The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1876-02-17

:. !, 1876.
This little renewal Of 'lover4li Ike
tgood-fellowsh hip'soon came to an end,
and they reached Aitken Park, where
thew were met by Sir James and the
riders, who had distahced them by
taking a short c,1t across country.
81 The girls, ashamed Of their uucon'
genial companion, visibly' sbrank
from her in a way that said but little
for the thoroughness Of their good
fbreeding, if we take good breeding to
be more than the correct pronouncia'
tion Of shibboleth. Edith was open
ly antagonistic, and Maud. seemed to
fear infection in anything like close
association. Only Cora, good-natur'
ed, kind-hearted Cora, the dove and
peacemaker of the company, kept
with her; and Bernard was grateful
and mentally doubled the sum he
would give her on the day Of he'
marriage-wheneyer that might be
As he was naturally obliged to attend
to Edith, who looked to- him as he,
assigned cavalier, while. Sir James,
playing host, singled out Maud a.
the representative lady, Charley and
Cora had Lois between them; and
though both felt her something of a
nuisance, and whispered: cher SAFE
back at: the foot of Helvellyn, both
being good hearted and gentle Of soul
as we'll IS Of birth, treated her with
consideration. and made her as. wei
come as was in the nature Of things
Occasionally, o however,. they all. goi
into: a group together and once they
did SO when they were at the Roman
remains.
How long ago is it since these old
stones were set here, Mr.. Bernard p
asked Lois in 4. rather high,pitehed
key. "Over three hundred years,
reckon ?"
"Lon&er than that by two thous'
and" answered Bernard, who wished
she would not speak.
"And who was it laid them, say
you p she asked again. .
"The Romans answered Sir James.
Lois raised her dark -fringed, starry
eyes.
"Were those the same as St. Paul
wrote to-" she asked with a certain
reverence, almost awe, Of manner.
"The same people, but not the
same individuals,'' said Mr.. James
while Maud flushed for vexation, and
pretty Cora, for all her kind heart,
looked at Charley and giggled, girl.
like.
"You should 60 through a course
Of ancient history, Miss Lancaster =
said Bernard, more disturbed than
he cared to acknowledge. "Did they
not teach you history at school?'
eyes, the Kings. of England" she
answered. :; "but not the Romans, ex.
cert what the Bible says Of them"
"What kind of school could it have
been? What did they teach you p
asked Edith Grattan, who had taken,
she scarcely knew why, the bitterest
dislike to this beautiful but not fas:
cinating young person.
"Needlework, and the Bible morn
ings and evenings, and reading, writ
ing, and ciphering, and such like,
Miss Grattan," said Lois with the
sublime contentment of ignorance.
"And nothing instructive?'
miss symes-Miss symes was ou1
mistress-called that instruction.
said Lois, lifting her lovely eyes.
Miss Grattan smiled with calm dis
dain.
II am afraid that would not pas.
muster with most lady principals.
she said. Modern education is rath
er more complete than that, is it moi
Mr.. Haynes ?" to Bernard.
"Literature is not everything
there is a deeper knowledge which il
more important, and Miss Lancaste,
has that" said Bernard loyalty. 1.-THE
mind is sometimes dumb when the
soul is most eloquent. The sweetest
songs are not those Of most scientific
precision or freighted with the great
est amount Of learning
| 'That is like you Bernard! You,
idealising ignorance now. What q
queer boy you are!'' cried Maud pet
ulantly. eve shall have you next
finding the wrong to be better than
the right" r"
"How soon your people gets put
out" said placid Lois to Bernard
when they were alone for 4 moment
afterwards. MY word, but they are
tetchy!"
"Loisw demonstrated Bernard.
"Well now, Mr.. Bernard, I'm sure
you can't deny it," she continued
"Here's Mrs. Haynes as sour and sad
as Fridays child, and Miss Maud
bites your nose off for next thing to
nothing. I'm glad you're sweeter
tempered" added with timid little
smile and lovely fleetiug blush, as she
lifted up her eyes and looked at him
with an unmistakable look of admira.
ton. And Bernard, meeting that
look, forgave her.
Aitken Park was as famous for ite
picture gallery as for its Roman re
mains; and Sir James was naturally
proud Of q collection of old masters