From Farm to Fortune, or, Only a Farmer's Daughter — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. No. 1. whispered irritably. Eentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. Entered According to Act of Congress in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. NEW YORK, September 20, Price Five Cents. -_—— 1900. From Farm to Fortune: : OR, ONLY A FARMER’S DAUGHTER. By GRACE SHIRLEY. Sis 0: 92314 ae THE DAISY CHAIN. There was hardly a ripple on the Saher air as Marion Marlowe walked slowly along the dusty country road. picking a daisy here and there and linking them together in an artistic mannet. When the chain was finished she swung it lightly in her hand, notwithstanding the fact that each link held one of her heart secrets interwoven in the form of a wish. as she fashioned the frail necklace. She paused for a moment upon the brow of the steep hill behind her father’s farm, and pushing the gingham sunbonnet back from her face, took her usual evening glance over the surrounding country, “Same old hills! Same old trees!” she “And always that hid- eous old Poor Farm staring one in the face! Oh, I’m just sick of country life and a horrid farm! Why couldn’t I have been born something besides a farmer’s daugh- Pel oo The view w hich Marion a ‘upon was not altogether unlovely, but the hills were steep and the pastures were écorched_and the Poor Farm, always a blot upon the peaceful picture, stood out with aggressive ugliness in the keen glow of sunset. Just over the brow of a low hill rose a curling line of smoke. It came from the chimney of the little station where the Bos- ton and New York Express stopped morn- ing and evening, the only connecting link. between them and Civilization. Marion Marlowe Was seventeen and superbly handsome. Her twin sister was fairer, more childish and a trifle smaller, but both were far more beautiful country maidens. than most ¢ As Marion spoke, her COMmMICDOOKS-EGO mn