Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-03-19

! thought, on his first glance, dowager
' and damsels, but Fanny Desmond wa
: not. Probably she was one OF the couple
} promenading the piazza outside, wher,
= the moonlight fell, as presently he saw
J them going to and fro, some of then
like clouds trailing along in all thei
, white gossamer, and one of them, yes
, that rosy thing-the lamplight fell full
, upon her then as she passed the lonl
! easement, fell full upon her starry eyes
, her snowy brow, her lovely, laughing
, face, her bright hair-was Fanny Des
mond. While he watched for that re
, turning figure he met some one he knew
and waited, talking with him.
! And Fanny was outside. Arthur
Ormesby had drawn her hand within hi
arm and had said, "Throw a bit of tha
cloudy stuff you wear about your head
and let us go out there awhile; the nigh
is too beautiful for all these lamps jusl
yet. That is it"-as she wound one enc
of her tulle scarf about her face; "you
look like an Dread peering out of noun.
tain mist"
"Like a damp, moist, unpleasant
body then" she said. "Oh, yes, what a
glorious night" as they stepped across
the sill. "Do such nights ever make
you feel as If you had existed forever
and were part of the summer and the
moonlight, and those wide, deep spaces
up thereY"
-"Nut theyl Such nights make me feel
as If l had but lately come into my
kingdom; that my youth and strength
are new thingsi that / am here to-day,
| but tomorrow ] don't know where Not
theyl Such nights admonish me that
J now the moon is at the full and present
| ly she will be poor, waning spectacle,
hurrying to hide herself with 'unhand-
some thrift of silver admonish me to
Take the goods the gols provide me:
| The lovely Thais sits beside mel'
How eloquent such nights can make
mani Such nights admonish me that
there is dew upon the grass. Come, this
| is like Jessica and Lorenzo. 'On such a
night as this we are really getting Shakes
pearean."
"Such nights, at any rate, always re-
mind me-" he said "of the gardens at
home"
AT Ormesby House9"
Yes. They are very old. The pear
trees there are gnarled and twisted like
curious demons the hedges of box make
alleys as high as my shoulder; the rose.
bushes were grown before / was born
And then the moonlight is so bright up
ON the grass and the flowers and the
fountain, the shadows are so dark there,
and the breeze goes creeping and waving
so -"
al should think you would want to be
there"
Why, so do. SO l do-when l can
be there as | should like. What would
Eden be if one were there alone? l
rather reserve those alleys, those gar
dens, for the time when / can wander
through them, if am ever so blest"-his
voice was trembling the least possible
and the grasp he gave the hand that he
took as it rested ON his arm thrilled her
with its electric touch-"as | am wander
ing now," he said, with the one love
best beside me"
Fanny! Fanny Desmondn cried
voice above the distant murmur of the
music-Mary Vance's voice, but sharper
than Mary Vance's voice had ever sound
ed before. Come here; come here quick
lly and answer this simpleton. For shame,
Rosa Humphreysp
And before Fanny could think, before
she could reply, before she could pass on
with Arthur Ormesby disregardingly, a
couple of figures-Mary Vance and Rosa
mphreys-emerged hurriedly from
the lighted room and stood upon the pi-
azza, followed by group of others, by
young MIR. Sparks and old Mr. Morris, by
some of the dowagers and one or two of
the damsels and an idle society CORE
spoDdent
Here, Miss Desmond, look herew
cried the foremost of them all, Rosa
Humphreys, standing just in the lighted
path OF the long easement, her eyes fash
ing, her face red, her attitude one of &C.
cusation and wrath. "Tell me where /
got these!" And as she extended her
hand the light lay on two diamonds rest
ing in the palm and blazing like little
balls of fire.
Where you got thoseY" answered
Fanny bending forward, without relin-
gushing Arthur's arm. "Why, out of
your ears, suppose. On, mo-" glancing
up, you have your coral in, l see
Why, how do l know where you got
them?" And then, beginning to take of
tense at the manner, the voice, the gest-
ure, "And what is it to me where YOU
got them? AT Tiffany's, l fancy"
81 got them on your dressing-table.
cried Rosa, "where you forgot you had
left them-where / am surprised you
should have left them, for thieves usual
ly hide their plunder-"
Rosa! Rosam cried Mary Vance.
u mean what | say, Mary Vance.
don't care who hears me. I'll say it
again"
Z" Oh, hush!" cried Mary. "You know
you must be mistaKenl Oh, Fanny, tell
her"
81 know Pm not mistakenr' AS Fan.
ny stood staring at her, dumb and aghast
:" Stop, I'll tell you the whole story.
Yes, Mr.. Ormesby, listen! Yes, Mr..
Morris! l went into the little parlor
where the girls were talking a minute or
two, after she had told me to go up to
her room and get some gloves, and they
were all just exclaiming that Fanny
Desmond had said she loved diamonds
SO that she'd sell her soul for pair of
diamond earrings, and what a pity it
was she had none. And l said so too,
like fool. And then | went back to
my room to have Celeste button my
boot for me where it hurt me, and to |
toss my torn gloves down; and while |
Celeste was moving the button Anna |
came in, my sister Anna, to get her own |
earrings, and ran out again-this is all |
exactly the way it happened. And then" |
said the breatbless young woman, 81 |
called for the girls to wait for me while |
went up to Fanny Desmond's room for |
the gloves l was going to get there and |
there, as turned up the gas in her room, |
on the pin-cushion beneath the glass,
there were these two diamond earrings, |
my own earrings, sparkling up at mep |
Fanny bad sprung forward and caught |
Rosas wrist before she finished; her |
own eyes were blazing like those dia- |
monds, her cheeks burning. She turned |
her head toward Arthur. "Doy you know |
what she means?" she cried, hoarsely.
Too well he said, under his breath |
-" too WELL" drawing back.
She gave one agonized look across the
group gathered behind and around Rosa,
who stood there triumphant. Cold sus. |
picion had suddenly sealed every face. |
- Oh, Arthur she cried, can you
think" But his lips were set like steel |
in that dark distrust, as if amazement
had made him stolid, while he stood |
apart and folded his arms and surveyed |
her In all the number not one friendly |
face-yes, one! Mr.. Harden was elbow |
ing tlrOuph the Caspmpnt was cop,in0 |