The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1873-01-04

That's right, Dom said Harry, break
ing into a laugh: " she ought to know bet
ter than to go alone. By-the-way, / hap
| pen to know that she had dismissed old
alderman
| Dom smiled again and went out, clos
| ing the door behind him. There was Il
bright moon, displaying flower, leaf, and
bud. Surprising that Fanny would only
make the round of the place, he ran swift
ly down to the back gate, and met her just
as she had reached the great elm that stood
guarding the lane.
She started at sight of him.
on will allow me to walk with you ~
he said. "There is squad of gypses in
the neighborhood, and some one might
modest YOU
Fanny could not say no; could not talk,
even, for with ready tact he took all the
conversation on himself. What did he
not touch upon? Opera, arts, nature, city,
country-all derived new beauty from the
glamour of his tongue. Was it strange
that Fanny found herself leaning on his
arm and listening with rapt attention to
the eloquence of his speech From that
time there was certain tacit understand
ing between them, and all went smoothly
till the morning he kissed her. For that
Fanny was angry at herself that she was
not angrier with him. All day long she
full of moods, changing from grave to gay,
from fits of'reflection to the widest mer-
riment.
"Fanny," said Harry, coming up to his
wife's room after tea, " Mr.. Dom wishes
to speak with you down stairs"
All the lovely color faded out of her
face at this announcement. She longed to
assert herself; but might they not read the
truth in her eyes if she refusede
Slowly she went down stairs.
Dom was in the parlor, walking back
and forth. He came to meet her with out
stretched hand.
60 | want you to forgive my rudeness of
the morning." he said. Sin my assumed
character l had no right to take such a
liberty, or, indeed, in my own
our assumed character she exclaim-
ed trembling, as she seated herself.
eyes. My friend Harry met me year
ago, when we were both travelling. l was
good deal rundown in health, and the
doctors said that were laboring man l
might overcome the disease that was vast
ing me. So I contracted with Harry to
work for him, like any common farmer
and he was to keep my real name and po-
sition secret"
He saw the change in her beautiful eyes
"My real name is Don Mathews" he
added, smiling. d" and there is no need of
my working for living; but really think
| shall go in partnership with my friend
Harry, and turn farmer. But you have
not told me whether you forgive me.''
"I-I don't know" retorted Fanny,
half laughing, half crying.
Fanny, Fanny! if you knew how love
you,' he cried, suddenly stopping in front
of her, 81 do think you would
clam so, SO glad".'
IL was not pontlc, perhaps, this confess
sion, but it was very natural.
"And I think l can match your alder
mans house." he added, taking her hand
in his :" dear, dear Fanny
"And his horses ?'' laughed Fanny,
looking up with beaming eyes.
g Yes, dearest, and perhaps-himself;'
and the ringing laugh, united, sounded
through the house. OF course Harry-who
had an inkling-and Olive came down
stairs, and of course every body was very
happy over it.
Harry" said Don, after 4 moment, 81
think ! am quite cured.''