Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1871-03-30
Established December 18th, 1850.

Fields" with an odd feeling oi old
acquaintanceship. i.-j Sh!H 5l...
There was no doubt that it was
the Howard of my album but In
stead of merry eyes full OF boyish
mischief, these dark eyes were full
of earnest gravity; the lips that,
in my picture, seemed made for
smiles, were ret with a melancholy
sweetness in the original, and,
comparing the faces in my mind,
| felt sure that some blighting sor-
row had fallen on my hero. AS
We achatted together, and Joe
drew from his visitor. the infor-
nation that he had left his home
in Rockland, New York, to prac-
tice in Philadelphia. ! was tempt.
ed strongly TO inquire for the
health of mother, Nellie, George,
Rosa. and the baby, but. Joe, eSi-
IDENTIFY, was pnacquainted with
these worthless, and / held my
tongue. ~ a2rgAV.
1t would take me too long were
/ to tell how | grew to love How
ard Emory, rs my dearest, best
friend; how his earnest manliness
shamed my listless life, till found
myself trying to emulate him in
energy, industry, and phiianthro- i
py. With ample means, he was
one of the hardest workers i ever
saw. Every day found him, for
hours, passing from one poor shan
ty TO another, giving his time,
talent, aud means to relieve sick. !
ness and pain among the poor,
while midnight was early4for him
to lay aside his books and pen. |
He came to live In the saule board
ing-house where I had my room,
and our friendship grew daily
more pleasant to me, his influence
more beneficial. Ah! Ileyed him
fondly! AS we grew daily more
intimate, he would talk to me
by the hour of mother, brother
George and, wife, the wee niece, !
and the pet of all, Nellie. Nellie
was the refrain of the, whole song |
Her beauty, grace, loyeliness and
gentleness, were neyer-weary ing
themes, and l was only too glad
to lead him TO the topic CO 1UT |
lone year later / accompanied
him home, and was introduced to
the fair originals of my carte pic
lures. To tell how the fair gypsy
with soft blue eyes and golden
curls, who owned to the name of |
Nellie, tormented me, would be
vain task. One day, all grace and
condescension, she allowed me to,
accompany her to ride, to walk,
or to sit beside her and toy with
heEwerk basket orknitting-needles
and. the next was off all day, to
come down in the evening and sit
by her mothers chair, resolutely
resisting all my attempts to be So
ciable. 1t was in vain for me to
endeavor togain any sign of affec-
tion. While the fame kindled by |
the fair picture burned fiercer and
fiercer in my heart, and | was
learning to live only in her pres
ence, she was cool, sisterly, ~and
friendly, treating me with the
frank friendship that aggravates q
love more than hate. H George,
Rosa,I and the baby lived in a pret
ycottage about half q mile from
Mrs. Emory large, house, and one
of favorite walks was to visit
them. 1'.-' ~, + Bas 80 21t.is .,3i
$7 had determined to- risk my
fate on the occasion OF one of these
visits, when fate took the whole
matter cut o0fmy hands. We
were sitting m the drawing room,
Howard, Nellie, and |, waiting for
the summons TO tea, when some
impulse tempted me to ask my
friend, ,... ~rss---z--5--2t -5-2 {. G. as. -
/. 5h.e'"Did you ever know Miss
Fannie Wharton p ia'Sil5C5 e |
3, He was on his feet in an instant,
his face crimson with passion, bis
arm .upil'ed, ! think TO strike me,
when Nellie sprang between us.
."Howardi Stop I" .a- .5aE 5s
-5aHow dare he---'' I'hen the
voice sank, and he stood pale as
death, qnivering with emotion, |
! q Nellie 5 voice rose pleadingly, 4
3 "You did not mean to pain
him, / am sure" she said to, me
tsyet itwas cruel, you know |
osa"I know nothing" | interTuptd
ed, eagerly, and then / told the
storyaof my album. There was1a
dead silence for, some minutes aaf,
ter [ finished, then Howard said,
is'Fannie Wharton, was to have
been my wife. Frank; Il loved'her
fondly and truly, and believed in
her love. It was while ] vas at
home on a visit, summer betorel