The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1886-06-03

Surrey, but she besought him not to
come; he should not first look upon
her in the halls of slavery. Her Ru-
pert must wait until fate smiled upon
their path. and she enclosed little
poem upon the subject which made
him happy for days. He sent her q
ring-two golden hands clasped to-
gether-and he wrote her long letters
every day, which she answered at first
once a week, and then once q fortnight.
At length there came day when he
had not heard for a whole month. He
was frantic with vexation; some of his
friends had begun to talk and tease
him about his new flame; should he
lose her now, just as he was about to
have his salary raised? He could not
brook the thought.
In despair he wrote few hurried
lines, begging to be allowed to see her,
bemoaning her long silence. Life
without his Rosalinda was insupport-
able to him, etc. In answer to his ap.
peal he received q shost epistle in a
shaky hand writing. Rosalinda had
been i'll; she had parted with her EN-.
ployer, and had gone to be the com
panion of maiden lady of wealth in
Northshire. 1t was q long Journey
form London; she dared not invite
her Rupert to the house that was her
temporary home. If better, would
write again next week. Adieu, and
again adieu!
But she did not write. Days went
by, and at last, one foggy morning to-
ward the end of November, Septimus
received q communication from a
stranger, q gentlemen who signed him
self Thomas Gawkroger." His worst
fears were realized; the gentleman
wrote that it was his painful duty to
inform Mr.. Potter that Miss Rosa
linda st. Claire was suffering from sc
severe an attack of illness that the
doctors declared that there was nc
hope of her ultimate recovery. As Mr.
Potter and the young lady had never
met, the writer hoped that time would
soften the blow and reconcile Mr.
Potter to the inevitable. The ring
and other trinkets would be forward
ed tomorrow rail- The postmarl
| on the cover was Charlhill.
"Not so will I be baffied!" cried Sep
timus. "Does this impertinent
stranger think to tear two lovins
hearts asunder?" And then descend
ing from the heroics, heconfided to an
intimate friend his intention of check
mating old Gawkroger in the long run
The two young men laid their heads
| together, and between them hit on the
following plan. Septimus was to tel
| the firm that relation of his was
alarmingly ill in Yorkshire, and tc
beg for q few days holiday. He was
not to answer Mr.. Gawkroger's letter
| Ito write to Rosalinda on a bed o.
sickness would be worse than useless,
but to take ticket to Charlhill and
burst upon the corspirators like 8
| bomb-shell.
4 X X
"Miss St. Claire?" he inquired of q
buxom, high-colored woman-servant
81 am her intimate friend. How is
she? Is she better?"
"Beg pardon" said the servant.
"Miss St. Claire-the lady who is sc
dangerously ill!''
"There's none sick in the house now,
said the woman stolidly; "but they've
got the whooping-cougb down the
lane"
"No, mol" exclaimed Septimus, ar
ranging his fur collar. He could see ir
a glass in the hall how we'll it looked
"This is Miss Dynoch's house, is II
| not?"
"Aye; but she's at hoam."
"Well, then, 1 have come to see the
lady who is companion to Miss Dy
noch."
ri dunno what's to do" said the
servant, cycling him suspiciously; 'but
the mistress is within. Will we give 8
name?"
"Strange that they are all in league
with Gawkroger," said Septimus te
| himself as he handed his card to this
alarming parsonage. 1t was very
neat, glazed card, which he had lately
had printed.
The servant left him standing in the
hall, but returned almost immediate
ly to say, would he walk in.
Hat in hand, Septimus entered an6
found himself in a handsome drawing
room, face to face with prim elderly
lady, with small terrier yelping al
his heels. The lady had a gold eye
| glass in her hand, which she held close
to the card, while she threw her hea6
backward after the fashion OF people
of weak sight. Her gown was of rus
Ting silk, her presence full OF dignity
vet indications of feminine coquetry
were not wanting in the arrangement
of the lace tippet on her shoulders
and the rosebuds that dangled iron
her cap.
The carpet was soft and velvety
Septimus glanced at his muddy boots
with dismay. He would Willingly
have made more splendid entrance
into the halls of slavery.
"Miss Dynoch, believer" he sale
with his best bow.
eyes, that is my name. Perhaps
you will be so good as to inform MI
to what cause I am indebted for you
visit"
She did not ask him to sit down
and she remained standing herself.
81 have come, madame" said Sept
mus much impressed by her dignity
sto demand Miss St. Claire-Rosa
linda St. Claire-ot your hands.
He had prepared this speech and I
great deal more, but the rest OF it ha(
quite gone out of his head.
II beg your pardon. l must asl
you to speak up"
"Miss St. Claire, madame" repeat
ed Septimus, raising his voice and en-
deavoring to drown the shrill bark o
the terrier. "My Rosalinda, where il
she? How is she?"
There must be some mistake,
think" said the lady. "The peopl,
from whom took the house are call
ed Jones. Did you not come on bust
ness to see my nephew"
1.-THE same" replied Septimus, littl
knowing that he had given the wron|
card, with the address of the firm
printed in the right-hand corner. "Mr
Thomas Gawkroger has written to M
and l am here to inquire after tn,
health of Miss St. Claire"
The lady shook her head, her man
ner became more severe.
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