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ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA.
Office in EdelbrocVt Block.
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
IT. CLOUD, MINNESOTA.
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•AINT CLOUD. MINNESOTA
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OES AND WINES,
FIXTURES, PLAYING CARDS
..' Cheap Cftih Store!
Bat Gash trices paid for Hides ud
Catholic Chunk. Qg»
A a A ....
FRANCIS H. ATKINS,
0§te* St. Germain itreet, over Roeenberg
Hetidence ia Grandelmeyer Building,
corner of St. Germain street and State are,
0. SOHULTEN & CO.,
*T. CLOUD MINN.
*, C. WILSON,
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GUaier and Paper Hanger
ST. CLOUD, MINN.
"wll-aaVlf c-rr, «.« -,•
a. P. PBABODY,
jW«»M A It A I I
Wines, Liquors and Cigars
107 Third Street,
...•» •,- ,'
I would give notice to my friends that
I mttf MtaiMd to ay old stand,
•n Eichntond aTenae, which has been open
ad spin ff*«d style.
O A a
St. Clond, Dee. 26. 1871.
HENRY 0. MILLS.
Oarriaflrt) a S
Has. A3 «V '4S West if Street
Repairing dona with Neatness and Dispatch.
LEATHER & FINDINGS,
ST. PAUL, MINN.
?"»wy Wfbey|M, Wis.
BANK O ST. CLOU
GENERAL BANKING AND EX
CHANGE USINESS TRANS
O A N S S
•OUGHT AS SOLD
JgJ- Agricultural College Scrip
bo asedio paytneai of all l'e-emptious the
same as MUUnry Bouuiy Land Warrants.
a to 1 O
Office open from 9t 12 A. M. and 1 to
J. G. SMITH, Cashier.
St. Cloud, Sept. 16, 1867 vl
BANK Of ALEXANDRIA.
General Banking, Exchange
REAL ESTATE BUSINESS
LAND WARRANTS^ COLLEQESCR1P
BOUGHT AVD SOLD.
COLLECTIONS MADE, AND PRO
CEEDS PROMPTLY REMITTED.
tar Taxes paid Tor Non-residents.
FOREIGN EXCHANGE SOLD
Office on Main St., near 6A Avenue,
nil VAHHOKSM*. Cashier.
SAINT CLOUD, MINNESOTA.
GENERAL BANKING BUSINESS DONE.
F. VINCENT, PaopRiETOR.
Having leased this well known and popular
Saloon and Restaurant,
I would be pleased to have a call frcm my
friends. I will keep on hand at all times the
Wines, Liquors and Cigars,
Ale, Lager, &c, &c.
Good Billiard Tables.
St. Cloud, April 24, 1871. vl3nl
J. W. METZROTH
Has removed his
OPPOSITE THE CENTEAL HOTJSB.
MEZROTH'S IS THE TLACE.
A large stock of tb eflnest
and all kinds
Gent's Furnishing Goods
always on Intnl.
METZROTH IS THE PLACfi I
GENTLEMEN' S SUITS
in the latest
HEW YORK L0R00MND PARIS STYLES.
mar METZROTH'S IS TEIE PLACE I
Speoial attention is called
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A S and A S
Embracing the most fashionable and aobby
tST METZROTH'S IS THE PLACE
PrilCES LOWErUHAN THEl OvVEST
ter REMEMBER METZROTH'S IS THE
,-St, Clond May 24 18U9. Tll-n4
BOO AND SHOEMAKER.
Boots, Shoes and Gaiters
Made in the latest style and of the best
•took.' Oeod fits warranted. Quality of
EA8TERN WORK always on hand for
A^Sp JijBA3*HER AND FI-NDINGS
Shop on St. Germaim treet, nextdoorto
Piokit & Abbott's Store.
St. Cloud. Awil 2 1868.
HERSGBWH I KAMMERMA1ER,
Monu ments & Gravestones
Alto, Contractore for all kinds of
Stone Cutting to Order.
St. Germain street—two doors east of tho
Catholic church. n27
JOHN V.PARWELL& O.
