Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-08-04
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him he should find her sitting as usual at
her sewing.
II won't make dozen wretched ex.
cuses." thought the young man. IN
Just ask her to forgive me. and tell her /
could not live without her,"
He Knocked at the door. and stood wait
ing with a throbbing heart for Fanny TO
open it. A few seconds passed away.
and then he heard the inside latch lifted,
and stood face to face with tall. hard
featured woman in widows cap.
"ls Miss kennaway within p he fall
tered.
"She doesn't live here" responded the
woman shortly.
"Not live here y said William. Then
where is she ? Can you give me any in
formation pH
II don't know anything about her.
I've heard that some people named Ken
nawsy lived here before | came, but that
is all | can tell you"
William turned away from the door like
one halt stunned. 1t was all so different
from the pleasant and pathetic little scene
he had been picturing, that he could hard
ly believe in the stern reality. And then,
as he still stood dreaming on the pave
ment, he bethought him of Mrs. Marks.
She had been the kennaway's familiar
friend, and would surely know something
about their change OF residence.
Alas Mrs. Marks house was quiet and
dark. The shutters were closed; not
CLEAN of light could be seen within; and
Williams knock remained unanswered.
THAT house is empty" said a girl :
voice at his elbow, and looking round he
saw decently clad lassie with parcel
under her arm The Marks are gone
away to live somewhere in the country
she added.
Can you tell me what has become of
Mrs. kennaway and her daughterY Will
liam asked eagerly.
They're gone to London. Some rich
gentleman found out that they were his
near relations, and he has taken them to
live with him."
Without another word, he walked away,
hardly knowing what direction he was
taking. Until that moment he had never
realized how strong was the tie that had
bound him to little Fanny. He had neg
lected her--tritled with himself and his
best ieelings-and well nigh broken her
heart but had he ever really ceased to
love herP She was gone she had quietly
vanished out of his way, aud made no
sign.
Three years passed away. William
Parr had stepped into the place left vacant
by the death of a senior clerk, his salary
had been raised, and he had moved into
better lodgings. Perhaps il he had sought
to renew his intimacy with the Derrys he
might not have been repulsed, but he was
now sadder and wiser man. The sense
OF loss had entirely left him; nor had he
as yet found any one who could be what
Fanny had been. No tidngs OF her had
ever come to her old lover; in the days OF
their intercourse she had been silent about
her uncle Fenwlck, and William had not
even heard his name.
One day ii happened that William Parr
was despatched to London to transact
some business for his employer. 1t was
winter, but the weather was clear and
sunshlny, and when he arrived at the
great metropolitan station, It wanted an
hour to noon. Among the numbers wait
ing on the platform, one figure attracted
Williams eye at once; it was that OF a
lady richly dressed in velvet and sable,
who was evidently looking Tor some one
on the train. AS she caught glimpse OF
the face she was watching for, her own
frightened and flushed in way that VII
liam well remembered. Just 50 had she
greeted him, when he had been wont to
pay his evening visits to the little house
in George street long ago.
A quiet looking gentleman stepped out
OF first-class carriage and was about to
draw her hand through his arm; but VIII
liam. yielding to powerful impulse, APP
preached AMI spoke.
"Fanny-Miss Kennawav," he said ner-
vously; her color deepened, and then she
frankly extended her hand.
Not Miss Kennaway now she an
swered smiling. This is my husband
Mr.. Fenwick-Mr. Parr"
William scarcely knew how he returned
the gentleman's salutation. A moment
more, and Walter Fenwick and his wife
had passed on, leaving him standing on
the platform. trying to collect his scatter
ed senses. Both had seen plainly that he
was far too confused to enter into CONVEX
sation.
Poor fellow - said Walter, looking
down tenderly into his wile's face, 81 do
not wonder that he was agitated by this
sudden meeting with his lost love. He is
great loser; and am a great gamer,
Fanny"