Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-15

coming fullnesS and rOundnesS In her
form.
She stood tor few minutes peerng
into her own large gray eyes, critically
observing the curves of her short nose and
red lips, which latter, some one had often
told her, looked as though "some bee had
newly stung them" Perhaps it was this
thought which brought the flush to her
pale face, and sent her into the corner
where stood the escrltolre. She sat down
on the floor, and unlocking it, pulled
out little drawer, whence came faint
scent of rose leaves, from which she took
package of letters tied with blue rib
bon. She toek it out carefully, tenderly,
and let it lie on her lap with her hands
lightly crossed above 1t. And then her
thoughts wandered far away, beyond the
room, beyond Kensington, beyond great,
smoky London. She is wandering down
deep Deyonshire lane, with its strug-
Cling vegetation growing up the sides of
its reddish banks. Some one is by her
side, and they are laughing and talking
softly together. AS they emerge from
the lane, an ivy grown church comes into
view. A picturesque old house, built OF
red sandstone, nestles close by, whence a
white-haired clergyman passes out into
the churchyard. > Again her
thoughts take her back to the deep lane.
Once more it is summer, and the same
two people are there together, but they
are not laughing and talking now. She
is standing still, with downcast face, and
her companion, pale and trembling,
looks down on her from his great height.
x 4 The train Of thought broke off
suddenly. Minnie stroked her letters and
pressed them to her lips.
"Poor Frank" she thought; ''poor
Frank! 1t was cruel of me to break his
heart like that,-but I was so young, so
easily persuaded; and who can resist the
Dean when he becomes SO argumentative2
And Frank-how terrible he looked that
day he came home from Cambridge and
heard about it | don't think I shall ever
| forget his face IN the lane-it makes me
shudder to recall it? Will he ever for
give me, wonder?" She leaned
back against the wall with closed eyes,
and soft smile broke over her face; how
inexpressibly sweet 1t was to be able to
let imagination loose and think freely OF
Frank Quornham, to recall with less
sharp pang Of remorse those faraway
days before Mr.. Pierrepoint had dawned
upon her horizon.
Looking back, it seemed to her that
she must have been very impulsive, very
childish and very helpless in the hands
of the people about her. Ones memory
is apt to grow rusty with respect to ones
self; we nearly always look upon our
selves as the products of certain causes,
setting down anything unsatisfactory to
the charge of training and circumstance.
"Ah, if my aunt had only whipped me for
stealing her horn-book. should not now
be herer' whimpers the wretched crlmi-
nal on his way TO the gallows.
So Minnie forgot the remarkable clear
sighted, intelligent young woman who
had given to Mr.. Pierrepolnt the hand
long promised to another, and substitut-
in her memory a creature of her own i'm
agination-an innocent, uniformed thing
much more picturesque, and IN every re-
spect more satisfactory.
Long she sat there, deep in such
thoughts, with closed eyes and half smil-
ing lips.
When she woke from her reverie the
sun had set, and the air was beginning to
blow in chilly through the open window.
She rose hastily, little shocked at her
own abstraction; it seemed sort of dis
respect to the old man lying in his new
ly-made grave, and Minnie, as perhaps
you have seen, craved, like most of US,
| her own respect as we'll as that Of others.
If her notions had lacked granduer, if
even they may seem to you (oh, h1gh-min
ded reader Dto have tinge of meanness
in them, we should set them down to the
particular twist of which nature and train
ing had given to her mind. She had
meant, she had told herself, to think over
things in general way that night-her
thoughts had insisted on gathering de-
initeness, and she, half unconsciously,
had given herself up to their delights.
There was an irresistible charm in recall
ing the long past, and in figuring a still
happier future. But she checked herself
suddenly, and rising, rang the bell for
her maid.
"Jenkinson," she said when the wo-
man entered, shave any letters come for
me9"
ga great many, ma'am. did not like
to disturb you.''
"Yes, of course. Please bring them to
me now, and light the candles. shall
not want you any more tonight" In a
few minutes she was impatlently turning
over little pile of black-rlmmed envo-
lopes, all containing the same sterotyped
form of coincidence. She opened each
one, then shaking her head with halt
disguised movement, rose and began pac-
ing the floor with i'm patient footsteps.
mo sign, no token, ''(sbe could not help
think1ng). 81 might have expected it
he is very proud. l shall have
hard work. But one thing feel, know
Frank is not man to love twice; his
character was always nobler and stronger
than mine; he always seemed SO far above
me-" = She stopped and buried
her face In her hands. and the slow tears
trickled through her fingers. Then she
flung back her head and spoke aloud:
"Only year-a year "a whole year
Oh, Frank, will you forgive me?' She
sank down on her knees, and relieved her
excited mind with one of those long fits
of sobbing such as women only know.
PART II.
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