Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1852-01-07
From the National Era,
FANNY;
a. Tale from real Life.
bY .aRACE GREENyYoOp.

aanf Ansthl sloou al The window while
she sun WIS seiting-an open, French win.
dow, whose flowing white curtain half hid
Tue slender forvn OF the young girl. She
was hot LOOMING towards the west, though
theFunset pageant was beautiful TO behold
Tshe was sooking toward the east, not al
the shadewy sky, not at the dark, forest
tscrowsd mis-, nut far away down the dusty
Toads with her lovely smiling expectant
eyes The gold and crimson of sunset
passed away, the dews and shades of twi.
light came on--and still Fanny stood al The
window servant entered and lu The
lamps. anu, as he went out, booked back at
ehe tar g'fi with q pleasant, knowing smile;
u'e" Tahsays ta0ther caRae in--quitely ar
ranged slightly disordered table-looked
a per abstracted daughter silently, but with
fond, proud, most nothe,lvS eYpress;on
and passed from the ROOM
The twilight deepened. and the stars oc.
S'orious June evening came out ia heaven,
Fanny steps through the omen window
into the piazza, and bends forward = ~.
'ently, Surely she hears lie distant gallon
of horse! Yes, now il comes acr,,ss ,l,p
bridge, down in the ravine now :, as.
cends the hii-now comes he oleam of !,
white horse dashing up the road nroe5 bv
an eager riders and Fanny Austin ,urns
quickly, and re-enters the parlor. where she
dem,lreiy seats herself at q table, and takes
up book.
Through how many twilights during the
past year had Fanny waited and watched
lor lhe coming of that milk white steed -
one mad grown TO know his gallon across
me bridge as well as she knew the voice of
ms master. Fanny's lover lived in the civ.
nve miles away-and in all seasons and ali
Weatners came to visit his liege lady on his
iaVorlte horse, beautiful and powerful
animal. But this was The last Time thar
Fanny would watch with loving anxious
ness at that eastern window for the coming
OF the bold, Itnpetuous rider-for tomorrow |
they were 10 be married.
sweet ideal OF early womanhood was |
Fanny al that moment, with her love raidi.
alIng face bent over her book, of whose
contents she saw not a word-with the for.
ward tall of her light, wavy hair. half shad-
ang her shy, tender, soft blue eyes-wi,h
the tremu.ous play OF her parted Inns and
the vivid flushing of her fair rounded cheek.
She was dressed with childike SIMPLICITY.
IN lawn OF that most delicate blue we see
IN the Tar sky--with flowing sleeves, half
revealing arms offiultIess symmetry. Her
white neck was uncovered, and, in place of
brooch, she wore at her bosom bunch
ofpale blush roses. How her high beating
heart rocked them and shook out their per
fumes how eoquently, how fifty, her
dove spoke in the rise aud fall of those rose
buds, and breathed in the fragrance they
exhaled
There is quick step in the hall without
EE1hs e door g flung open! Let us look up
lss with the Boston and n. Y. teahBoas ihres.
AYork. -
me s45 and Rsafi robust-a face n,elIectt-
sfyyl handsome though exceedingly fresh and
youlhful-the full red lips all smiles, the
large brown eyes all teuderness-a deep
flush on the slightly bronzed cheek-the
dark curly hair some what dsordered and
blown about the broad brow by The fresh
night wind; so stood Henry Lester-but
only for an instant stood, little blinded by
the light-then stepped joyfulIy forward.
Fanny rose, half fond, half tearfully, The
passion of the woman at strife with the shy
ness of the child, 10 meet his glad embrace.
"You are late Tonight, dearest, she said,
in an in inqulring tone.
eyes; my groomsman, Charles Mason,
came 20 night ! had not seen him for
nearly year, and SO we had many things
10 talk about. never liked the fellow SO
we'll Indeed. believe | like all my
friends the better for loving you SO truly,
Fanny Like Juliet, the more | give, the
more have to give"
"Such dear Henry, is the infinite, divine
nature of love. Did you find the evening
pleasant"
ssGlorious! The air was both soft and
inviaorating, the starlight is very pure, and
ahere is tfifie Of moon, you know, just
enough 10 swear by. Oh, Fanny. ! never
was SO happy as tonight. My heart was
as the heart OF child, trimming aud bub-
bling over with happiness. | sung in rid
ing through the dark pine woods some wild
tune, and know not, THE words, little be-
sides your name, believe, took off my
cap aud let the winds frolic as they would
with my hair; feel now Fanny, and see how
damp It is with dew"
Fanny laid her baud caressingly among
the shining cuHs, then drew il away with
blush, willie her lover continued
& renlained so uuspeakaDle happy,soDe-
sime urging On Selim at a furious rate, the
sooner to Guench the hot thirst Of my heart |
IA your presence, sometimes checking him |
up and sitting quite still, 70 LEI the great
waves Of Joy dash over me. tall came 10
she burial ground on the hiIi beyond the ra-
gine. had passed this hundred times
with only shadowing OF my heart, as a
swift stream is shadowed by flowing under
a willow, but TO night, at the first sight OF
the cleaning, ghnslly tonb-stones, reeled
ID my saddle and groaned aloud"
.Why SO, dear Henryg'
tsisecause, love, remembered that you
were mortal, and not one of Gods own i'm
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