The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1893-01-05

perfectly pallid but almost luminous,
the only blush about her being that
great bunch Of blush-roses in her
hand; the maid-of-honor to some
bride, as she walked down the aisle of
the church, she trod on the flowers
scattered there, and never dreamed
that she trod on Scott Surveys heart
as we'll. For, in the instant o. her
turning, that heart had been cast at
her feet.
He had been passing the church
with an acquaintance, when the car
riages and the awning and the carpet
had caught his friends eye, and
Akron had exclaimed:
"Oh, now, see here? And quite
overlooked it. It's the wedding of Lu
McIlvaine. Just stepin this side door
we shan't be seem"
And they had done so; and Fate in
that moment had uttered one of her
keenest ironies; for Scott Surrey was
an insurance clerk on salary of
$1,40O year, and Rosamond
Knight was the daughter OF man
worth couple of millions.
"Who is she?" he asked, breathless-
$50 you're hard hit, too," said he
otis no use, Scott. You only join
the undistinguished herd. She's for
your betters. She walks on air, and
won't look at anything less than a
prince royal"
"But who is she?"
"Ah, you won't be deferred? Then
I'll take you there. just to let you
see the impossible. Why, the girl
spends three thousand q year
on her clothes. She's my cousin,
Rosemond Knight. At least, her
step-father's my cousin; although
Pm none the better for the duffer. If
she marries to please him, she's his
heir. He's persuaded now that I
don't want his step-daughter, and
don't want his money, and so have
the freedom of the Knight bungalow.
Come around at 5, and I'll take you
there for a cup of tea, if you really
want your wings singed."
He presented himself punctually at
Akron's rooms that afternoon, and
he had little more idea of what hap
pened afterward than those usually
do who are walking in dream. He
was only conscious of rich, soft light,
fragrance OF flowers, of antique rugs
under foot, of painting here, a statue
there; of onyx and gliding and Sevres,
of a smiling, grayhaired woman, of
various other forms and shadows, of
the young goddess, not now in milky
satin, but in some soft deshabille of q
tea-gown; and he might have hoped
that he acquitted himself like a man,
but he simply felt like a disembodied
spirit.
But Scott heard nothing of that, OF
course. He was far above anything
of the sort. He contrived to keep
himself just enough on earth to carry
the thread of an idea that Rosamond
rode in the park tomorrow, at time
that would be after Office hours that
day. And what a singular coincidence
it was that he should meet her there
next day!
Rosam ond had allowed it to escape
her, too, that she was to attend the
private view of the new loan collec.
ton at the Metropolitan the
next day. Scott knew somebody who
knew somebody else who knew Gen.
Cesnola; he did not waste moment
in procuring an admission. How the
work at the insurance Office was done
that day, goodness knows; Scott
Surrey knew nothing about it. He
only knew that there were all the cold
white forms glowing with their i'm
mortal beauty, and here was this girl
mounting the staircase, more beauti-
full than one of themselves, almost as
white, but moving, breathing, glowing,
pronouncing his name with a sweet
surprise, and letting the waxen lids
fall over the violet eyes, till the long
lashes swept the cheeks and called up
ghost of color there. They paused
on their way to the pictures, and
| leaned over one of the cases con-
| tanning those ornaments that decked
some fine beauty of day thousands
of years before.
Scott did not see Rosamond now
for three or four days. There was a
stress of work at the Office, and the
best men were kept at their desks un-
til 1t was too late an hour to attempt
| anything else. And the first thing that
brought him to his senses was when,
meeting her, he received q formal and
lofty acknowledgement as she passed
on, and nothing more. And as hehad
mounted like Phaeton, he fell like
Phaeton, and when he opened
his eyes after the crash he saw
where he was. In love with g. lady oil
high degree" There was a man
OF the north countree sung Akron,
when he saw his face, "WeIl | am glad
you've walked SO early"
"Glad I've walked? What in the
world are you thinking about ,Akron?''
ooh, I've been there myself. Not
IN the house of Rosamond, though
! know too much to fall in love with