The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1896-08-26
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LOVES YOUNG DREAM.

LOVES YOUNG DREAM
The sky was vault Of fleckless blue,
the sun great cleaning sapphire, the
air bracing as pure wine, and the rale
autumnal day was drawing to a close.
Hopedale was peaceful hamlet, Du'
beyond it's kind In certainly one pro,
Rressive point-it had young ladles
seminary OF unusual excellence, ana
young man of more than usual acumep
was enjoying the beautiful day ana TAX.
ing In the distant turrets and peaks o.
the institute OF learning in question al
that eyentful hour, for him, when oul
story opens. So,
He had the look Of an artist, and the
eouipment of an artist surrounded him.
He had chosen the slope Of wooded
grove for his camp. stool, and had sci
his easel facing the village. The fam
ing leaves of a broad-spreading tree
sheltered him. Air, earth and sky were
In harmony with the artistic impulse,
but lust 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. It 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. Il wonder if she will Gomez"
His words were a sigh Of longing and
anxiety, and he continued to gaze at the
distant turrets as if she" was 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 quiver OF branches
overhead, and down came a hundred
futtering leaves.
Caught in a shower, Mr.. Dreamer!
laughed q bright, bell-like voice. is
this the way you work at the great pic
trre that is to charm the world?"
"Edna!"
Over went stool and easel as the
young man sprang to his feet, as II 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 his
proud-looking eyes down into responsive
ones brighter yet, while he clasped the
hands, both hands, that had shaken the
bough overhead, sending earthward the
fiuttering messengers Of mischief.
Il so wanted to see you!" 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-taced young fellow,
all soul, all art, all love, for they were
afianced, yet her tones n ere tender
reproach, a mock serious mandate, as
his eager lips came trifle 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 a roguisk 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, girl o. her own age
was toying with the rattling tops OF the
blanched golden rod.
WAS 1t necessary he began, and
then he uttered, quite testify: Always
that girl"
raymond! how dare you'" came the
spirited Interpolation, and Miss Edna
Deane showed the fire Of her quick ma
ture in sudden, indignant flash OF those
captivating eyes. Beatrice Mercer is
my friend.
Il wish she wasn't. OF all your as.
sociates nstrust her the most, ven-
tured Raymond Marshall.
You ought 10 be ashamed" com.
mented Miss Tyrant, severely, 1anc
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
its sacred precincts unless accompanied
by one Of the teachers. Poor Beatrice
has to teach for her tuition, and they in.
vest her with the dignity and judgment
of duenna. So. when I told Miss
Chandler. the principal, that had the
headache, that thought I spied you sc
lonesome and industrious over here, anC
felt that the encouragement Of my
criticism on your beautiful picture
might hurry up its completion, she re.
luctantly admitted that such proceed.
ing would be quite proper if Beatrice
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
nnd soon we shal ha<e-no friend, chap.
eron or duenna to mar the compile, eness
of happiness. Eh, my little love!"
Edna's head had dropped on heI
breast, and she shook her head slowly
If only-if only Miss Chandler would
Speak
Yes, interrupted Raymond, excited
"; If she would only speak: just iooF
ut it, Here we are, two loving, har.
monious souls. l think the world OF
you, and you take pity on me, and nope
to make me famous some day bJ mar
ryinr me and securing the right to order
me to work. My family are delighted
with YOU. Even prim Miss Chandler
acknowledged it would be cruel to par
ia, but-that dreadful mystery. Sh'
cannot consent because she is not rel
atiye. She cannot secure relative
consent. because she does not know an.
such. Was there ever such Sickle
for propriety--was there ever such
maddening muddle?"
Eona's mana rested o1ingly on
her lovers arm, as his face clouded.
"Oh! it is not quite desperate, she
spoke cheerily Let US 20 over the
real facts Of the case, Raymond. and be