Notions, Woolens, &c,
S E S E & E 100, 10S, HO & 11* Wab.su Avenue,
Sole Agents for tbe Celebrated
A A A A
jPuptrivT to any in market.
Sheet Music, Violins, Guitars, Music
Books, strings, fcc.
You can buy anything in tho Musical line
W. C. Farnham's Music btore,
I E A O I S
Than at any other place in the Northwest.
Teachers can order Sheet Music, with the
regular discount. Sabbath Schools can or
der Books here ts cheap as from the East.
Teachers cau be furuished with sample cop
ies of singing books at tkeregular discount.
Violin and Guitar Strings of the very best
quality. Send all orders to
\\. C. FARNHAM,
n21 88 Nicollet St., Minneapolis, Minn.
CHAS. S. WEBER, M. D.,
Officeon St. Qermain street, 3d dooreast
of Catholic Church.
MEDICINE CASES AJiD B00K8,
for use in the am.ly and for the treatment
and other domestic animals
C. S. WEBER.
ROGER SMITH &
Fine Silver Plated Ware,
Are producing for the Fall and Winter
Trade, a large variety of elegant designs of
TEA SETS, URNS, CASTORS, FRUIT
and BERRY DISHES,
together with a complete line of their cele
brated SPOONS, FORKS, KNIVES, &c,
all warranted full plate, and bearing their
which is the oldest and best known of any
leading Silver Plate Manufacture in the
GILES, BRO. & CO.,
Agents. 142Lake at.. Chicago.
Dealers may obtain illnstrated catalogues
and price lists by enclosing business card.
PIONEER WAGON SHOP
JH. W WELA.K/TT
FARM AND FREIGHT WAGONS,
LIGHT WAGONS, BUGGIES
All work made from the very best mate
rial, and fully warranted Prices reason
able. Parties needing anything in my line
will do well to give me a call.
Special attention paid to REPAIRING.
H. W. WEARY.
Lake Street, rear of Montgomery & West's
A. E. HUSSEY,
A I E
Plans, Specifications, and Drawings
IN DETAIL, FOR PUBLIC BUILDINGS
[email protected]~Office, three doorB north of Pos
Oilice, St. Cloud Minn.
CUTTERS, SLEDS, &c.
F. W. HANSCOM, Proprietor.
CORKER WASHINGTON AVKJSUE
in a is MinneMOta.
THIS UOUSE IS
NEW, LARGE AND CONVENIENT,
Containin 00 Rooms
49*0n aconnt of its Convenient Location and
Vlennant Rooms. Business Men,Tourists. Families
md PIsasnre Seekers will find it the best place in the
:ity to stop tit. vlinl
St. Cloud Quadrille Band.
The unjlernigncd will furnish first-class
music for Balls. Special attention given to
supplying private parties, with from two to
five pieces, as may be desired.
GEO. E. FULLER.
St. Clond, Sept. 7th, 1871.
S CLOUD, MINNESOTA,
W E 8 to
'The underaifBed having purchased the
ii wiston House (located on ^Washington
ivenue, near Clarke & Co.'a store) has
made many alterations and improvements,
and now offers superior accommodations to
travelers and all who may stop with him.
The table is suppliedmwith the best that can
be obtained' in the market, the rooms are
tidy and the beds .clean and comfortable.
[email protected] Good Stabling is attaohed to the
St. Clond. Nov. .7, 1S7& Tl3nl7
O. E GARRISON,
CIVIL ENGINEER AND ARCHITECT
Having had twonty-two years' experi
ence—twelve in Government surveying,—I
hopeto give j&tisfaotionin all branches of
Fine nd other Lands entered andtaxe
paid for Non-residents, and full descrip
jon givenfrom personalexamination.
Office and residence near the Episcopal
O. O. HINES,
Shop on Washington Avenue,
ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA.
!•-. O A E
of 21 years experience, four of which were
in the U. S. A., can be found at the West
House. St. Cloud, Minn and consulu-d with
regard to all diseases, est«rual and internal,
to which horses arc sui j*ct. Tho pmron
rge of the public is solicited, and all busi
ness in the above line will receive prompt
Iron and Brass Fonndors
Stationary and Portable
GANG AND CIRCULAR
SENB FOB PRICES.
