The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-09-22
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envy patience has he no ambition ?
Pm afraid shall despise him. =
ssPerhaps, dear, he wonldn't mind II
yon did, said Olive, hiding her lace III
the white neck Of her baby. seIIe Is SO
very independent"
Surely, why should he care what she
thought of hun soliloqnized Fanny,
her cheeks flushing.
The next day she met him at the ts-
ble 1t seemed strange enough to SIT
down with hired help, but she was
| forced to confess that IN nothing did he
give tile inpres sio1of being menial.
.sShall we take held of that tive-acre
| lot this morning ?" he asked, respectful
lay, Of Mr.. Maynard. Olives husband
ssNo; prefer you should look TO the
drainage of that strip east of the hill,
was the answer. stIhere'li be no rain
yet while, and want to prepare the
land for potatoes.
Fanny watched Matthew Dom out
on the sly, and Olive caught her at it.
ssI wanted to see what knd of a
dress he worked in," said Fanny, with
tell-tale cheeks.
s'Doi't You think him little hand
somer in his blouse and heavy field
boots 20 asked Olive.
she certainlyfis very handsome"
said Fanny, frankly; "bnt why in the
world-however," she added, stopping
short, s'it's none OF my business but
encI a man as that should surely work
his own land.''S
'''rhat's true," said Olive, quietly.
Time passed or Fanny became ac-
customed to eat, sit and even talk with
the hired man. One day Olive to,k
her up into his room. Fanny stood
aghast. l. was as exquisite in its way
as lady's beudeir.
s'IIe furnished it himself, said Olive,
in reply to Fauny'S lonk of surprise.
ga Wilton carpet" murmured Fam
ny marble-top set tt at PSYCHE! these
flowers !-aud what s-this 20 She lift
ed lovely little miniature trorn the Ia
BILE, one of the most beautiful aid re-
| fined faces she had ever seen.
'st4h, oue of bis lady friends / sIp-
pose" said Olive, in her undemoustra-
tive way. ''And see how perfectly neat
everything is kept; always in this
beautiful order. DO you wonder Harry
cal s him a 7.Grd ocis p
''Ilideed | do moi" said Fanny slow
| ~ {; "but he must spend every cent he
earns TO furnish himself in this extra
orliiarv manner"
''Ile has nothing else to do with his
money, dear" said Olive; she don't
even buy cigars. For my part, | think
he's perfectly e egant.'
Fanny said nothing, hut she found
herself wishing that she knew who was
the original OF that lovely miniature,
and trying to reconcile the tests and
surroundings OF the man himself with
bis servile occupation. Not but that
the work was good enongh aid honor
able for any man; but why was lie not
laboring for himself instead of an.
ther?
For Jays she thought of the minia-
tnre. livery time she met him, heard
| him talk or sing-he had fine voice,
and was not averse 10 useiug it-np
popped that mysterious face with tie
Spanish eyes aud clustering curIs.
BIr. Ebeii. Wocott, meantime, l. all
taken advantage of her reluctant per-
mission and brought his dashing team
to Wiunicut. Poor Fanny, at sight Of
bis respectable aldermanic person, his
goid-buwea spectacles, and thick gray
whiskers, felt strange sinking at the
heart. Why should the six-taoter rise
np in her Imagination aid cause by
mere force of contrast a repnlsion so
terrible
sIt's positively wicked for me te seem
to encourage that man, she said, almost
passioia;ely, one morning, the day after
the drive
sWhich man 20 asked Olive, limo.
Gently, and their eyes met.
The red blood flew ali over poor
Fanny's face she felt hot to the crown
of her head-and yet why should size ?
s'fhat's pretty qnesti to ask p
she exclaimed, nearly cry.
'Well dear, but how am | to know
who that mail' is?" queriea Olive, with
conscious look.
ssYou know it is Mr.. Wolcott,' said
Fanny, nearly crying.
s'Well, lie is a good man and a rich
one," was tile answer s'i know girls
who wound jump at the chance, as the
saying is. [ would either marry him
or send him off,
tPsbaw!o p said Fanny, biting her red
lips; and few moments alter she left
the room. conscious of new. painful
and at The same time strangely delight
fnl experience. No use to try to con-
ceal it or cloak it to herself-llot the
| slightest she loved Matthew Dom,
I her sisters hired man.
How she paced the room half dis
tracted. sobbiug with tears, forming
wild resolves, aud then throwing her
i self down with a sense Of her utter
helplessness, ] shall not describe. How
should she ever meet him again
Could she keep her almost painful se-
cret, and did Olive guess at it !? What
would Olive think wlat counsel give
her If size knew
Only the next time that Mr. Eben
Wolcott came out she quietly dismissed
him, and then made up her mind that
she must go home. If she could only
fly TO the end Of the earth
Rut Eot,f.v did NOT oo fnr Olive