciting to
make me forget disagreeable subjects.
"Will you join this set, dear Miss
Hetherington :" gushed Lucy Faulk-
ner. "Is it not delightful to have
such charming weather? I feared my
poor croquet things were all put by
for months!"
t Ibid not catch the name of the
parther:to whom she introduced me,
and bowed, really without looking in
to his face: but directly I caught
sight Of his boots I knew It ,cas Guy,
for l should know the least bit of him
anywhere. You may guess how
quicklyI looked up into his face
then!
"Ka-Miss Hetheringtonr'
"Gu-Mr. Wreyw I said only
jast checking myself in time, for he
was Guy always when I thought of
him, though of course I never called
him SO.
I did not tell him how surprised I
was to see him, because I could not,
for he had saidsomething about going
abroad when last I had seen him in
town; and I did not like to confess,
even to myself, how pleased I was, OF
by how many degrees my satisfaction
| was increased when he presently said
that he had seen Sir Edward, who
had asked him to stay at the Hall,
and that he was coming next week.
fThe whole aspect of theta changed,
fand I was obliged to confess that
had been very unjust to croquet
which was an exceedingly interesting
game. But I was notquite contented
Or pleased, either. Guy was every.
thing that is polite AID kind, but
did not think he was acting quite fair.
" to me; for although he had neve,
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