The Morning herald., 1876-09-07

|sta6dine II ! window apart mAde sud
den movement toward the two ladies, bu
y suddsnly checked himself. AT thil
moment his eyes encountered those Of hil
mothG, and coloring violently, he abruptly
quilted the room. rhis little scene passed
quite unnoticed by Fanny, who at tht
instant was thinking only of Mrs. Beau.
champ, and Of her own gentle mother, NOW
beneath the sod.
The daughter Of Philip Hayforth became
q frequent guest at Woodthrope Hall,
spending most Of her Sundays with Mrs,
Beauchomp, who would frequently drive
over to the Sharpes's for her Of Saturday
afternoon, and send her back on the Mon
day morning. She was invited to spend
the Easter holidays at the Hall-a most
welcome invitation, as she was not to return
home till the midsummer vacation. A
most agreeable time were these Easter
holidays! Never had Fanny seemed more
bright and joyous. Her presence operated
as perpetual sunshine on the more pen
sive natures Of the mother and son. 1t
was theaefore great surprise to Mr.. Beau
champ when, one day at luncheon, about
week before the time fixed for the termi-
nation Of her visit, Fanny announced her
intention Of leaving Woodthrope that after
noon, if her friend could spare her the car
riaye.
Il can certainly spare it, Fanny but l
should like to know the reason Of this sud-
den determinations
"You must excuse my telling you, Mrs..
Beauchamp; but l hope you will believe
me when I say that il is from a sense Of
duty" As she spoke, she raised her head
with proud look, her eyes flashed, and she
spoke in the naughty tome which always
brought before Mrs. Beauchamp the image
of hsr early lover for it was in her proud
..y, rents that Fanny most resembled her
1ather. -,
"Far be it from me, Fanny" she replied
with her wonted sweetness ard benignity
ito ask any one to tamper with duty but
my child our faults, our pride, frequently
mislead US. You shall go tonight, if you
please; but wish, for my sake, you could
stay at least till tomorrow morning. l
have not offended you, Fanny?'
"Oh, dearest Mrs. Beauchampv and the
poor girl burst into tears. -" 1 wish-l
wish could only show you how l love
you-how grateful lam for all your good,
ness but you will never, never know"
Mrs. Beauchamp looked anxiously at
her, and began, 'Fanny"-- But sud-
denly stepped, as if she knew not how to
proceed. Immediately afterward, the
young girl left the room, silently and pas
sionately kissing Mrs. Beauchamps hand
az she passed her on her way to the door.
A few hours later in the day, as Mrs.
Beaushanp sat reading in her boudoir,
according to her custom at that hour, Ed
mund abruptly entered the little room in a
state of agitation quite foreign to his
ordinary disposition and habits.
'Motherp he cried.
"My love what is the matter"
'Mother! love Fanny Dalton-l love
her with all my soul. l think her not only
the loveliest and most charming Of women,
but the best and truestl feel that she
might make my life not only happier, but
better. Oh, mother is not love as real a
thing as either wealth or station? Is it
not as sufficient for all noble works? Is it
not in some shape the only motive for all
real improvement? 1t seems to me that
such is the lesson l have been learning
from you all my life long,"
Tro ne coNTTNJTED.