Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-11-21

U by lhan ksg1y1nG Tune. however, Its
probabilities and possibilities had been
exhausted, and its memory become 8
thing Of the past That venerated holi-.
day brought goodly company Of arela-
tons to the old homestead; and Cousin
Mary Rudolph, Q young and lively ma
tron, did not leave Hill Farm without
exacting q promise from the girls to-
visit her in her Boston home during the
coming winter. sl..s
On a February day, during the ex-
hihition Of the Boston Art Club, it's
pleasant gallery was filled with VISITORS
Mrs Rudolph and her two young guests
had just entered, when their attention
was arrested bya picture which hung
"on the line" near the door. ia
please find this in the catalogue
cousin Mary" said Helen in her calm
est tones. 3=.,.;@. "a 1. zg-. .l. -
|. The Amateur Harvesters,' my dear.
H. Challoner! T didn't know he had
anything here. He used to be quite a
friend OF ours, but I have hardly seen
him this season. A very nice young
man." she construed, "and one of our
| rising artists. If you will believe me,"
suddenly, "there he is! must present
him to you, girls"
And away hustled Mrs. Rudolph,
while Helen and Christina gazed upon
the Amateur Harvesters" with feelings
"better imagined than described"
It was an autumn scene. The corner
of a garden with meadow and woodland
stretching away from it to meet low
blue mountain range. In the fore
ground, two girls, in faded gowns and
gypsy hats, one with her face hidden
by an armful of corn: q barefoot boy,
two frisking dogs; in a word the scene
which had been interrupted that sunny
afternoon, by the discovery Of All OBJ
server.
Mrs. Rudolph returned, followed by a
young man of tlnguished and Boston
ian appearance. whom she presented as
"Mr. Challoner."
Mr. Challoner bowed and took Miss
Emerson's hand with much empress
ment, but his we'll bred features hardly
concealed his surprise. Could it be
possible? This elegant youh g lady, in
velvet gown and C4ainsborough hat with
floating plumes, the rustic maiden who
had unconsciously posed for his pencil
in faded calico and with tumbled
tresses!
It surely was. He had never forgot
ten that face, those eyes, that hair,
that quiet grace, and many were the
conflicting emotions which fille' the
mind of Mr.. Herbert Challoner Oh see
ing the original and his portraits thus
confronted
When, in the solitude of Mrs. Rrl-
dolph's cosy boudoir the story was re-
vealed, that inpressible lady was in
raptures.
"How delightful" she exclaimed:
chow romantic! I am SO glad I asked
him to call SOON"
Call soon he assuredly did, and call
often. All mysteries were solved.
All, say I? All past ones, perhaps; but
what new and more subtle mysteries
began to reveal themselves, I am not
quite competent to say.
But I know that Mr.. Herbert
Challoner spent last summer, as
the summer before, in Maine, only
this time his head quarters were at
Hill Farm. And the last time I saw
my pretty friend, Helen Emerson. she
wore on one slender finger O. little cir
cZet Of alternate tiny diamonds and sap-
phires, and she was hemming something
which strongly resembled a tulle veil.
1t is understood that Mr.. and Mrs.
Challoner are to sail Tor Europe the
week after the wedding. Mr.. Chal-
loner wishes to study art abroad, and I
believe Christina is to accompany IL EN-,
for the purpose of studying music at
foreign conservatory. 1 have heard
something about certain young dec
tor, who is to set out from Boston about
the same time, to finish his medical ed
ucation in Paris and I would not be
surprised if I were invited to another
wedding, when he has taken his diplo-
ma, and Miss Christina has finished
her conservatory course.
And it all came of the Amateur
Harvesters.