The Van Buren press., 1869-06-08

morrow morning.
TO morrow morning.
Sydney Fairfax would have been NOR,
than mortal had he not been gratiliec
with the unconscious aattery conveyed
in Janet's palling cheek and dilated eyes
And striving to soothe her, he almos
forgot, for the time being, that he was
playing part. f~
1t was nearly week afterward, wher
Aunt Thyrza Roydon-the kindest sou
in the world, but little prejudiced and
opinionated withal, as kind souls often
are-brought her knitting work into the
porch where Janet sat idly pulling the
honey -suckle cups apart.
"Child, what are you dreaming about !?
Nothing answered the girl little
petulantly.
You've grown so shiftless Of late
DO 20 up stairs and bring VOW new cali
co; you might just MS well run up Tho
breadths as to be doing h,thing'
Il am not in a hurry for the dress
aunt !"
Then finish altering my brown
foulard"
Il don't feel like it, aunt"
Mrs. Roydon eyed her neicc keenly
through her silver trimmed spectacles.
Janet what on earth ails you? p
Nothing, aunt"
"And what's the reason Thorne Mil
lington don't come here any more? ?"
q am not Thorne Millingtons keep
er, Aunt Thryza,' answered Janet, with
spirit.
Mrs. Roydon was about to require an
explanation in full from her capricious
niece, when her impending torrent Of
words was checked by TIE appearance of
[ Rcie Matthew coming up the walk.
" I've been to the post Office, quoth
Uncle Mathew, tanning himself with the
wide hrim of his straw hat; and here's
a letter for Janet, with the New York
post-mark. Who's it from, my girl p
as Janet caught ii from his hand, redden-
ing and paling alternately.
Its--it's from Mr.. Fairfax"
From Mr. Fairfax, eh !" Uncle Mat
thew's brows contracted gloomily. "And
it's for tuat good for nothing puppy
you've thrown Millington over, eh Give
me back the letter, Janet, let me return
it to him. ! don't like my girl to be cor
with such as he"
But Janet held tightly on the precious
missve. 'H
It's my letter, Uncle Matthew, and
you must not speak 50 slightingly of Mr.
Fairfax. am engaged to hipr %
Aunt Thyrza dropped IN knitting
work, Uncle Matthew stared.
"This won't do Janet; you must give
lim up2 Why, what DO we know Of
him! A mere city adyenturer; while
rhrrTf Mie(iNVgitanpexrr,",. !. .uv.n. "a.
Iington" interrupted Janet, trying des-
perately to keep back the indignant tears.
. / will not give Sydney up"
"Janct /"
"No! will never give him upn'
"Then you must give us up, child,
said the old man, gravely! 81 will be
obeyed"
Janet ran up to her room, flushed and
to read her precious letter. Oh,
if Sidney could but know how she was
tyrannized over, and in her secret soul
Janet resolved to break these bonds.
Presently she came down stairs again
with red eyes aud rcsolutely compressed
lips. Uncle Matthew and Aunt Thyrza
looked up as she entered they had evi-
IDENTIFY been talking about her in her abb
scnce. s..~ ~ .Hf
"You are not going to answer the let.
ter, Janet?" said her uncle. milo
Fielding tells me that your Mr.. Farfsx-'
81 will not. listen to word against
him, Uncle Matthew, interrupted Janet,
biting her lip to keep back even more re.
bellious words, g shall certainly an
swcr that letter"
"Then you are no niece Of mine,
Janet"
"Janet- child listen to reason, urged
Aunt Thyrza, anxiously. But Janet
would listen to nothing. She went ont
into the garden, and so through the rus
tling cernfelds to the road that went to
the village post-oilice. .rrr. rI. p.
And the next morning when Aunt
Thyrza went up stairs to call Janet down
to breakfast, her little white robed room
" as tenantless-th bird had taken wing.
MY goodness gracious y calculated
Aunt Thyrza, with uplifted hands. "Mat.
thew Matthew! Come up stairs, quick !!
She's been and gone and elopcd''
At the same moment Janet Roydon, in
cozy corner sat- in the express train
watching the flying landscape, aud Won
dcred with throbbin5 heart what Sydney
Fairfax would say to hcr--how hc would
receive her Was it not possible that
she had done an unwise thing in thus
highly resenting a harsh word or two
from the kind old uncle who had shelter
ed and guarded her all her life? But the
irrevocable step was taken; it was now
too late % return until she returned as
SYDNEY l1airfax's wife As Sydney Fair
faxs Wife Janet grew rosy beneath her
brown veil, rs she thought Of the posi-
bilty.
New York What a very Babel of
sounding uproar, ofdusty tumult it seem
ed to our little couatry-brcd damsel, as
she emerged frou the covered depot into
the noisy, brilliant street
Carriage, nm carriagc'
ayes" said Janet timidly. ~ want
to 90 to No. 8l5 Mayduke street
IAN right, m'm," cried tie hackman'
banging the door Of his vehicle upon his
halfterrifed "farc," and driving rcck-
lessly down the street. Janet drew long
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