LEE & HARDENBERGH
J. U. LOCKWOOD. Sup't.
BOHENRIEF & FULLER.
Having leased the stand, machinery, Ac,
of J. C. WINSLOW, are prepared to
do all kinds of
Blacksmith & Finery Work.
Kept constantly on hand, and warranted
Driving Tools of all kinds,
Peavy (or Cant) Dogs,
Made I he Beat S
O W S
MANUFACTURED AND REPA1SED.
Horse and Ox Shoeing
Attended to in the best manner by Mr.
SAMUEL BOOENIUEF, who has had many
K&~ Orders Promptly attended to,
and Satisfaction Guaranteed.
BOGENRIEF & FULLER.
Shop on Richmond Avenue, St. Cloud,
SAMUEL BOQENRIFP. GEO. E. FULLXB
DEALERS IN ALL KINDS OF
Two Doors East of Brick Church,]
St. Germain Street, St. Cloud, Minn.
in a O
IS AMY DESIRED 8TTLI.
ay-Repair ing Neatly Done on Short Notice "tt»
S 3 S S
is the place to find what you want in the
Cooking Utensils, House
and Fancy Goods of every description and
of the latest styles.
AGENCY FOR WOODRUTO'S IMPROVED
a E a
Sapolio, Japanese Paper
NIMMONS' SYPHON AND HYDRANT FILTERS
Firagrrant S a
Send for circular.
G. WEBSTER PECK.
Watchmaker and Jeweler
A E N
si W E
Silver and Plated Ware,
E 3 5 S
Table and Pocket Cutlery,
&c, &c, Sec,
E A I I N
ALSO E N A I N
Washington avenue, a few doorsfroni
Central H-»ise. on opposite side.
ST CLOUD. MINNESOTA.
LL ORDERS FOR
ST. CLOUD. MINNESOTA. THURSDAY, JANUARY 18 1872.
WI1EN I BEMEMBEB.
Borrows humanize our race
Tears we the showers that fe.tiliie this world
And memory of.thlagg precious keepelh warm
The heart that once did hold them.
They are poor
That have lost nothing they are poorer for
Who, losing, have forgot tea they most poor
Of all, who iose and wish they might forget.
For life is one. and in its warp and woof
There runs a thread of gold that glitters far,
And sometimes in the pattern sJOWS moat sweet
Where there are somber colors. It is true
That we have wept. But oh I this thread of goldf
Wo would not have it tarnish let us turn
Oft and look back upon the wea Itous web,
And when it shineth sometimes we bhall know
Thatm«mory it poestttion.
When I remember something which I had,
But which is gone and I must do without,
I sometimes wonder how I can be glad,
Bven in cowslip time when hedges spi out.
It mskes me t*gh to think on it but yet
Sly days would not be btiitr days should I forget
When I remember something promised me,
But which I never had nor can have now,
Because the promiser I no more see
In countries that accord with mortal vow
When I lemember this I mourn—out yet
Myhappiett daj/eare not the day*—when 1 forget.
A TALE IN THREE PARTS,
Br RHODA BOUQBTOB, AUTHOB or "Bi AS A Boss IS
WHAT TH E ATJTHOB SATS
and bis acquaintance together, and
threading his way between tbe kneel
ing country-people to where the young
girl stands with ber back resolutely
turned to bim, and ber eyes as resolute
ly fixed upon tbe high alter, aflame witb
lights and laden with flowers.
"Better of what she asks, brusque
ly, not turning toward bim.
"I always think there mast be some
thing radically wrong with a person
who foregoes her dinner in a land
where luncheon is unknown," be ans
wers trying to get a peep round the
corner into ber averted face.
"How do you kuow that I forewent
my dinner she inquires, sharply
glancing at bim for an instant, and then
looking away again as quickly.
"I saw your sister, and I did not see
"I dined up-stairs," she answers,
shortly. He looks at her doubtfully.
"Did you, really? Why?
''I hate talking in church," she says
flashing round impatiently at bim "it
"So do I tbe incense gets into my
head. Let us go outside."
"You may go, if you ohoose," she
says, setting her baok against a pillar,
and resolutely ignoring bis presence
"I prefer to stay here."
