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

CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.
In two or three days Mr.. Greville
was we'll enough to be carried into the
drawing-room, where he afterwards
made his appearance daily. He
chafed greatly at first under his en-
forced quiescence, but his naturally
good spirits soon came to his relief,
and he began, as usual, to extract
amusement from everything within
reach. The young ladies contributed
largely in this way, though scarcely,
it must be confessed, in the manner
they themselves supposed. Every
morning he found them in gorgeous
array awaiting him it is to be hoped
they possessed the ornaments of meek
and quiet spirits but in any case
they did not neglect that other adorn-
ing of plating the hair, and putting
on Of apparel.
Isabella had soul for art, and
was always found bending over a
sketch. There was little variety in
her subjects. A ruined castle con-
structed on Tower of Pisa principles,
few colossal cabbages in the fore
ground, supposed to be trees, and a
very cloudy sky, generally made up
the picture. Marianne, on the con-
trary, usually had some abstruse vol
ume before her, and was crammed up
on one point whereon she enlarged,
and gave forth her views for Mr..
Greville's benefit and secret amuse-
ment, rejoicing greatly that 1sabella's
inferior capacities entirely prevented
her taking part in the conversation !;
and mind, so she flattered herself,
had decided triumph over matter
on those occasions.
But Isabella by no means agreed
with her; she was quite aware that
she was handsome, and felt sure that
Mr.. Greville thought her dark eyes
preferable to her cousins platitudes,
and she was right /; though, indeed,
he was extremely Indifferent to both.
1t is pity poor DIR. Smith was not
then aware Of this fact, as it might
have saved him some uneasy
thought and it is certain that he
was treated with much greater cool
ness at this time by Miss Wright
than in the days before the accident.
Many friends, Of course, came to visit
Mr.. Greville, rejoicing the soul Of
Mrs. Beauchamp, who generally con-
trived to see them either on their ar
rival or departure, and Aattered her
self that her e,atree into the best socie.
ty in the county was fairly achieved.
Amongst others, Sir John Tremlett
the rich rector of a neighboring parish
came very often, and Marianne's read.
ing at once took the direction of
works in the Essay and Review
line, from which she extracted many
startling theories calculated to upset
an ecclesiastic Of weak nerves. An
other reverend gentleman also shared
in this privilege, Mr.. Jenkins, 6
young curate, tutor to Lady Gasco'
igne's eldest boy, who brought books
and messages almost daily from Lady
Gascoigne to her brother. Mr.. Jen
kins was good-natured little man
with rosy cheeks and round eyes, tax
ing a serene and comfortable view O.
things in general. Nor, curates being
but mortal men, was he above specu
lating, when he found that Marianne
came from Leeds, as to whether any
Of the wealth of ofthataf1uent city Glove
to her or not?
One morning Mrs. Beauchamp en-
tered the drawing-room where the US
ual party were seated, ushering in (
little withered old maid dressed in al
immense mushroom hat, linen dres
very much tucked up over a darl
petticoat, and boys handkerchie
carelessly knotted, boys fashion, roun'
her neck. Untidy in every other re
spect, her boots and gloves were fault
less, but then her hands and feet wer
faultless too. This lady was Mis-
Ponsonby, an aunt of Frederick Gre
ville's, and, unlike her species gene,
ally, whatever an ill-natured worl,
may say, as cross-grained and disa
greeable an elderly maiden as coul
we'll be met with anywhere. It reall
appeared to be the object and pleas
ure of her life to make every one sh
fell in with feel uncomfortable, an
she succeeded, as people will who ar
persevering in any line whatsoever.
"Here, my dear Mr.. Greville,
your aunt, Miss Ponsonby, come
see you." said Mrs. Beaucham,