The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1885-10-08

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plain. The girls friendship had open.
ed new world to the hard-worked
student. Had he known more of life
he would have known he was falling in
love. Over the other secret was steal
ing as steadily as comes over us the
morning. A month had passed since
the senior party. The two sat in the
telescope room. She seemed to be
studying the stars.
And do you remember she was
asking, that evening you thought
through some of them father was look
ing at us?'
YES
DO you suppose he can see us
now?'
YES Tin a surprised way)
Then, hesitatingly, do you think
he is glad-is glad to see us together?
Won't YOU (the voice was very
husky)-'won't you answer for me?'
Yes, she said, in a voice as clear
as harp-cord, Il know he is
"Seyn our wondered if his senses
were Civ ng away. He hardly knew
what followed. He meant to ask-ii
she did not think her father would be
glad to see them always together
Somehow the words seemed long and
heavy and he could not make
the words come. He had chok-
ing sensation in his throat and
his eyes were blinded with tears,
He felt just as he did in the greenhouse,
the night of the senior party. He
wanted to kiss the hem of her gar.
ment. He felt that he was in DEBT to
her and falling deeper in debt every
moment. lie knew he was making a
fool of himself, but he didn't care
He was the happiest fool that moment
in Gods happy world.
"'You are just as much mine,' she
said at last, her hands resting on his
head which some way or other had
found a place in her lap,-:you are
just as much mine as if l had done all
the wooing myself.
sThe Merdon mansion had never
seen such a storm as followed Char
lotte's avowal of her betrothal. Her
mother insisted that she should never
consent, never in the world, and the
girl who had always honored her
wishes above everything else was in
distress.
"'But you did not marry rich man
yourself, mother; why should you
want me tor she urged.
81 married n man who was great
whom everybody knew; Why, if you
were to marry the man, whoever he is,
who will fill his chair, l should be hap
DIV forever, but this fellow, and her
Indignation almost overpowering her,
she left the room.
1t was late i'll the evening when Char
lotte stole up stairs. Passing her
mothers room, she saw the door was
partly opened. She knew what it
meant. Women, even among Them
themselves, make their reconoiliations
gracefully, gradually. She pushed the
door open as her mother intended she
should, and went in. The lady sat by
her writing table; her head resting on
her hand, and she was evidently sleep
ing A little pile of letters lay before
her, a picture beside them. Tears had
dropped upon the letters and the pic
tyre 'bare the stain of tears. Char
lotte looked AZ the picture closely.
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Surely she had seen it before. But
where?
She could not place it among her &C
quaintances. Whose face was it? A
brokhil uncertain voice seemed to say,
That's a picture of the president.
Her lovers remark OF the portrait on
the wall, the picture that her mother
cried over. It was all clear, very clear,
and she didn't care to read tbs open
letter by the picture.
my poor, dear mother she
thought, as, without awakening her,
glided from thereon, carrying with her
tic greatest secret of her lifetime, save
one
cit was after midnight when Mrs.
MerdQp aw.oke. She had hoped her
daughter would come ip. She wanted
to tell her that sne was no longer angry,
she had been carried back ever parts
of her own life, and she wanted to tell
Charlotte, that after all, she must
follow the voice of her heart that
her own experience had taught
,,s. "a She was almost ready to
confess to Hab although she had
married man WHO was srsat, whom
every one knew, she-no, no, ms. she
could not tell her daughter that-she
co.;.,, not tell her daughter that! Very
slowly she pa. the letters away, saying,
Yes l loved him then, aud, God for
give me, have loved him ever since.
AT noon the next day, a servant
brougllt q so teto the president S study:
Charlotte 4. sasrdon requests the
pleasure Of q few moments private
conversation;
~ wonder what Aaaie Mather's
daughter wants OF me- thought the
old bachelor, as he passed down iHto
the reception room. How that girl
brings her to mind!
!aIn dignified manner that even
SURPRISED ,..s,rrss.elf, Charlotte began:
"'I understand t,,ae the trustees
have given you the power regarding
the professorship which my fathers
asstk made vacant"
I" Have you made any provisions
set?'
"'No.'
!"Ihave q candidate to present.
"What!-you! A candidate! Who
il it?'
"'Brent Seymour
"Charlotte's intimacy was not un-
known to the president, but this as
tonished him:
ait is impossible he said, Il don't
sea bow you can think of it,
H'WspA you not do much to bring
10 you one ysa isyed?' she asked bold
ga peculiar liiis-.ht came into tbs grey
eyes behind the steel-bowed spcctac'e"'
eyes
"How much?'
"Anything.'
"Would you give a professorship?'
''The peculiar light increased. 1t
was almost ablnze.
"'Yes.'
"'Will you give me this professor
ship if bring you one you lover
"The grey eyes were now fairly
ahame. She was understood. He
sprang to his feet.
cage seemed to fall from him like q
scale.