A little child kneeling at her feet in
a close calico cap, with a rosary be
tween its little fingers, stares up won
deringly, with wide eyes, at the mon
sieur and the midame, standio^ so erect
and chattering so irreverently in the
great solemn church.
"Your sister and Scropo are going
down the steps now," he says, stooping
a little to whisper to her in deference to
the sacied place, while an amused
gleam flashed in his eyes. "The pro
cession.will begin ia a quarter of an hour.
She makes a half movement' of com
"Mind," she says, looking at bim,how
defiantly, "I am eoming, not in the
least because you ask me, but because
I do not want to miss this fine sight."
The street is fuller than ever. The
dusk is drawing on. Gendarms in
cocked hats and tail-coats tight-belied,
red-legged soldiers, leaving the mass of
peasants. A woman at a stall selling
candles -candles as thick as your waist
candles as thick as your wrist candles
no thicker than your finger. Every one
is buying, each person laving down his
francs or oentimes, and walking proudly
off with hollow taper as tall as him
"You have not forgiven me yet,"I
then says LeMesurier, as he elbows a
way for his companion between tbe wool
en-shawled woman and embroidered
"Forgive you for what she asks,
resolutely obtuse, while her cheeks
show a sudden rivalsbip with the pop
py-bunch in her hat
"For my—my unlucky embassy," he
answers, with a rather awkward laugh.
She looks away from him to the il
luminated church, at onco bright and
dark against the warm gloom of June
"I thought it was very officious of
you," she answers, coldly.
"Officious/" echoes he, quickly,
while his own tanned cheeks catoh the
pretty angry poppy hue. "Do you sup
pose I did it for my own pleasure
Do you suppose that I ever, in all my
life, had a job that 1 hated more?"
"Why did you undertake it,, then
asked the girl, dryly.
"Because I was living in the same
bouse with him because I bad *no
peace day or night becanso I was sick
of the sound of your name because—
poor little beggar!—he cired —yes,
actually cried I If 1 said «No'once, I
said it a hundred times."
"It was a pity that you did not say
it a hundred and one times."
"I not only"' continues Paul, becom
ing exasperated, and consequently
spiteful, while bis usually, quiet eyea
give a cold flash," "I not only declin
ed the office for my*elf, but 1 did all
I could to dissuade him from asking
"I told him that if he did induce
you to marry him, you would make
bim roe tho day."
"I told him how utterly unsuited
you were for a parson's wife."
"How much moro suited to him
your sister was."
"Thank you two 'thank yous/ in
deed—one for myself, and one for Je
"He had some fatuous idea in his
head ol being able to mould yon into
the proper clerical shape but I flatter
myself I, at all events, succeeded in
weeding that grotesque notion out of
"In short," says Lcnore, turning
sharply upon him a lovely crimson
face, like a blown rose, and proud eyes
tryiog to wink away the mortified
tears, "in short, not satisfied with hat
ing me youiself, you have been doing
your best to make one of my few friends
hate me too."
"Well, at all events," retorts he smil
ing, and recovering his good humor at
(he same moment as she loses hers,
"at all events, I did not succeed for,
despite all my dissuasions, you pee, he
still wished to gain you."
The crowd grows thicker. In five
minutes the procession will begin.
Leaning over a little balcony above
them, some English ladies and gentle
"I hope you are better, Miss Le
says Paul, leaving his friend I men are laughing real English Iaugbs,
unlike the high cascades of shrill
"We shall be hustled to death down
here," says Paul, lilting his hi^h head
to look ever the press. "We onght to
have secured a window, like those
Britishers up there. It is not two late
now. Letasafk the candle-woman."
The candle-woman tarns from the
diminished heap of her tapers to listen
politely to Paul's slow, laborious Eog
"Monsieur and madamo desiro a
croisee, in order to see the procession
Maisouti certainement. If monsieur
and madame will have the goodness to
follow her, she will conduct them."
