Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1853-09-17

dows, it seemed to be full of tiny creatures
little fairies, and oh they were so beau
tful-they were full of fun and trolic dan
cling round and round, and rolling over and
overland they all looked at me SO pleasant
and roguish. Then they all vanished, and
pretty soon the sunlight looked as il it were
stream of little golden bells rolling on
like river, and ! could hear the sweetest
music imaginable; but so faint, so far away
real fairy music. Then | wished | was
a poetess, and tried to make some lines,
and had got so far,
Oh, the golden bells of sundown
Are Ginning soft and clear
Oh, the golden bells Of sundown
Fall sweetly on my ear.
Oh, the golden bells of sundown
Are rolling through the air,
Oh, the golden bells Of sundown--
when your entrance broke the charm, and
forgot what the next line was to be-"
"Ha, hs, ha," laughed her father, putting
aside her curls, and mprinting kiss on
her forehead. "1he little fairies were
choosing you for their queen, my little day
dreamer-the queen OF the fairies, ha, ha,
my queen of hearts-so all the young gen.
tlemen swear; by the by, the season is al
most gone and you still free; now does it
happen that OF all your lovers there has
none of them caught my pretty bird 2"
Fanny made no answer, but looked down
and bushpd.
"What was the fault with young Clifton ?
you know there's not finer youth-and
he is likewise an heir"
s'He was too boyish for me-" was the an
Swer she made, still keeping her eyes fixed
upon the floor.
"But there were others fond and devoted
who were not boyish. There was We'll
ford, rich aud handsome; Harry Edwards,
always gay and agreeable, and that quiet
young chevaler, Arthur Dale, who would
sit and gaze at you with his large, hand
some black eyes"
The very mention Of his name sent the
blood to her cheek, sufusing her face with
a deep blush. She hung down her head to
prevent her father fIom seeing the effect
caused by the name of Arthur Dale, but bis
quick eye detected the blush, and he smi.
lingly inquired the cause.
"Blush oh, dear papa, you must be MIS-
taken," she evasively replied, sit must be
the ruddy glow Of the setting sun-for dom
you see how crimson bis lingering rays are
see how gorgeousIy it tints the landscape;'
and she pointed to the beautiful gardeI
visible from the windows.
Her father smiled and was silent mo
ment, then pushing back the curls from he
brow, said spriously-
"Well, Fanny, am glad il was onl,
the reflected rays of the sun. | wonder
how you could refuse all those fine youn!
men, am afraid you are rather fastidious
but as you find so much difficulty in maxim
a choice, have selected one for you; on
that is worth dozen of those you refused
There is not finer young man in all Chris
tendon, Pll be bound TO say -; nor one tha
| should take more pride in calling my son
in-law; he will be here week from 10
day to WOO and TO win you, and during th
intervening time you must make up you
mind to be as happy as queen. That day
dream of yours meant something after all.
This decision Of her fathers fell wit
stunng effect upon her-she became q
pale as she had been red before, and CLASP
ing her fathers hands, looked up into b
face with her eyes filled with tears.
ooh, father, dear father implore 20
give me my choice-I cannot wed one
have never seen-I cannot love him"
awe will See," said he, interrup,ing he
and rising from his seat "perhaps you wi
love him-at any rate it is my desire th
you receive him as your future husband
So saying this, and imprinting another XII
7. upon her forehead he hastily left the roor
That night brought no sleep to her eye
she tossed uneasily on her downy couc
and bedewed the pillow with her tears
Early the next morning she started for tt
city, and seeking Arthur Dale inlorme
him of her fathers decision.
"Fanuy," said he, taking her hand
- his, 81 have not wealth, as my rival ha
but l love you with all the ardor mort
can love-wihout you life would be
= blank with him you would have veal
with me poverty. l will sacrifice n
own happiness to render you happy"
"No, Arthur, do not wish you TO {
that-you are not poor to me-you have
wealth of love, and that would make me
happy as could wish 10 be. l will bra
the anger of my father and be yours, a
only yours"
~ Arthur Dale was noble young man
OF three and twenty; brave, talented a
of handsome, endowed with all of natur
ri best gifts-nothng was wanting save wealt
he He loved Fanny May with all the fervor
les his generous soul, and his love was reel
oft rocated; but he had not dared to ask OF A
May the hand of his daughter, which
ye, knew would be refused, owing to the b
ng rier between them and .he decision oil
'ut father filled him with grief. But th
of knew of way TO secure their happin'
md and they determined TO put it into exc
The ton.
she Two days passed. When the clock t,
lin ed the hour Of twelve, on the third nigh
ca light was visible in Fanny's department
twinkled few moments at the window
eli then disappeared; at that moment ch;
led drove softly up to the garden gate, an
ing young man alighted from it. Entering
the garden he approached the mansion, ant
a moment Fanny May was in his arms
mi "Arthur, dear Arthur, oh what am /
ing" she whispered, ''thus to deceive
.ko daar taiher7 Nh I gbslt | SO his love