Year: 1873

wonderfully beautiful shore of Edsviken,
lies the parsonage of Danderyd


It is inconvenient, to be sure, that
the parsonage itself is nearly three miles
and half distant from the church,
but parsonage can scarcely have a
more beautiful and romantic situation
within Upland and Roslagen. The
garden, richly provided with berry-bush-
cs and lilac he'd ges, lies close by the
house, and beautiful rich meadow
extended between this garden and the
shore. BY the shore are few thrifty
trees, between which the playing
waves of Edsvikcn can be seen, which
together with the higher woodland, sit
uated on the other side of the bay,
make the view from the parsonage very
delightful and pleasant On the spa
scious grass-plat in front Of the house,
which lately had been rebuilt, and
thereby received far more elegant ap-
pearance than it had before, were stand
ing some large chestnut trees.


When it is midsummer and the
chestnuts were in bloom, it is very
pleasant to sit under the roof Of shift
ing green and white, formed by the TO-
liage of the trees. 1t is here that the
parsons family usually come to drink
their coffee and occupy themselves with
sewing, knitting and so FORTH


When the parson has company, it is
50 convenient to conduct the welcome
guests under the shade Of the chestnut
trees and there place table: provided
with the life-giving punch bottle, and
the glasses ranged around, which are
diligently filed and emptied with COM
mon hilarity while at the same time
you drink health and life out of the
spruce trees standing near the road,
rich Of playing winds and songs of hap
py birds.


Under the shade Of these trees was
sitting, about Two years after the events
narrated in the last chapter, tall girl,
twenty years old, dressed in blue-check.
cred blouse, with green sash of moroc-
co around her waist. The rich shade
Of the trees made hat unnecessary
so that you had free opportunity to ad-
mire the food Of rich blonde curls.
which waved around the most beautiful
features. But there lurked something
which showed indescribable suffering
in this beautiful face, which changed
color time and again, as the summer
evening sky changes various colors be-
fore the sun sets.


Sometimes she looked down on the
work wherewith she was occupied,
sometimes she leaned her forehead
against her hand, as if sunk in dreams,
sometimes she arose, laid her hand on
her breast, and breathed heavily. and
then she returned to her work.


Miss Anna," cried an old woman's
voice out Of an open. window, " there
comes boat on the bay. it is certainly
from Ulriks dale, because invalids are
rowing; young man sits at the helm
old eyes see always farther than
young"


The girl under the tree, startled at
these words, took her work, hastened
down into the garden and concealed
herself in lilac hedge, the flowers of
which were already taking farewell Of
the summer.


"What is the poor girl running
for :" muttered the voice in the win
dow, only she hears one speak of a
man, she hurries away like the sheep
from the wolf-our Stockholm ladies do
not generally do that way-stupid, if
we should have company now, when
father is away-the blessed parish vis-
its!"





She, who bad spoken and was no
less a person than Mrs. parson herself,
came now into the yard, shaded her