The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-08-05

!, 1t is astonishing how a common trouble
| and common relief accelerates the growth
Of familiarity. But then Fanny and Cyrus
had known each other ever since they
| were children.
"Oh, I've plenty more." cried Cyrus ;
"let me cook you sOme-you won't get any,
thing to eat the minute you get to the
hotel"
And he ran to his little wOOd-stOve,
where some embers still remained. Fan
ny demurred and declared" but Cyrus
persisted and so a fire was quickly
kindled with light wood, and he made
fresh coffee, while Fanny took off her
gloves and beat up the eggs as well as she
could for laughing at Cyrus funny ways
of doing things-keeping his ground cof.
fee in "A porter bottle, and all that stale
bread, as if he ought not to know just how
much he wanted when he bought it.
but then, you know, must always be
ready for company" said the happy Cy-
rus; and there was more laughing, and
some danger of sp'ashes of eggs on a new
travelling dress When it came to setting
out another cup, saucer and plate, Miss
Fanny asked, would he please eXcusc~irers
but if he wouldn't feel insulted she thought
she would just rub them off a little if
that was hot water in one of those SpigOts
over there in the corner. And when the
shining queen's-ware was placed on the
table Cyrus vowed that it had never been
so white since it had been bought.
They had delightful meal but no but
ter. Cyrus couldn't keep butter, he said,
in that warm weather but the bread was
Dutch cake with raisins in it, and the cOf-
fee, with cream that was just beginning
to turn, was capital, and so were the Scram-
bled eggs.
was so glad that Heiskill and the other
fellows had been out when he called, and
he only hoped they wouldn't drop in on
him on their way back But there was
no danger of that. Miss Fanny seemed
to remember that the afternoon was on
the wane, and rising and declaring that
she had never had a nicer supper, "prin
cipally because it was So funny" said she
must be going, and which was her trunk ?
THE smallest of those two yellow Ones"
said Cyrus; land we. will write your
name on card and tack it on the end, so
as to make every thing ship-shape."
| This was soon done, and then Cyrus
went for a hack He knew a man who
stood" near his college, and who had
Itrusted him before, and who would do it
again. Cyrus gave him some private in
| sttuctiOns in regard to making it appear
that the lady had just come from the Ken
| sington depot.
That can be worked" said the man
the trains just in-about ten minutes
| now"
So they hurried back Miss Birch was
| escorted down, and the man sent up stairs
| for the trunk. SO far so good but Mrs.
| Stacey, the landlady, thoroughly
good soul, but little careful about stu
dents, now made her appearance with a
look of anxiety upon her face
Going to take your trunks away, Mr..
Durham?" said she, as soon as the lady
was in the carriage.
Cyrus led her back into the hall, and ex-
planned that it was only one trunk, and
added that he was not going to leave the
house, and would explain to her in
| minute. The thought of all his furniture
now came over the good lady's mind, and
| she retired, satisfied for the present. The
| trunk was now strapped on, and at the door
of the carriage Cyrus was about to take leave
| OF Miss Fanny, when she remembered the
| dispatch. Cyrus promised to attend to
| that GOr he had just about money enOugh);
| and it was agreed that it had better be
| sent to her uncle, as her father lived near
L
| by was said, and away to the La Pierre
| House went Fanny Birch with Cyrus
| Durham's heart. Yes, she had it certain
| ly. He had known her and liked her,
ever so much, for years; but he had never
seen her in the full bloom of young
womanhood until to-day. She had never
before had such an intimate little bit of
| sympathetic action with him; she had
never before eaten at his table!
| When poor Cyrus went back into his
room, after sending the dispatch, he sat
down disconsolately How dark, dreary,
and common looking was every thing
How disagreeable that little stove, and
how hot; and how stupid those dirty
| dishes! One cup, saucer, and plate he
put away, and vowed he would never
| wash them. He was not fool, but he was
| young.
Then he lighted his pipe and sat down
| to ruminate. There she had sat and
| talked to him; there she had stood by the
| table while he was writing her name on
| the card; and there she had held it against
| the end of the trunk while he stuck the
| tack through the first corner; yes, and
there 1t scas still! There was no doubt of
1.-THE card was just where he had tackled
| it. What did it mean? Oh, that stupid
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| trunk
Cyrus had scarcely ccmprehended the
| extent of this misfortune when there
was knock at the door, and
there entered Heiskill, Seymour, and
little Myles. They had just got in
| from walk in the country had had a
capital dinner about four o'clock, and..were
now here to go to work, they said, after
an afternoon of play In order to prove
this assertion they each lighted a pipe,
| and seated themselves around the room,
| with their feet upon the highest article of
| furniture that they could reach.
"Whit is the matter with Cy?" said
| little Myles. "What makes him SO quiett
and why is he sitting here with the room
all full of the shades of evening, like a
| miserable tomb?"
Cyrus made some joking answer, and
rising, lighted the gas After considerable
talk and general chatting, Heiskill pro
posed that the big table be cleared, and
that they should go to work
You're professor tonight, Seymour,
you know, and try not to ask any qucs-
| tions you can't answer yourself"
| Then let him stick to the spinal
column" said little Myles. al don't want
him asking me to articulatc "a humerus
and fibula again"
| "Oh, you needn't bother about whO'stO
be demonstrator said Cyrus. I'VE
can't do any anatomy tonight. The
skeletons gone!"
In order that the foregoing converse
ton may be understood, it may be well to