The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1869-05-13

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You are not going to answer the
letter, Janet ~ said her Uncle
miles Fielding tells me that your
Mr.. Fairfax"
IL will not listen to a word against
him uncle Matthew" interrupted Ja.
net, biting her lips to keep back even
more rebellious words, "I shall cor-
tainly answer the letter !"
"Then you are no niece Of mine,
Janet r.
Standardization TO reason,
urged aunt Thyrza, auxiously. But
Janet would listen to nothing. She
went out into tho garden. aud so
through the rustling corn fields to the
road that leads to the village post
Office.
And tho next morning whom Aunt
Thyrza went up staiis to call Jauet
down to breakfast, her littlo white
draped room was teuantloss. The bird
had taken wings.
My goodness gracious ~ cjacula
ted aunt rhyrza, with plilted hands.
Matthew Matthew Come up stairs,
quick She's been aud gone and elop
od.h
At the same time Janet Roydou,
in a cozy corner, sat iu the express
train, watching the flying landscape,
aud wondered with throbbiug heart
what Sidney Fairfax would say to
her-how he would receive her Was
it not just possible that she had done
an uuwise thing in thus highly re-
scnting an unkind word or two from
the good old uncle who had sheltered
aud guarded her all her lite2 but the
irrcvocablo step was taken, it was
now too late to return till she return,
ed as Sidney Fairfax's wife As Sid
ney Fairfax's wife Janet grew rosy
beneath her brown veil as she thought
of the possibility.
New York What n very Babel Of
sounding uproar, of dusty tumult it
seemed to our little country bred
damsel, as she emerged from the GOV,
cred depot into the noisy street.
NdAilhENf Ut llA NdllldEt
ayes r. said Janet timidly. al
wautto 20 to No Mayduko street"
"All right, MN 70 cried the hack
man, banging the door Of his vehicle
upon his half terrified stare" and
driving recklessly down street. Janet
drew long breath, partly of apprc-
hension, partly of relief Yes, ii was
too late to 20 back now.
"lere you are, MN ~
Janet started from her reverio as
the Jehu spaang from his seat aud
opened the door.
"Is this Mayduko street ?"
eyes, MIN, No. 8l5.'
1t was no balconied mansion Of
brown stone, draped, with visteria, as
Mr.. Fairfax had SO often described
his home, no wide street ghltoriug
been led to to siGfPSpiS9gesbuS Ss a sStas sySsts had
brick house, with wide open door,
through which you caught the glimpse
of bare floors and cnrpetloss stairs, in
narrow, foul smelling street, whore
children played in the cutters, and
ifth-rate grocery stores displayed
their wares.
She paid the hackman an cXorbi-
tant price, Of course, and dismissed
him, entering the house with a sick
ouing heart, and hesitatiug footsteps.
"Does Mr.. Fairfax live hero p
asked Janet.
"Mr. Fairfax? Are you one of
his friends? demanded the woman.
Janet colored in spite of herself,
but before she could frame an appro
pirate answer in her confusion, the
woman continued
Sidney Fairfax--Algcrnon-Ry-
der-Fiiz Albyu Glare. Call him
any name you please, they all belong
to him; and precious scoundrel he
is took up for countcrfeiter only
last night, aud his poor wife,
"IIis wife ~
"Yes. If she hadn't been down
sick through his neglect and brutali-
ty, l would have turned her out of
doors for my house has always been
a respectable one, and not red cent
of his board / ever seen. knew he
was a scamp, mind you, because he
"Stopl There must surely be some
mistake t.
"If it's Sidney Fairfax you're
wantin' to see, there's no mistake,
more's the pity. Was you wantin
to sec his wife ? She has been going
out of one fit and into another ever
since before six o'clock this morn.
ing"
, But Janet turned away with a
chill's shudGcr at her heart How
near she had come to the brink oi
, her own ruin Marricd-and coun
) terfeiter at that! She remembered
how confidently she HAD "lent" hin
her little savings-only City odd dol
lars-just for day or two-an unex
pected emergency But it was no
for the money she cared, only--only
D With difficulty she repressed hel
tears of keen modification ia tn,
, presence of that hard faced woman
mo-" she said abruptly, "my bus
I mess is with Mr.. fairfax, and sire,
, he is not here, will go back !"
The afternoon express was jus
starting when Janet, pale and jaded
e entered one Of the rear cars. Sh,
= glanced hositatingly along the row
= of seats; there was but one empty
= aud the other half nearest the win
dow was occupied by a gentleman
There was no help for it, however
and she advanced, timidly.
y lis this seat engaged, sir ?"
l And as the gentleman, with promp
courtesy, rose to give her the sea
d nearest the open window, Janet start
!. ed involuntarily it was Thorne Nil