The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1867-08-20

G 4Ai1 h9t nave Afttica more HAfctae1lil . j
i shs baa purposeiy deeigaed 70 wiu
the love 81 tile lastihlons Paul Vincent,
for her careless Independence fmanner
ana ihe frank freedom of her speech
completely captisaied his heart
Aud So, though be had yet no reason
to thiuk that Fanny cared aaght foi
hsm,yet hr j ternned, dPossiblc,to win
her love: for underneath ber indepen-
denee q manner be saw that she poss-
essed heart capable Of tho most deTot-
ed attachment
Two weeks more OF boating and rid
ing had elapsed. On the morrow the
two Young men were 10 depart The
last night bad come--a beautiful August
evening with the moon walking high IN
the heavens, and bathing the earth with
a soft food Of light, Paul Vincent saun-
tered into the situng-room, where the
farmer and wife and Fanny sat
so you must leave us, s,to-morrow,my
young friendl" said Mr. Randall 1--WE
shall miss you; for we've had a lively
time Of it since you and Dick have been
here. The girls won't go fishing much,
reckon, after you're gone.
"Mhy not father" said Fanny,
speaking quickly, with flushing face.
"Ah, you konw best, Fanny" replied
her father, smiling. Its pleasant to
have company, isn't it Fanny he adj
ded.
"Oh yes, it is pleasant to have com
pany," she replied; but then one can
DO without you know
Eyes, Miss Fanny can, know" re-
piled; the young man. "She prefers
solitude"
"Oh.no, you are mistaken !" said her
mother; Fanny is very fond of society
and It's dull enough for young folks
here in the country"
Where is Dick?" asked Paul, to
change the conversation, which he saw
did not please Fanny.
"He went out with Alice some time
since, replied the farmers wife.
The young man stepped ont into the
moonlight, saying
Come, Miss Fanny, will you not help
me seek the truantsy
mo. am very tired. Pray, excuse
me, she replied, curly.
Paul Vincent bit hls lips and went
down the broad walk alone.
"Why, Fanny girl, why didn't you
walk with the young man 7" inquired
her father, looking sharply at her, and
surprised at her answer.
@Oh. l am tired, and my head aches, !"
she said, turning heliiac 10 the window
MS she spoke.
II Thought YOU hadn't seemed vel
these two or three days back, Fanny,
said her mother. I'll make you some
herb tea, and you had better 60 right
to bed now. Ill bring the tea up to
you."
"No. no, mother It isn't as bad MS
that, she said, quickly "It viii be
better by-and-byi and besides, it is only
eight o'clock. couldn't go to sleep ii
| retired. / will wait for Alice.
An hour later Paul Vincent came
back to the house, and through the
open window he saw that the farmer
and wife had retired, and that Fanny
was alone, with her head bowed upon
the window, as il in deep thought
Fanny" he said, in u low tone, as he
entered and approached her, placing
his hand upon her bowed head. "Fan-
ny, what is this in tears Z"
But she started up, and finging hit
hand off, angrily exclaimed
"Hhis is ungentlemanly, to steal upon
one unawares and surprise them. thus
81 did not seek to surprise you, Fan
ny. You are ungenerous iii your Ian
guage," he said, classping her hand il
his strong grasp But, Fanny, must
and will know why you shun me So
why my presence is so distasteful tc
you. VIII you not tell me, FannyY
and his voice became low and tender
"Ah, Fanny" he went on, "if you knew
how / loved you, but how hopelessly,
You would pity me, and not treat me 80
unkindly Do you hate me, Fanny
The young girl did not reply; she
turned her face away, and the little
hands which were in paul's no longer
struggled to be free, but lay quiet and
passive; and the young man felt that
his case was not SO hopeless after all
Fanny, Fanny Randall, you do not
hate me, and you do love mel viii
you be my wife, Fanny n he asked
She turned her face toward him now,
and light was in her beautiful eyes
which Paul understood full well, for he
clasped to his heart a first and long en-
brace.
An hour later Richard and Alice came
in, and their countenances also told
story similar to that which was written
on the happy faces Of Paul Vincent and
Fanny Randall.
Now. Dick, I've an action agains you
said Paul, as his friend returned.
You've been filing this young lady's
head with information concerning yoar
humble servant, 10 wit: that be is a
perfect woman-hater--that be despises
ali that appertains TO the country, ct
cetera, ct cetera. I'll be even with you
yet, friend Dick !"
so, ho ! something come to pass, i
reckon r. said Dick, laughing. Turn
cd out just as / thought il would All
right Thank me, Paul, yon lncky fell
low; for by the very means / took you
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