The Cairo bulletin. [volume] (Cairo, Ill.) 1872-1878, 1873-01-26
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"That's a pretty question to ask y
she exclaimed, nearly angry.
"Well, dear, but how am to know
who that man is ?" queried Olive.
"You know it is Mr.. Wolcott,' said
Fanny. nearly crying.
"Well, he is good man, and a rich
one" was answer. 81 know girls who
would jump at the chance, as the say
ing is. | would either marry him or
send him of. "
"Pshaw I" said Fanny, biting her
red lips and few moments after she
left the room, conscious OF new,
painful, and at the same time strangely
delightful experience. No use to try to
conceal it or cloak it to herself--not
the slightest she loved Mathew Dom,
her sisters hired man.
How she paced her room, half dis.
tracted, sobbing without tears. form
ing wild resolves, and then throwing
herself down with a sense of her utter
helplessness, | shall not describe. How
could she ever meet him again? Could
she keep her almost painful secret, and
did Olive guess at it? What would
Olive think-what counsel her if she
knew?
Only the next time that Mr.. Eben
Wolcott came out she quietly dismissed
him. and then made up her mind that
she must 90 home. If she could only
fy to the ends of the earth
But Fanny did not 60, for Olive
would not hear Of it. A slight cold
confined Olive to her room, but one
evening she sent Fanny out and babe
her peremptorily to take Harry and
20 for a walk. Then she summoned
her husband to give him his orders,
but when he came down stairs Alice
was gone, and Mathew, with wicked
} little smile, was taking down his
hat.
"That's right, Don,' said Harry,
breaking into a laugh "shc ought to
, know better than to goalone. Blythe
way, l happen to know that she has
9 dismissed old alderman"
, Dom smiled again and went out,
closing the door behind him. There
G was a bright moon, displaying flower,
t leaf, and bud. Surprising that Fanny
5 would only make the round Of the
e place, he rau swiftly down to the back
. gate, aud met her just as she had
E reached the great elm that stock guard
: ing the lane.
L. a, u,,bt ri hin,
you will allow me to walk with
0 you? ' he said. There is squad o
e gypsics in the neighborhood, and SOM
o one might modest you"
e Fanny could not say no could no
talk, even for with ready tact he tool
1t all the conversation on himself. VIVA
It did he not touch upon? Opera, arts
nature, city, coun,ry-all derived ne'
IS beauty from the glamour of his tongue
e Was it strange that Fanny found her
self leaning on his arm and listening
J. with rapt attention to the eloiuence OF
d his speech /? From that time there
was certain tacit understanding be
y tween them, and all went smoothly til
e the morning he kissed her. For tina
& Fanny was angry at herself that sh
1t was not angrier with him. All da
k lor 9 she was full Of moods, changin
from grave to gay, from fits of retiec
y. ton to the widest merriment.
G Fanny" said Harry, coming up t
k his wifes room after tea, "Mr. Don
&c wishes to speak with you dow
y stairs"
in All the lovely color faded out of he
face at this announcement. She longe
J. to assert herself but might they no
r read the truth in her eyes if she re
fused ?
d Slowly she went down stairs.
j, Dom was the parlor walking bacl
~ and forth. He came to meet her wit
m outstretched hand.
III II want you to forgive my rudenes
err of tie morning." he said. "1n my as
.umed character had no right to tax
)" such liberty, or, indeed, in my own
e "Yolr assumed character !" she ex
at claimed trembling, as she seated her
is self.
r. Eyes. My friend Harry met me
year ago, when we were both travelling
W. | was a good deal rundown in healtl
lie and the doctors said that were
"A. laboring man | might overcome tn
disease that was wasting me. SO
lis contracted with Harry to work for hin
1t like any common farmer and he wa
nk to keep my real name and position
secret"
nd He saw the change in her beautifI
no eyes.
nj my real name is Dom Mathews
he he added, smiling. land there is I
an need of my working for living; b.
IN. | really think l shall go in partne
od ship with my friend Harry, and tut
IN; farmer. But you have not told L
M whether you forgive me"
w-I don't know" retorted Fam
nj half laughing, half crying.
I'd, Fanny, Fanny if you knew how
ice love YOU he cried, suddenly stoppi
up in front of her, II do think "
the would"
rls. "I-I am SO, so glad
had 1t was not polite, perhaps, this co
'er- fesson, but it was very natural.
am "And | think can match your q
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