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forebodings of the future. Let me enjoy the sunshine while it lasts. What shall I say to my father?--what will he say to me when he learns who was the companion of my lonely mountain stroll, and the rider at my bridle-rein during all the long, dangerous descent? I fear he will be angry and hurry me away immediately; and yet, with his discrimination, I think he must discern the vast superiority of Edgar Lindenwood to that low-bred, mean-souled Malcome. "But it is time this record should end, for twilight approaches, and the shadows of the great mountains darken over the valley." She closed her journal just as Ellen Williams, returned from her excursion, burst into the room. She flung her arms around Florence, and covered her with frantic kisses. "O, I am so glad to have you safely back!" she exclaimed; "I feared I should never behold you again. How did you live through a night like last on that dreadful mountain-top?" "We had a comfortable shelter," said Florence, returning her friend's warm embraces. "Did you wish you were down here in the valley, when the awful storm overtook you?" "No, indeed," answered Florence; "my courage rose above all difficulties. O, Ellen! you know not what you lost, when, chilled by the blasts that swept Mount Franklin, you grew discouraged and turned back." "So Ned tells me," said Ellen; "but I saw sublimity enough from Mount Willard to fill my little soul with rapture, though I had no artist-companion at my side to point out the grandest views to my untaught vision." Here she fixed an arch glance on Florence, who blushed slightly as she said: "I do not understand your quizzical looks." "Probably not," returned Ellen, in a pleasant, bantering tone; "and if I should tell you Mr. Lindenwood, the young artist of whom I spoke to you at Niagara, had made his appearance in these regions, no doubt you would express appropriate surprise at the information. However, your father has been impressed with his appearance, and sought an introduction. I saw them in the parlor but a moment since, engaged in conversation." "Is it possible?" said Florence, her eyes lighting with pleasure. "Why, very possible," returned Ellen, "and they seemed mutually pleased with each other. Come, let us make ready and go down. I promised Ned to return in five minutes." The young ladies descended to the parlor, where Florence beheld her father standing before a table, with Edgar at his side, exami
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