The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-01-28
Foron mhoantash brow, ~ iov1iand loch,
=: :t@!F Fhnssh sveU Kind q xAashsr,
We rosmed about, unchecked, unchid,

Through Scotland's heather bells.
oFor'the breath of freedoms on the soil
| II: Where villa ths; heather grows;
They hold their own most gallantly
''-' Against the English rose"
They all thanked me graciously,
and said kind things, all save Ida.
She leant back still further on the
couch she occupied ike throne, and
7 said "such things were beyond her !;
it was impossible for her to make IN
effort to be historical, and understand
those allusions to the times Of Wal
lace, she'supposed." She said this to
her cousin Guy, and I did feel very
Igrateful to him for not seeming to
think It witty, and for making her no
| answer. :"
Il I went to 9; bed that night very tired
and very much bewildered, and very
much interested ia them all. It was
50 funny that they should be my own
people, and still So far from me in: all
real interest and sympathy. Even
while I was accusing them Of this in
my heart, I was made to feel myself
]1ah iingratessab;y 1tt Miss Pomfret coming
in to bid'me good night again. ::
The kind, sprightly ol d lady. stir
red the fire to a brighter blaze, and
sat herself down, in IN the armchair op-
posite to it. @'4
81 have come to tell you j.; a little
| about the state of affairs, here, my
dear, sic Began, b y 'tbriskly7:.' Il must
have You know all about III us and d1d' care
|alt about us. In the first place, ]51: u you
must know that it's a cherished plan
of my fathers to see Guy and Ida
married to each other"
rs it ri replied.
''Yes both my brothers are dead.
Ida is the only child of my second
brother Arthur, and Arthur was his
fathers favorite; in the same way
Ida is his favorite grandchild; she
has always lived here he wants her
to be mistress Of the Towers, and as
she can't be unless she marries Guy,
why he wants her to marry Guy, you
see."
"And how do they both like the
plan ?" / asked, beginning to be in:
tensely interested in the romance
which had commenced (for me) just
outside tie raiilwavi; aiili;i station. tt;ti
Miss Pomf6reat; laughed ghil,d / a and i shook
f1hel:head: 7 ,saIda 1ikes It well " enough,
1but Guy is :ins&ciratab1e; the fact is
my dear, I'm not 80 fond n d Of my niece
~ I am IF my my nephew" "r: :
:: what I beauty she isv'' I Iexxc,1aim
ed.
II Eyes, she is ): and she has neve,
= thought of or cared for any one be
| sides: her beauty from the moment
she knew its power. Guys \ grea,
deal too good for her but that i,
not what came in to say: Have yor
! brought your habit with your
Il haven't one," I confessed, will
blushes.
! *Can you ride?''
II used to ride a good deal will
Guy in a rough sort of way whe,
we were out for our autumn, trips.
"Ah, we'll! we'll see about habi
for you; meantime you must wear a,
old skirt. Ida has planned a rid
j for tomorrow, meaning to take Gu,
out by herself; Now Imean you tt
; go too, my, dear" Then the: old lad,
+ patted me on the cheek, and left me
ishing to;thipk well OF what va
so lovely, I tried hard not to see o.
the following day that Ida eithe
grudged me the pleasure Miss Pom
fret had procured for me, or that sh
;dislik.ed my society. She opened be
I, great starry blue eyes when -! Gam
down in the skirt and a half;tigAt
seal7skin 81 jacket. and shrugged be
own welLhabitedc shoulders when . y
walked out to mount our horses, ah,
she saw that very handsome brow,
1 gelding had been prepared for ne
Then she:turpedaway, and Guy Poh
fret put her up on her own beautifu
mare Guinevere, and when she, wa
|; mounted, she (Ida) realized 'Tenny
sons description of that peerless queel
very well. I thought "
"she looked 80 lovely As she swayed
The rein with dainty finger tips,
r. :. "A man had given al other bliss,
. And all his worldly hopes for this
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips"
Then my turn came, and I was ho1
ribly afraid lest I might fail to ris
) like a bird to the saddle as Ida ha
done, and was proportionately7 grate
full to Mr.. Pomfret and Fate when
found myself securely seated withou
having blundered at all:
"Puck is a charming horse, Mis-
Dunbar, but he likes to have his ow
, , way on the turf" MIR. Pomfret sale
as he settled me. :. Then he added
good-naturedly, almost in a whispe
p "Dou'ts tslstshim get his head, rid
lhin on the curb.' ~
: ""Thanks. IN Intend to your d
frection," 1srtfphsd '.aHd' then M
PDmthf'ett modnted his own M r pow,erft =, VERT
! hunter asndo owss' Started. '..:t
r. Though it VA In 2mnidxEint.r, Chi,
/, mas Eve in fac, there was no ctr,isl
1 ness in the air and no frost on Il
: ground. The roads were muddy; Il, IN
/ heavy, and the atmosphere mild an
: humid. We rode slowly for three
nfff ffo,,r 1r';;l miles .lonrs +ho h;oh = -,