Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1867-11-07

are IKE the nice, Wnlte neaoeu OH
lawyers one reads about in nor
vels," said Blanche to herself a
she folded the little perfumec
sheet of pink paper, Sand not eros:
old Judges, talking of expediency
and appropriateness for | do sc
much want somebody to love and
care for; and somehow I've a sort
of premonition that this little fel.
low will be nice and lovable. ]
think I'll teach him to call me
aunty."
Just week subsequently, a
prime, legal note was received
from Messrs. Alias and Corpus,
the diseased lady's executors, sta
ting that they saw no valid objec-
ton to Miss Penroy's very lauda-
bic projects, and that in accor-
dance thereto, the child of the
late Mrs. Marchmont would ar
rive at Miss Penroy's residence on
the following Saturday night"
Saturday highland this is
Friday" calculated Blanche, with
a new brightness dancing in her
hazel eyes. 80 how glad shall
be! Sanderson, tell Mrs. Brown
to have the blue room fitted up
Immediately for master March
mont, and you had better go your
self to the depot with the carriage,
at five tomorrow afternoon, to
meet him.
eyes ma'am," said Sanderson,
stolidly. The apparition of a
great unruly boy tramping with
muddy boots on the velvet carpets
and hunting the house with ball
and marbles, and lung-splitting
halloes, did not possess the charm
to Sanderson's eyes that it seemed
to for his mistress. And even pa
tient Mrs. Brown remarked with
a species of evaporation that
"she didn't see what put this freak
into Miss Blanche's head?'
Saturday was a day of hail and
tempest and softly falling snow,
and by five o'clock the drawing
rooms were lighted, and the Grim
son silk curtains closely drawn, to
exclude the stormy darkness with
out. Six times within the last
fifteen minutes had Blanche Pen
roy looked at her watch as she
stood by the fire waiting to hear
the returning carriage wheels
She was dressed in rich China
blue silk dress, with pearl pin and
ear drops and little point lace at
her throat and wrists, aud the col
or in her cheeks and the golden
glimmer in her bright hair made
her, ANONYMOUSLY, very fair to
look upon.
80, | hope-I hope he will like
me-" thought Blanche, with that
instructive yearning for love that
comes to every woman's heart, as
the door opened.
"Here's the young gentleman,
Miss" said Sanderson, with a half
suppressed sound between a laugh
and q snort.
But instead of child, seven or
eight years old, a tall opparition
stalked in, something over six feet
high, with a black moustache, and
merry hazel eyes brimming over
with mirth. For an instant Blanche
stared at him as if she could hard
ly credit the evidence of her own
senses.
Colbert"
EXACTLY. You want to adopt
me, and here l am"
"No, but, Gilbert"
eyes, but, Blancher'
"Kou are not Mrs. Marchmont's
son.
II am-by her first marriage.
And although l am by no means
the penniless infant you seemed
to suppose, as all my fathers
wealth comes to me, | am quite
willing to be adopted-particular-
ly as you are not married to Wal
ter Birmingham"
Blanche struggled between
tears and laughter, uncertain
which would best express her feel
ings, but Gilbert Evering drew
her tenderly toward him.
"If you adopt me, dearest, it
must be for life. Nay, do not hes
itate-our happiness has already
been too much at the expense of