The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-04-29
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THE BUTT0N,ROSE..
CHAPTER III.

=: QoNcLuDED FROM LAST WEEK. {
The next 4,m morning I slept late.
Fancy had sall night been busy, com:
bining her*ald and new materials in
to many avid shape. After may
aunt had risen at her usual early
hour, l fellinto one of those balmy
morning-n@ps$which make up for
whole night's>unrest. I dreamed still,
but the visions foated by with that
sweet changeful play which soothes
rather than fatigues the brain. The
principal objects were always the
same; but the combination shifted
every instant, as by the turn of q
kaleidoscope. Atlength they arrang-
ed themselves in a lovely miniature
scene in a convex mirror. There
bloomed the little Button-Rose in the
centre, and above it the humming-
bird glanced and murmpred, and now
and then darted his slender bill deep
into the; bosom; Of the. flowers. With.
hands elasped; above this central OBJ
ject, as if. if.exchanging VOWS upon 4 an
altar, stoed, the young human pair.
Of a sudden, old 5Carneliual.Agrippa
was in the room, robed..' in g. black
scholar's-ggowp, over; which biz, snowy.
beard, descended. nearly to, his knees.
Stretching forth long white, wand,
he touched the picture, and, immedi-
ately a wedding procession began to
move out Of the magic crystal, the
figures, as they emerged, assnlnin g the
size of life. First tripped = numerous
train of white-robed little maidens,
scattering flowers; then came m . priest,
in surplice and bands, holding be:
fore him great open service-book !;
after him, the bridal paiF4 attended by
their friends. But by an odd trick
Of fancy, the bridegroom who looked
very stately and happS *appeaped
with, the china MISUNDERSTANDING
the Button-Rose balanced on th Q end
Of his nose! Awakened BY my own
laughter at this comieal sight, Iiopen.
ed my eyes and found Aunt Linny
sitting on the bedside and laughing
with me.
"1should have walked you before,
Katy" said she, "if you had not
seemed to be enjoying yourself SO
much. Come, unfold your dream. I
presume it will save me the trouble
Of oodI:telli telling you the contents ,.of this
wonderful epistle which Ibold il my
hand" ''
s'H'sfrom Cousin Harry Huzza p
cried ], springing up tosnatch it.
!: But she held it'out,'of' N.Y.; reach.
"softly! good Mistress Fortunetel.
ler,": said she. "Read me the letter
without seeing it, and then I shall
know that you can tell the, :, interpre-
tation thereof"
"Of course it's from Cousin Harry.
That's what the humming-bird came
to say last night. As for the con.
tents,-he's not married,-his heart
turns to the sister-friend Of his youth,
he yearns to look into her. lustrous
orbs once mere,-she alone, he finds,
is the completion of his 'lch.' He
hastens across the dark blue; sea
soon will she. behold him at her feet -
"Alas, poor gypsy, thou hast lost
thy silver penny this time. The let,
ter is indeed from Cousin Harry, and
that of itself is one Of life's. wonders,
But it is addressed with all -Propriety
to his venerable uncle /; He arrived
from Europe a month since, and be:
ing now on a tour for, health and
pleasure, proposes to make.eae hasty
call on his relatives and visit tn e-1old
homestead. He bsipgah;s bzide with
him. Now, Kate, be ,stitring =; they
will be here tonight, and We, must
look our ~prettiest." :.,..
"The hateful, prosy mani! I'll moi
do anything to make his visit agree
| able," said I pettishly.
"Why, Kate, what are you conjur
ing up in your foolish little noddle P
"Oh, I supposed an eclairc;ssen.e',
would come round somehow, and. W
should finish the romance in STYLE"
i: "Why, Kate, do you, really wish K