So saying, she leads them under an
arohway, through an empty workshop,
and up a perfectly dark and filthy,
flight of stone stiars. Tbe room to
which they at length attain belongs to
a blanchisseuse. It is low and poor,
but very olean. Neatly-starched caps
are hanging on a line across the room
two tidy little beds are in small reces
ses a crucifix hangs over the chimney
piece and an excruciating smell from
the gutter below rises up to their of
fended nostrils. The owner of the
apartment, having expressed an ob«
ligiog hope that madame will not be
''trop geneepar Todeur" and, having
placed a hassock on the low sill for
Leuore to lean her arms upon, leaves
ber visitors in peace, faul stands up
right and silent, with ao expression of
face as if he were trying entirely to re
press the faculty of smell. Lenore lets
her eyes wander round, and gives the
reins to h°r imagination.
Supposing that this garret wero at
home—hers and Paul's supposing
that she spent her life in ironing caps,
and hanging them on lines. Suppos
ing that Paul pent his in digging in
the fields, and came back at night
to galelte and cider, in a broad Breton
bat and trunk hose. Good Heavens
uglv he would look She breaks
off her suppositions to smile invoun
tarily at the idea.
"What are you smiliogat?" asks
Paul, stooping over her, and swallowing
a large mouthful of boquet de gutter as
"Must I tell you, really?" she asks,
lifting her face—every dimple full of
mischievous laughter—to his.
"I was thinking, then—mind, you
made me tell you—how ugly you would
look in a flapping felt hat and trunk
"Is that all he answers, carelessly.
can assure you that I am nothing
to what I was when I was a boy. In
my old regiment we used to pique our
selves upon being the ugliest corps in
the serviee we had not a decent-look
ing fellow among us."
Therejis a little pause. Everybody is
lighting his or her candle one or two
unlucky mortals have broken theirs off
in the middle.
"Did you really think Ijshould marry
Frederick asks Lenore presently,
"How could I tell
"But did you think it probable
"If I were a woman, I do not think
I should care about undertaking him,"
he answers, laughing. "But
might have done worse.''
She looks away, vexed she could
hardly have said why.
"He is exactly five feet two inches
high," she says, scornfully, drawing up
her long, white throat, and looking in
"Do you mete out your love to a man
according to his inches he asks,
leaning bis arms on the back of his
chair, and laughing again.
"He has a nose like a piece of put
"He wears barnacles."
"He plays the concertina at tea-part
"And sings, 'I'm a nervous man/
"So he is."
He turns up his trousers at the bot
when it rains.'1
•'Well, why should he not
"It would be impossible," says the
young girl, with trenchant emphas
"to marry a man who did any one of
those things it is a thousand times
more impossible to marry a man who
does them all."
"He would let you have your
own way in every thing, big or little
he would let you ride rough-shod over
him. It would be very bad for you,fabots,
bat I suppose it would pleaso you," an
swers Paul, half cynically, taking in,
with an uncomfortable,unwilling glance,
the poppy-crowned hat the"eyes, dew
soft yet spirited: the fine nostrils,
and bboded-red lips, haif parted as if
for some sweet speech of his young
"Perhaps it would, perhaps it would
not," Bhe answers, gently. "I have
never loved anybody yet—never at
least, not for long—not for more that)
two days but, of course, I shall some
day and then, I suppose—I fancy-—I
imagine" (stammering) "that what be
likes, 1 shall like."
Is it some reflection from the lights
outside, or are her cheeks a shade more
deeply colored than usual, as she lifts
her eves, with a sort of tender trouble
in their shady depths, to bis
He shakes his head.
"May I be there to see!" he says,
with a light laugh but there is no
laugh in his eyes—instead, an eager
gravity, ^touched with the stirrings of a
restless passion. When an uncivil
woman is to you alone civil, when a
cold woman is for you alone warm, when
a high spirited woman is for you alone
me ik, the flittery is trebled in value.
It is difficult to'feel sentimental in a
very bad smell but I tb»nk, if you ask
ed him, Paul Le Mosurier would tcl^
you that he accomplished that feat in*
the little Guingamp garret. The pro
cession is really beginning, at last: out of
the lit church-doors it streams, and the
surging sea of heads part and cleave as
under to make way. Gilt and colored
lamps lead the way, carried by Breton
peasants then the relics of a saint in a
gilt case then a troop of young girls
in white, clear and clean as St. Agnes
then a troop of sailors, also io white,
with red sashes—two carrying a little
model of a ship, two carrying a gilt
anchor between then a waxfigurein
red silk petticoat, carried on a bier.
