The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1876-03-02
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CHAPTER v.
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80 LIKE TO LIKE. :.
If Bernard was to fulfil his moth:
ers prophecy and live to 'thxnk" he2f
for preventing 'his ruin, tint III llne e
was evidently not IT Iris j. ppiat4sent pa4
date: " If be was "viewy'''!. and d H.
practicable, because young an1d 10! :
mantle, he was neither 6eklei nor din-:
loving and affection Tor Lois waslas
sincere as his dream Of the future
they might have made together; had
but a friendly hte permitted; was in:
possible. Her virtues were Of /
kind especially delightful to him il il
his present phase of thought they
were virtues which upheld his ideal Of
fraternai equality and made ii IT. i; se eemi va
reasonable as we'll as good; while
they deepened' his revolt against
caste distinctions and the vices Of his
own order whereby such an angel a.
Lois Lancaster was excluded =and
abased:: Hence he had wished to
make her his wife almost a much for
moral reasons as for personal ;hHfg,
and drew as much comfort from his
reverence as Joy from his love.
When, therefore, she left in this.
abrupt way, almost at an hours mo-
tice, declining to give any satisfadto:
~ explanation because declining to
have any private interview With lin ;
refusing his escort to the railway
station !; saying only, when he plead:
ed and demonstrated, ,:7''I viii write
to you, MI. Bernard" and ''Please
not to press me; Mr.. Bernard; / have
my reasons" and the like, the poor
lad sll:into tie despa,ii4s !sAich . i,
all succumb when The 'fool'sb pszsc !.
disc in which we have been living
melts into thin air and leaves us only
the rugged rocks Of the sterile desert
where our gods lie shattered At : our
feet-stocks and stones no more di.
vine than ourselves.
But despair or not, tears, proteeta-
tions, what not, it had to be borne ;
and Lois Lancaster went off,; &C:
cording to desire, unattended
and in silence, but leaving
behind her the impression that. all
was over between them, and that she,
the beggar girl, declined the offer! Of
King Cophetua to share his purple
and preferred her own native rags in:
stead.
"You have broken my heart, moth,
err" cried Bernard, with = boys @self:
abandonment to SORROW.
my dear boy, I have; saysd: you
from destruction" was his moth er'i
reply, made calmly from the hei ght.
Of = superior WISDOM. "Hadit mol
been for. me you would haveib bee11
lost forever: but I rescuedHyou jus'
in time"
Saved! rescued! You call fori'
feiture Of my word, breaking my
promise, destroying a noble woman
happiness and my own for life. sal
vation, rescuev' he cried bitterly
Il shall never see her equal, net ter
She was an angel simple, swe Get
strong, pure! You did not know her
mother, because you would moi
You were prejudiced from the beg gin
ming, and you see everything thropgi
a false medium
"You mean that you did, my boy;
she answered. "What I saw VA b =
pretty and creditable young woman
well-mannered for her station if: ri
diculous enough when brought int
10 false equality with such a. oul
selves; a young woman who vii
make a capital wife for = well-to-d
farmer or small tradesman, whel
she will not have too much har
work to do, but who, as the wife Of
gentleman, would have dragged ht
husband into the lower levels Of 81
ciety and would have ruined Il
prospects and position Of his who
family. That is what I zee, my|so,
and I think my'eyes have been; Il
clearer"
Il "And your heart the colder" Aas
. ed Bernard, stung by love out of b
ordinary flial respect.
X. que Ueut uer pfOuu neAQ III Seqt
] eecence.
a. Eyes, my heart the colder becau
my reason the keener,"' she ansvtre
: fixing her bright eyes upon him stea
e lily; land. reason goes farther th'
}: fancy"
u "And wisdom, the best wisdo
j, the wisdom which accepts things n
e appearances, goes farther than th
>: cold; dead, goddess thing that y
4 call reason I" said Bernard, paci
g g the room feverishly, prepared for
}; months close arguing; which
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