The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-07-30
THE SEXTON BLOOD.
BY ESTHER SERLE KENNETH.

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governed so many generations that,
to consider, it became necessity with
those having connection with the Sci
tons. A passionate, affectionate,
clanish race, very headstrong, very
rich, they had long been q power in
the land, Notwithstanding the charac-
teristic of quick, ungovernable anger.
Not that Ogden Seton had not tried to
control his fiery temper while his wife
lived-at least he thought he had
but if he had been less often angry, it
was rather because OF her gentle in
fuence and tact than that he had
really disciplined himself. And when
his wife died, people said. "And now
there will be trouble with Victor"
Victor, with his handsome Byronic
head, covered by close curling black
hair, his dash and grace and extra
share OF the hot Seton blood-it was
not six months before there was
trouble.
''How dare you, sir"
Father and son stood facing each
other in the handsome library, and it
was Ogden Seton who had spoken.
because 1 ann not boy. Ilove
Ada Grandmont and mean to marry
her"
"Ungrateful rascal, to defy your
father! So this is your first step on
coming OF age?'
II am not obliged to sleep another
night under your roof, sir-and I will
not!"
And SO Victor Seton dashed
passicnately from his home, and did
not return.
II Victor's mother had been alive!-
but there was no one to Interfere
with a pacific word between the hot
heads. The discovery that Victor
was paying court to the daugh-
ter ola man who had given him Of
tense was the cause Of the trouble,
which Increased as Victor was APP
preached On the subject, for he lowed
the innocent girl his father referred to
so colby. At first intimation that
his son differed from him Ogden Seton
flew into a passion. A few hasty
words, and his handsome boy he
was SO proud of was lost to him.
Victor, ON passing out, had said to
his sister that he should never return
that he was going abroad. A week
had passed, and Olives dark syes
were swollen with crying. yet mot ONE
word had her father spoken of his
secret relenting. She was like her
mother, gentle judicious, winning and
yet more affectionate than the Others.
To lose her mother and them her
brother broke the girls heart
But her swollen eyes were all the ex-
pressions of her grief She 50 feared
her father in his anger, usually indul-
gent as he was, that she dared not
name her absent brother until he alb
ruptly preached the subject.
>"Olive, do you know where Victor
"No, father"
"Have You heard nothing inom
him?"
No, sir. -father-I think he
has gone abroad" -...
"He had not the MEANS"
,"No, sir; but he could have borrow
ed money" -
And as the weeks :and months went
10y, this conclusion was forced upon
Ogden Seton. Victor had college
friends who were off for London that
summer-probably he had gone with
them. Though cut to the heart, Olive
was right in thinking that her father
would make his inquiries. So fiery
WAS his anger that even in his grief the
memory of it made hima angry again.
He had lost his SON. He had only his
daughter. And by tenderly loving her
ne tried to cancel the wrong done and
relieve the secret sorrow of his heart.
He even met Olive in the street with
Ada Grandmont, yet made no sign.
Olive liked pretty, brown-eyed Ada,
who had been her school friend. She
had another confident, Roland Har-
low. ~ ... g.. @s:.@
He was a young gentleman, reliable
as agreeable, whom everybody had
confidence in-Ogden Seton included,
and he very much admired Olive. To
this connection her father was not ad-
verse. Roland was the son of his part
ner in business. His frequency at the
house made him like one of the fam
lily. ~
He had dined one day at Mr.. sef-
tons table. There was other gentle
men present, and Olive presided at the
table with the gentle dignity which
made her, in her extreme youth and
beauty, very attractive.
1t was a quiet family dinner, yet
Olive left the gentlemen half an hour
to their wine; and while the others
were engaged in a discussion, Mr.. Sef-
ton bent his head and said, in @ low
voice to Roland, who sat next him:
"Wait this evening after the others
have gone. WANT to talk to YOU"
Roland, noticed for the first time, a
haggard, sunken look about Mr.. SET
toms eyes, and a look of solicitude
Hsme into his frank, blonde face.