"It is le petit Saint Vincent 1" cries
the good woman of the house, in high
excitement, clasping her bands, "carried
by Basse-Bretagne peasants, clad in
sonlanes for tbe occasion, an honor for
which they will have to pay high. Has
madame observed him How pretty
be is! how fresh how white as
white as a little chicken."
"And who isle petit Saint-Vincent
when he is at home ask3 Paul, in
ignorance of tbe Roman Catholic calen
He was niaityrized at fourteen
years," erplains the woman and so
falls into fresh raptures.
"O qu'il est geatili, lc petit Saint
Vincent II est si frais 'feirose 1"
If she is so much struck wiih lo
petit Saiat-Vincent, what would cot
she be with Madame Tussaud's estab
lishment says Paul, laughing and
leaning on tbe sill.
He is past now—he and his red pet
ticoat. La bonne Dame des hommes
follows close on his heels, borne uo. de
vout shoulders: then the brass head
with tho blackened nose waggles along
then gray-haired priests, in glorious,
flowered damask robes, holding high
the effigy, in ivory and gold, of tbe
slaughtered Christ, then two bishops
in mitres'then a great flood of snowy
caps and broad-brimmed beavers every
baly with a candle—some big, some
little, but everybody with gone. It *is
the greatest wender how they managed
to avoid settiog fire to each other. All
together, singing loudly yet sweetly*
they float away slowly into the distance
Half caught by tbe infection of their
devotion, Lenore throws herself forward
half through the rusty casement to look
down the street—one sea of waving
light, an undulating river of light,
rather, flowing between tho two dark
banks of the house on either side. The
soft glamour of the summer moonrise
makes g'orious eaeb little detail of the
queer pretty show. The colored lamps
sparkle like real jewels—rubies, sap
phires, amethysts—through the cool
night. The young girls' dresses shine
dazzlingly, candescently white even
the brass hoad with the black nose is
transmuted to gold.
"What a pleasant, easy way of get
ting to heaven J" says Lenore, with
drawing her head. "I wish I could
that a big candle and a kiss to
little Saint Vincent would take me
"Do not you think we have had al-if
most enough of this asks Le Mesur
ier, rather indistinctly, from between
the folds of his pocket-handkerchief, in
which he has now completely enveloped
his nose and mouth. "0 libelled Col
ogne If Coleridge had but smelt
So they descend into tbe street.
The procession is to circle round the
town, chaning always, and re-enter the
church by another door. It will be
some time before this is accomplished.
Meanwhile, people still swarm to the
space betore the church—women in
close, stiff, black bonnets or hats, and
big black collars to match, taking one
back to the reign of Edward VI. dark
sad-faced, lean men. These are from
the very, very Basse Bretagne. They
are so poor, so poor They have como
on foot many a weary mile, to hayo
their sins forgiven they will sleep in
the street to-night, and at cock-crow to
morrow set forth on the trudge back to
their far, lone homes. Others, with
almost low-necked dresses, and wide,
loose muslin collars. They ara all
tramping hither and thither, talking
very merrily, bustling Paul and Le
nore w'th their stout Breton elbows,
threatening them with their heavy 1
which at any moment may
come pounding down on their feet.
'Tou had better take my arm,"
says Paul, with a protecting air, as
they move slowly along, "I might
easily mislay you in this crush, and,
if I did, it would be like looking for a
needle in a boltle of hay to try and
find you again."
"It would be no great harm if you
did mislay me," she answers, with a
pretty air of indepeneence. "I, whomockingly,
have travelled all over England, Soot
land, and Ireland quite by myself, am
hardly afrrid of coming to harm in the
half dozen safe yards that intervene be
tween here and the Hotel de France.
