The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-01-28

drive down in his own carriage, if
she liked she could go down with
him, and take a look at her posses
sions, all ofwhich was very kind and
friendly in Mr.. Montford, and was
so regarded by the lady, who already
felt as if he were an old friend, and
! forgot her reserve and talked with
him frankly of her affairs, saying lit
tie, however, Of her previous life,
save that she was witout any nearer
relative than an uncle, with whom
she had been living since her hus-
bands death, in Montreal He was
equally reticent regarding the past,
but spoke freely of the present and
future, of his hopes and plans
more freely than he often spoke to
his closest friends.
During the next two weeks Mr..
MontfOrd's business at Monroe in
increased astonislIingly. It was.
moreover, quite q remarkable coinci-
denee that it was always particular
lypressing at those times when it
was necessary for Mrs. Dinsmore to
go down.
At length the business which had
brought Mrs. Dinsmore to Detroit
was settled; and the money received
and Mr.. German discharged from
further duty in the matter. There
was no reason why the pretty little
widow-fOr she l0aS pretty-should
tarry longer; but being her own
mistress, there was no reason why
she should not, provided she chose.
She did choose, and another two
weeks passed, and then she decided
to 90 back to Montreal. Not be-
cause Montreal looked particularly
attractive to her; on the contrary she
very much preferred Detroit, but af-
ter sitting down and cross-examin-
ing herself pretty closely, she decid-
ed. with a sudden blush. that it was
best for her to 90 home Immediate
ly.
The next morning she mentioned
quite casually, of course, that she
she should leave on the following
day, Mr.. Montford, who was in the
room in conversation with another
gentleman, left him abruptly, and
went out. He did not return at the
dinner hour, but about four o'clock
he drove upin his carriage, and went
at once to the ladies' parlor. It was
quite deserted, and ringing the bell,
he requested the servant to ask Mrs
Dinsmore to come down. The ser
want soon returned from his erraRd
with the word that the lady was out.
Mrs. Dinsmore was walkin slow
ly through the busy, hurrying crowd
as perfectly alone rs if she were in
the most impenetrabIe forest. Men
and women crowded past her in
their haste, but She did not look up.
Her eyes were sad, and her lips tire
mulOus and faint sigh now and
then futtered over them Sudden
" a carriage which she knew drew
up at the sidewalk 4 few yards in
advance of her, and a gentleman
sprang out. The blood surged to
her face, but the friendly Grape
shielded her from observation.
Il was looking for you" he said
in a low tone, touching her arm,
''will YOU ride?,
She gave him her hand and step
ped into the carriage in silence
Very soon she became aware that
they were driving away from the
city. The noise, and smoke, and
hustle fell away like Il vail, and
soft calm brooded like q dove over
the earth. The cool country road
was sweet with wild roses, and pref
ty cottages and comfortable farm
houses were half hidden in the rank
meadow grasses. Agnes DinsmOre
drew a long futtering breath and
put her hand to her face, but not be-
fore her cOmpanian saw that her
eyes were filed with tears. Mr..
Montford was entirely unused to
woman in tears, and besides he was
very sympathetic man, and so put
his arm about her in a friendly way
to comfort her. She shrank away a
little, and a little, hysterical sob
broke from her lips.
m, On f,aIf-h An NF1vEF,,r-I -
she cried, blushing. "But something
about this country stiffness brought
back a memory of the past-the
long-buried past. 1t is very butiful
and sweet here"
''Yes, very beautiful" he replied,
looking straightin her face, instead
of at the pleasant summer land
scape.
81 wonder where [ shall be to-mOr-
row at this time, she said, leaning
out, to hide the confusion in her
face.
Il wish l dared prophecy"
'.Are you among the prophets,
Mr., MOntforedY' she asked, lightly;
'if you are 1 should be happy to lis
ten to some Of your predictions"
Not yet. 1 brought you out here
to tell you a story of the past, Mrs.
DinsmOre ! want YOU to listen to
it, and tell me when l am done what
you think should be the fate of this
man-the one whose story I am
about to relate, will youY' he asked,
with grave eagerness.
Il will try, but my judgment may
be very faulty, and
81 shall be satisfied with il" he
interrupted.
Il am ready then, she replied.
"Once upon a time, as the fairy
stories say a young man became
very deeply in love with a beautiful
girl. The girl was very wealthy and
Of high social standing. The young
man was also OF good standing, and
6elieced to be rich, also, by the
friends Of the girl. lie had not
thought of deceiving them at first,
but by some misunderstanding his
identity was confounded with his
cousin, who had borne the same
name, but who had been several years
dead. This cousin had been worth
a large property, and somehow this
girl and her friends had the impres-
sion that he was the same man. 1t
did not take him long to discover
that poor young man would stand
little chance marrying into that IA
mily. He was q scoundrcl, 1 think,
| for not dppIarinO his ft.ua f.irct1yp-