The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1893-05-18
CHAPTER I.

beyond its kind in certainty one pro-
gressive point-it had young ladies'
seminary of unusual excellence, and a
young man of more than usual acumen
was enjoying the beautiful day and
taking in the distant turrets and peaks
of the institute of learning in question
at that eventful hour, for him, when
our story opens.
He had the look of an artist, and the
equipment of an artist surrounded him.
He had chosen the slope of wooded
grove for his camp-stool, and had set
his easel facing the village The fam
ing leaves of broad-spreading tree
sheltered him. Air, earth and sky were
in harmony with the artistic impulse,
but just now he seemed in thoughtful
rather than an active mood.
His brush had fallen to his side, and
the canvas showed only a few lazy
patches of color. 1t seemed as II he
had come out to paint nature and had
been shamed from feeble effort by the
glorious brush of nature itself. The
sun, which dashed the white villas with
pale gold, made the sumacS great
ensanguined blur of crimson, and,
mingling with the vari-colored tree
tops, produced those exquisite shades
and alterations of color and beautiful
effects which no pen has ever yet de-
scribed, no brush ever yet delineated.
Il wish she would come" he MUIR
INJURED. II wonder if she will conner
His words were sigh of longing. and
anxiety, and he continued to gaze at the
distant turrets as if ''she" was a fairy,
with power to fly straight through the
air to his side.
There was rustling among the dry
twigs back of him, but he did not heed
1t. Then there was a CULVER of branches
overhead, and down came hundred
fiuttering leaves
Caught in a shower, Mr.. Dreamer"
laughed bright, bell-like voice rs
this the way you work at the great
picture that is to charm the wOrld?'
'Edna!"
Over went stool and easel as the
young man sprang to his feet as if
from an electric shock. Red as the red,
red leaves strewn about him flushed
the handsome face, and brighter than
the crystal rays of sunshine glowed
lis proud-looking eyes down into re-
spOnsive ones brighter yet, while he
clasped the hands, both hands, that
had shaken the bough overhead, send
ing earthward the t1uttering messen-
gers Of mischief.
Il so wanted to see your he breathed,
thrilling at the trustful glance Of those
pure eyes.
And / so wanted to see you, but
Raymond"'
He was a privileged character, this
athletic, handsome-faced young fellow,
all soul, all art, all love, for they We're
affianced, yet her tones were a tender
| reproach, mock serious mandate, as
his eager lips came trif1e dangerously
near sweeping her velvety cheek. She
had managed to shrink back and dis
engage her hand, and with the tip of
one pearly pink finger she pointed back
the way she had come.
There was q roguish twinkle in her
eye, as Raymond Marshall stole quick
glance in the direction indicated. He
frowned and groaned, dolefully but
submissively.
His visitor had not come unattended.
Back in the grove a girl of her own
age was toying with the rafting tops
of the blanched golden rod.
"Was it necessary" he began, and
then he uttered, quite testify: always
that girl!'
Raymond! how dare your came
the spirited Interpolation, and Miss
Edna Deane showed the fire of her
quick nature in a sudden, indignant
fash of those captivating eyes. ''Bea-
trice Mercer is my friend"
Il wish she wasn't. OF all your as
sociates l distrust her the most" ven
tured Raymond Marshall.
You ought to be ashamedv COM
, mented Miss Tyrant, severely, land
you ought to feel grateful to her, in
stead of otherwise"
"Grateful?"
''Yes; that is if you really care about
seeing me. You know the rules of the
seminary. No young lady may leave
it's sacred precincts unless accompanied
by one of the teachers. Poor Beatrice
has to teach for her tuition, and they
| invest her with the dignity and judg-
| ment of a duenna. So, when / told
Miss Chandler, the principal, that had
| the headache, that thought / spied
| you so lonesome and Industrious over
| here, and felt that the encouragement
/ of my criticism on your beautiful pict-
ure might hurry up its completion, she
reluctantly admitted that such pro-
| ceeding would be quite proper if Bea-
| lriee accompanied me-"
Raymond Marshall WINGED at the
thrust at his Incidence. He frightened
| up, however, as he said:
Never mind. All that will soon end,
! and soon we shall have no friend, chap
! eron or duenna to mar the complete
| ness Of happiness. Eth, my little lover
Edna's head had dropped on her
| breast, and she shook her head slowly.
eff only-if only Miss Chandler would
! speak"
YES" interrupted Raymond, excited
ly; 'if she would only speak. Just look
! at it! Here we are, two loving, har-
monious souls. ] think the world of
you, and you take pity on Inc, and hope
10 make Inc famous some day by mar
lying me and securing the right to
order me to work. My family are de
lighted with you. Even prim Miss
Chandled acknowledged it would be
cruel to part US, but-that dreadful
mystery! She cannot consent because
she is q relative. She cannot secure a
relatives consent, because she does
not know any such, Was there ever
such stickler for propriety-was there
ever such maddening muddle"
! Ednas hand rested consolingly on
her lovers arm, as his face clouded.
"Oh! it is not quite desperate" she
spoke cheerily Let us go over the
real facts of the case, Raymond, and
be patient. Here l am, nobody, 4
girl from nowhere. seem to have
been placed at the seminary here al
ten years of age, without memory
Of early childhood. Miss Chandler says
mysterious gentleman brought me
here, paid ten years tuition and board
in advance for me, and-that's all"
mot letter since-not visit SINGER
Not even o hint. Here ! was left
Was / an orphan, was I Abandoned
here, or was the mysterious gentleman
my father, who, for lack of a dea6
mothers care, placed me here for safe
keeping. and going out into the world
TO forget his sorrows or win p fortune
died with the secret Of my identity
locked in bis bosom?'
And nsWT' MnrmuFed Raymond, hi'
l Iouo1 hoo nj nafiner with Ysar1nxunH cxrTll