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dare not sanction our union. Any day
my father, or whoever my mysterious
relative may be, might appear to claim
me. What would he say IL he found
me married to 4 painter who won't
paint, an artist who talks more love
than art?"
Wait" calculated Raymond, impa-
tiently. For how long? The ten years
have two to run yet"
Yes, but / am eighteen to-day-of
legal age, Miss Chandler says she YER
lily believes that some word or direction
will come soon"
1t was an old story gone over now for
the hundredth time, but there was new
interest in discussing it. They talked
OF their plans, of their hopes, of the
golden future life seemed to pressage.
Il must go now" spoke Edna at last.
why! l have been here nearly half
an hour. / wanted to tell you about
the reception tomorrow evening. Mr..
Brinsley is to take me. He is Miss
Chandeliers cousin, and want to please
her"
Raymond's eyes showed q rising
token of jealousy, but he was prudent
ly silent
- LAC uOCS nOb write YOU,
and you must be my knight-errant. I
hope he does not. Goodbye. No!
Beatrice is looking this way. Be pa
tent, Raymond, and above all, do make
some progress on that tiresome, never
tO-be-finished picture"
She was gone as she had come, like
flashing, dainty sprite. Raymond
Marshall followed her with his ewes.
Unti1 fh0 t111cl Oh, H.
view Of her pretty, nodding cap.
Pictured" he murmured, with a sigh,
as he packed up stool and easel. "Who
could paint with such face haunting
every glance and thought? And she
bids me wait! Wait to be tortured
every time l see her in the. company
OF that fellow Brinsley, or making n
confidante of Beatrice Mercer. How
I distrust herr
Yes, Miss Beatrice Mercer was q
thorn in the artists side. Why, he
could scarcely explain. She was pretty,
young, apparently devoted to his fan
Gee, but more than once he had caught
her eyes fixed on Edna with latent,
baleful light, upon himself with a pas
sionate, pleading expression that mys-
titled, repulsed him, he knew not why.
But all this would soon end; ali, yes!
it must soon end. The mystery of his
fiancee must some time cease to be a
mystery. 1t was not an unusual case.
1t would probably have a very prosaic
conclusion, with the long-lOst father
returning, and explaining that he had
placed his daughter in Miss Chambers
charge because she was motherless.
Then they would marry, and life
would be worth living, and all the dis
tressing trifies of the present would
vanish. 1t must be so. Edna had pre-
dicted that word must soon come from
her mysterious relative.
Her faith as hopeful as his own,
Edna locked her arm through that of
her companion, and did most of the
chattering the way back to the semi
nary.
Miss Mercer went straight to her own
room. If Edna had seen her as she
threw herself on her bed and lay con-
VulSed in parOXysm of tears of rage,
and emotion for over an hour she
might not vainly have guessed at the
cause of the varying moods Of this
strange creature.
AS to Edna, she studied for an hour
and started to find her friend again,
thinking of Raymond's handsome face
despite herself, and Raymond's anxious
wish that the obstacles to their union
were removed-that word would
come" and the suspense of waiting be
alleviated.
"Oh, Edna! Miss Chandler wishes to
see you at once" spoke a FELLOWSHIP
dent, as Edna crossed the hall.
Particularly" murmured Edna, with
a smile.
Every much so. She sent me for you,
and seemed greatly excited. Some
thing has happened; don't know what,
but she acted very much agitated."
Yes, something" had happened, and
Edna Deane knew what, a few min
utes later.
Something had happened in way
directly in accordance with her
thoughts and Raymond Marshall's i'm
patient desires.
Word" had come!
CHAPTER II.