The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1907-06-07

SUI III WHITE Silllu SO"A, VAIN q
necklace of .milk-white pearls about
her softly rounded throat. She was
pulling the petals from red rose and
smiling roguishly out OF the frame.
l had always been in love with her
from the time | used to spend my
schoolboy holidays at the manor until,
rs young man l ran down to ker-
sey for weekends, ostensibly to see
my Aunt Elizabeth, in reality to spend
most Of the time before the great fire
place in the dining-room, blowing rings
toward the ceiling and dreaming as
watched Marianne dropping the petals
of her crimson rose.
Il am going to have a house party
on the 25th of June" wrote my aunt,
land you must not fail me, my dear
Reginald. shall refuse to take no
for an answer"
This was OF the nature of sum-
mons to Windsor castle, and I dared
not disobey. Besides, did not alto
gether object to a house party at
kersey manor in rose time. However,
at the last minute I was delayed, and
it was not until the evening of the
26th that drove up the oak-lined ave-
nue. in the soft moonlight. My aunt
met me in the great hall.
They are having tableaux in the
mushroom" she said. will you come
there as soon as you have changed?"
The light was turned low as
softly entered and stood unobserved
In the back Of the mushroom. There
was hush over the audience as the
curtain was drawn to reveal lovely
picture. My cousin, Jeanne, smiled
winsOmely out Of the frame as the
Countess Potocka in the famous por-
trait that is familiar to every one.
The clapping of hands drowned the
little murmur of admiration as the
curtain was drawn over it. My cousin,
Jeanne. evidently could not endure the
ordeal of keeping still to be looked at
again, so the encOring died away and
the low murmur of conversation was
resumed.
Suddenly the conversation ceased;
the curtain was about to be drawn for
the next picture. and turned per-
functOrily toward the little stage
lrg gave great start and clasped
the back Of the chair in front of me.
l could see the sheen of her white
satin gown, the long necklace of
pearls about her snowy throat. 1t was
Marianne, but a living, breathing Mar
lame
Suddenly the lights fared up, the
buzz of conversation grew louder,
everyone was talking at once about
the tableauN. One or two old friends
saw me and came to welcome me, so
it was several minutes before | could
make my way to my aunt
Aunt Elizabeth" demanded, pre-
sent me, | beg, to the lady Of Kersey
manor. Where did you find her? Did
she step down from the frame to-day?
How did it all happen?"
Even as I spoke Marianne came by,
Marianne in her white satin gown,
her shimmering pearls and the red
lose still in her hand.
"Marian,' cried my aunt. "Stop q
moment while | present your cousin,
Reginald
| bowed low. I felt that | ought
to have a plumed hat to sweep the
floor before this lady of an olden
time.
why did YOU not come down from
your frame before?" asked. Il have
waited for you for years, centuries,
aeons, and l have been so lonely,
though knew you would come at
last, Marianne, lady of kersey ma
nor.
She smiled ravishinely and looked
at my aunt questioningly.
He is our court JESTER" the lat
ter replied with a smile
But I am not jesting." I cried,
with mock solemnity She is Mari.
anne, Marianne of the portrait" I in.
sisted. Deny it If you dare"
Yes, she is Marian" my aunt &C.
knowledged. But. Marian, the great
great-grandniece of the lady of Ker-
sey manor and your distant cousin"
mot at all" l begged to differ.
"She is Marianne herself, Marianne
who sat to Gainsborough. Marianne
who pulled red rose and flung the
petals at her feet-you are, aren't Won.
Marianne?"
Aunt Elizabeth smiled indulgent,v
"You must not mind your cousin" she
said. He is harmless. but am con-
vinced he is quite mad
Then some young upstart bore off
my Marianne for the cotillon. If
could not dance it with her | show
cred her with favors and danced with
no one else. When she mischievous-
~ brought me TESTERS cap, and
bells in one figure. I put it on re.
luctantly.
II The next morning we walked in
the garden together just as we used
to do In the old days, and I gath.
cred her roses. We flung bread
Vi crumbs to the trout that rose ereedi,v
( to snatch them, and We pelted the
cross old peacock with flowers, and
&sthen we leaned on the sun.dial and
4 gMarianne's taper finger traced the
letters of the carved inscription lust
as l had dreamed of her doing. Her
hair curled riotously, bewitching]v
aa5about her face that was flushed like
1.-The petals of a pink rose, as she bent
over the letters.
:. DO you know, Marianne" l said.
that this is not the first time Won
and | have leaned on this sun-dial
y, Sometimes it has been in the pale
\ moonshine when the garden was
turned to silver and the roses, dew
drenched, filled the air with their