"What business bad you to travel all
over England, Scotland, and Ireland, by
yourself?" he asks, brusquely. "It
was very wrong of your people to let
"Of course," she answeers with
irony, "of course. I onght to have had
a maid to carry my dressing-case, and a
footman to take my ticket and look af
ter my luggage. So I will, some day,
when I many the Marquis of Carabas,
"You will never marry Frederick I"
ha says vehemently, involuntarily
pressing the small hand that lies on his
arm close to his side. "Never NEV
ER 11" (looking down at hsr face, on
which theflaringoandles are throwing
capricious little crimson flashes).
"Shall not I she says, lifting her
limpid innocent gave to his. "I do
not know." He is silent, at least as far
as speech goes. He has forgotten the
pardon, the white caps, the thronging
paasants. His reason is drowning fast
—fast—in the unfathomed wells of a
woman'a plate-blue eyes. "You told
me juBt now that I might do worse,"
she says, under her breath.
"So you might," he says, with some
excitement. "So you might, I said
true you might" (with a rather reck
less laugh)—"you might marry—me
who am the younger son of a younger
son—have not a sixpence to bless my
self with, and have the devil's own
temper to boot."
At his words her head droops for
ward, like a snow-drop's, weighed
down with a happy shame her hand
falls from his arm. It is past eleven
o'clock the people are hurrying into
church again for midnight mass. At
tho door every one gives up his or
l.er candle to men stationed to receive
them. There is a great heap, as high
as your shoulder, already in the porch.
A throng of peasants—lean, long men
stout, squaro women big lads—come
pushing by, nearly hoisting Lenore off
her legs. As they pass she utters a
little aharp cry of pain.
"What is it? Are you hurt?"
asks Paul, vigorously shouldering
asido the peasants,who are beginoing to
crowd again as thickly as ever, and
digging his elbows viciously into the
plump ribs of a matron behind him.
"It is nothing," she says, a little
faintly "one of them trod en me. I
think, and a sabot is not the lightest
there (beginning to laugh a little),
"do not look as if you were beat on
knocking somebody down it would be
sure to be the wrong somebody."
"You are hurt," he says, with vague
indignation, gazing down solicitousty
at the cheeks that the little sudden
pain has drained of thoir sweet, red
blood "I know you are, only you arc
too spirted to own it."
"You are wrong," she says, smiling
"from a child I have always cried out
before I was hurt."
"Lean on me lean all your weight
on me'" says Faul, obligingly, draw
ing her away out of the press, and into
a little side street.
"Ah! here is a door-step—lot as sit
down and rest."
The little street ia quite dark, at
least on the side where Paul and Le-saying
nore are as dark as the Place Du
Gueaclin under the limes. Only on
the faces of the houses opposite the
moonbeams are sliding pearl-white.
"I never could bear pain," say's the
girl, languidly, leaning her back
against the closed door of the unseen
house. "I never could understand
that line of Longfellow's—
'To suffer and be strong.'
'To suffer and tcreamf is my version."
There is a momentary pause between
them. They are beginning to feel a*
they need not be talking all tbe
while. In the deep shade where they
are sitting they can hardly see each
others's faoes they only feel one an
other's pleasant proximity. The tramp,
tramp of wooden shoes, the distant
chant, bandied about, tossed this way
and that by the frolic airs, come, now
loud, now low, to their ears.
"I wonder what time it is says
Lenore presently, reluctantly breaking
the happy silenoe "ten eleven
"What does it matter?" replies
Paul, indolently, clasping his hands
behind his head. She is the cxaot op
posite of every thing he has hitherto
thought good and fair infcwoman.
Her very beauty-—large and noble—
is the reverse of the small, meek pret
tiness that bas hitherto been his ideal,
and yet—and yet it ia ia the dry,
warm gloom beside her, while t'
night winds, fresh from the tnnm
haycocks, focdle his hair wiih l'gbt:
hanJs. Th church-clnck strikes mi~
niuht each sbw stroke tailing on
air like a rebuke.
"I must go," replies the girl, ha
frightened, springing to her feet.
"Uo!" repeats Paul, impatient
ming too. "Why must you? Sh_
we be better off in two stuffy garrets
the Hotel de France, apart than hi
They are standing in the middle
the street: a tali, ugly man, a
beautiful woman (men always have
best ol the bargains io this worl"
She has taken off the bat: it hat
with its coquettish poppies and ble
ribbons io her drooped right ban
the moon is throwing little jets
silver on the waveless sweep of 1
"We shall at least be leas likely
take cold," she answers, demurely.
