The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-04-21

uOC QoaQ, as she often feared; she mlgnE
one day meet him in the street, or at least
hear some news of him.
The hope of meeting him-of hearing of
him-vanisked, when she found herself in
the great metropolis and realized its size
and INNER .sity. 60.
She had secured comfortable home
with coed, motherly woman, but her purse
was growing scanty and she could not tell
how long it might hold out, unless she
could find some means of support, when
one day, sauntering idly on the street,
glancing into shop window she saw some
fancy articles painted by hand.
Here ee Vas sss fdT tst
of work and if she might be allowed to test
her skill.
From that hour all dread of want vanish
ed, and now that hands were busy, she
found less time to brood and think.
Il want fan printed the man said to
her one day: 'Iou may make an original
design, but it must be very beautiful"
Lena's heart had been very sad all day,
as at evening she unfolded the satin and
sat down, brush in hand, to fulfill this
latest order.
1T is gift to an expectant BRIDE" the
shopkeeper had said, and the words had
recalled all the long waiting, the weary
disappointment these words might bring.
And, as she thought, she sketched and
the hours crept on and the evening grew
into night and the night into morning, and
still she bent over her work, silent, engross-
ed.
The next day, the gentleman who had
given the order for the fan sauntered into
the store. With an air of pardonable sat
isfaction the man drew it from the box
The young artist had outdone herself,
sir, he said. 81 never saw more beauti-
full piece of work, and the designs entirely
her own. l."
But he checked his sentence.
The gentleman had taken the fan in his
eyes and face fro m Which every ft rraaccee' Of
color had fed.
Could it be that the word Nemesis was
painted upon the satin? No, this was all
he saw. On one side was woodland scene,
while, seated Oh a log beneath the leafy
branches Of an old oak, were two figures,
one a man and one a woman. His arm
was about her waist. Her lips seemed to
move; her whole expl ession was full of
love and trust, and his of promise. A little
bird sang over head.
Where had he seen just such scene be-
fore? He turned the IAN on the other side.
Summer had vanished. It was winter
here. Naught but the fast falling snow
drifting in white heaps upon the earth.
"Who painted this?'' he asked in hoarse,
The man gave the name and address.
How we'll he had konwn it! But how came
Lena here? and what was this which stirred
through every fibre of his being? Could it be
that his manhood might yet redeem him?
With swift steps he walked to the house
OF his betrothed. Stately and beautiful she
came into the drawing room to greet him,
aud bent her head that he might touch her
forhead with his lips.
Helen, do you love me?"
She had known him for long years, but
never had she heard such earnestness such
real passion, in his tones.
1t was as though his very soul hung on
her answer. Strange she had never dream
ed his love for her was more than friend
ship, such as she had felt for him.
tinge of color crept into her cheek.
Il have promised to marry you, Earl.
You know that am fond of you and how
highly respect you. Will not this satisfy
your"
''No. I want all the truth. Is your
heart mir.s-all mine, so that to tear me
from it would be to tear it asunder?"
mo, Earl. If it were for your happiness
or mine, I could give up my lover and still
hold my friend and cousin"
He seized her hand and carried it to his
Ups more fervently than he had done even
taking the fan from his pocket, he unfold
ed it, and told her al! the tale of his sum-
mer romance.
II thought that could forget her," he
said in ending, and that when the snow fell
and I did not return to h she would
cease to remember me; but see, Hell n
She still remembers, and l still love. do
not know what brings her here I have
heard nothing from her since last summer.
But, tell me- cousin mine, what must do?
I leave it all to you"
Il said that would be your friend. Now,
I will be hers as well. Go to her Earl. .
Tell her the truth. Then, if she forgives
you, make her your wife. If she is alone
in the world, as perhaps she may be, bring
her to me. She shall be married from my
as lovers gift, but pledge to the truer,
u.s."
Lena was exhausted after her sleepless
night and throwing herself on the lounge
in the sitting room of her kind hostess, she
had fallen into dreamless slumber.
Long Earl Lysle stood and watched her
until the magnetism of his glance aroused
her. She thought she was dreaming of the
fan, but as he stopped and took her in his
arms, she knew that it was reality.
She listened silently while he told her
all, even his struggle for forgetfulness and
ignorance of his own heart and it's demands.
She heard that she had sent the paper with
the news of her fathers death to the wrong
address, that he had known nothing of the
long, lonely winter to which had sue
ceeded this wonderful. glorious summer
time Of hope.
Poor child! She had no room for pride
in the heart so filed by his image. She
forgot that there was sore need for forgive