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me. What Would he say II he found
me married to Il 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 l 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 hundretlth time. hut 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 so now," spoke Edna ut last
why! have been here nearly half
an hour. l wanted to tell you about
the reception tomorrow evening. Mr..
Brinsley is to take me- He is Miss
Chandler's cousin, and want to please
her"
Raymoilds eyes showed a rising
token Of jealousy, but he was prudent
ly silent.
"lf he does not go shall write YOU.
and you must be my knight -crrant l
hope he does not. Goodbye. No!
Beatrice is looking this way. Be pa
tient, Raymond. and above :,ll, do make
some progress on that tiresome, never
to-be-tinished picture"
She was gone as she had come. like
a flashing. dainty sprite. RAYMOND
Marshall followed her with his eyes,
until the bushes shut out the remotcst
view of her pretty, nodding cap.
"Pcture!' he murmured, with a sigh.
| rs he packed up stool and easel. WHO
could paint with such Il 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 a
contidante Of Beatrice Mercer. How
distrust her..
Yes, Miss Beatrice Mercer was Il
thorn in the artists side. Why, he
could scarcely explain. She was pretty,
young, apparently devoted to his fian-
Gee, but more than once he had caught
her eyes fixed on Edna with Il latent,
baleful light, upon himself with pas
sionate, pleading expression that mys-
titled, repulsed him. he knew not why.
But all this would soon end; ah, YES.
1t must soon end. The mystery of his
tiancee must some time cease to be a
mystery. 1t was not All unusual case.
1t would probably have Il 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 tritles of tho 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
chatterlng the way back to the semi
nary.
Miss Mercer went straight to her own
room. If Edna had seen her as she
threw herself OH her bed and lay CON
vulsed in n paroxysm of tears of rage,
and emotion for over an hour, she
might not vainly have guessed ut 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 o. Raymonl's handsome face
despite herself, and Raymond's anxious
wish that the obstacles to their union
/
come" and the suspense of waiting be
alleviated.
"Oh, Edna! Miss Chandler wishes tc
see you at once" spoke Il fellow-stu
dent. as Edna crossed the hall
"Particularly?" murmured Edna, with
smile.
Very much so. She sent me for you
and seemed greatly excited. Some
thing has happencd; don't know what
but she acted very much agitatcd."
Yes, something had happened, ant
Edna Deane knew what, few min
utcs later.
Something had happened in wa!
directly in accordance with he
thoughts and Raymond NIarshalrs i'm
patient desires.
Word" had come!
CHAPTER III,