But Paul i3 losing his head. Len
and the moonshice are too much
"Cold he repeats, crossly. «S_
never thought about cold that haj
night when we went on the Banco
That happy night, when you tr
so hard to get out of going, and sai
was time to go to bed/' she answ_
while her eyes for the
meat lose their love-light, and gli
maliciously. He laughs rather
sciously. "That happy night when
soaked all the color out of my blue
bons, and drowned my best hat for
continues she, gayly, "No, no!
will have no more happy nights,
wardrobe would not stand it! Co
let us go!"
WHAT JEMIM A SAYS.
"It is too late now," says Ler
with a sulky pout, leaning her trm
the top of the wrought-irou rails of
balcony "l'Americaine is at the d(
We are no longer at Guingamp.
have moved on to Morlaix, and
lodged in a certain hostelry, tha
scented through and through with
ill odor arising f. om tbe vei unc
stable over which it is built *.
"I do not wish to tsll its name,
Because it is so much to blams."
No one dislikes the smell of a
stable. The warm, pungent odor
greets you, when you go to see
friend's hunters, need offend no
educated nostrils but the terrific
that ascends from the lodgings of
ton beasts of hire, that you swa
nolens volens, in bed, in your bath,
your tea, with your cider—which
ters not only your nose and mouth
even your very eyes and ears—is
ing to the least (sensitive organs.
We two are seated—by-the-by,
nore is standing—in a little salon 1
balcony overlocks the street,
whence we may spy the passers
keep a lookout on Lozach, Debsta
boissons, opposite, and refresh our:
with a slightly-varied version
sence of manure. A great bow-pol
of immense roses, stands at my el
each several rose smells migbti
tobacco a phenomenon accounte
by the fact that the salon is dail
sorted to for smoking and coffee-t
ing purposes by the noble army of
mercial travellers who breakfast
dine at the table dhole. When
messieurs," as tho landlord, with
cent irony, calls them, have retire
are permitted to enter, and work
own wild will among the tcba
roses and tbe jingling old spinet
"It is too late," say Lonore, fro
balcony "l'Americaine is at the
"It would be very easy to se
away again, I suppose."
"I suppose it would."
"I do not believe that there ii
thing to see at Huelgoat," say I,
tically, turning over the leaves
familiar spirit, "Murray," and
among the M's in the index.
"I dare 6ay not."
"Nothing but lead-mines and
ing desk," say I, having foun
"It is, then, merely for the
of a tete-a-tete with Mr. Le
that you are going cry I, raisi
voice a little, for fear that the laz\
that is ruffling the smoky rose
swaying the muslin curtains,
perse my gibe
"Merely for the pleasuf
the tete-a-tete with Mr. Le Mt
as you felicitously observe," repl
sister, with baffling candor, leavi
balcony, and coming to stand di
before me, with her chin a little
and her hands folded behind her
in her favorite attitude, like a
its lesson. Some people's
look as if they were thrown on
as if they were put on some as
grew on. Lenore's is the latter
"I should have thought thr
must have had a surfeit of tho
lights by now," say I, disdainful!
all an outsider's intolerance fort
aipid repetitions of love-making
"I have had exactly nine,"
Lenore, growing grave, while a i.
absorption fills her eyes "I
(smiling) "I must make it a
and then, perhaps, if Mr. Scropt
good, I may give him a turn."
I feel vexed, and, unable and
ling to explain why, rise, and
over to a little etagere in the
begin to fiddle with some dc
spar-boxes with "A Present
Brighton" on them traces, evt
of the indefatigable Briton, who
scribed his name and that of his
ing on the pyramid top. Lenc
down at the old piano, and open
"Tou might be man andvoif
the way in whieh you travel at
gether," say I, faming.
"Perhaps we are," answers
with a laugh, her low, rippling1!
mixing pleasantly with the erae
making among the bass notes
prophetic eye, present and fat
Contlnmed em Fosutti I
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