Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-08-03
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dresses huttering about on the lawn, and
remembered certain rumors of the beauty
Of the Derry girls.
After George street, and Fanny's little
workroom, IL was no wonder, perhaps,
that Gloucester Lodge seemed almost an
earthly paradise. Julia Derry, the young
est aud prettiest OF the sisters, was dis
posed TO be very gracious TO William.
She wore plenty of lewelry, and her cos
tune was made in the latest style. Alter
supper she played and sung several fash
ionsbe songs, with William standing be-
side her to turn over the music leaves. 1t
was very pleasant, he thought, to see
girl with rings on her white hands, and
without the tell-tale roughness on the left
forefnger.
1t was the old, old story. After that
evening spent at Gloucester Lodge, Viii
liam's visits 10 George street grew rarer
and rarer; and l.ttle Fanny dropped WISH
bly,. Ii is not SO very hard for woman
TO bear mp under lies burdens when she
has the strong prop OF a mans love to
lean upon. But Ii The prop breaks. it is
well Tor her if the burdens do not crush
her altogether. Fanny, however, was not
without certain quiet lorLltude. She felt
that her prop was giving way and nerved
herself to do without it.
Fanny" said Mrs. Kenuaway, one
evening AS the young dressmaker sat sew
ing in her old window seat, you are not
looking well my child; | wish William
would come and take you out. lie hash
been here very often lately, has be p
mo, mother, not very often
I'll think you are working too hard, y
continued the poor woman, signing. IL
get well very slowly, Fanny; aud the beet
tea and port wine cost great deal. I've
made up my mind, child, TO write to my
brother at last"
"But mother, you'll be dreadfully dis
tressed II he doesn't answer. And you
often said that he would never forgive
you for marrying poor father"
1--WE been IA widow Tor nearly five
years, Fanny. Surely Stephen can bury
the old grievances in my husbands grave.
You know best, mother. But lather
always spoke OF him as hard man.
"WelI, at any rate shall make an at
tempt to soften him. Don't try to talk me
out oil it, Fanny. | believe il is the night |
thing TO do"
Fanny held her peace, but she had little
hope that uncle Fenwick would reply to
his sister S letter. She knew that he was
rich merchant, several years older than
her mother, but she had never seen him,
and had founded her opinion of his char
acter solely on her father dislike to him
The late Mr.. kennaway had been one OF
those men who have "a natural turn Tor
borrowing money, and are generally St
we're on those who refuse to lend. Per
haps Mrs. kennaway had taken some
pans TO hide the fathers faults from the
ehild's eyes, for Fanny had never discoy-
cred them.
''Now Fanny" said honest Mrs. Mark 5,
bouncing into the little room, ITO NOR
rows Saturday, and you are going To have
whole holiday. Everylhing's planned,
so you may leave oil shaking your head.
Mary Baker has promised 10 come and sill
with your mother. My man and ! have
arranged TO take you right of 10 Durrant
farm, where my sister lives.'
Mrs. Marks and her husband were the
kennaway's next door neighbors. They
were chldless couple, and instead Oh
wasting their affections on dogs and par
rots, they looked out for young people
who needed love and sympathy. Fanny
had no idea they knew all about her sor-
row. She did not realize how easy 1t is |
for shrewd eyes TO read the signs OF sick
heart.
Early the next morning. a hired chaise |
ratified out OF George street, containing |
Fanny and her TWO friends. OF course II
could not be quite perfect holiday with
out William out the girl enjoyed fresh
air and rest, and was grateful for kind
ness. 1t was long drive, and when they
reached the farmhouse, Mrs. Marks de-
ciared that Fanny had picked up wonder
fully. A day or two III the country, she
said would put little color into those pale
cheeks, ana brighten the eyes that were
dull with watching and working. All,
poor Fanny
Durrant farm stands upon the outskirts
oil wood, which has ALWAYS been favor
ite haunt for picnic parties. The iates
mad decreed that the Derry's should give
q picnic that day; IL was early in Septem-
Der, and the townsioik wanted 10 make
Inc most OF the waning summer. Miss
Juiia Derry wore an entlrely new costume
bought Tor the occasion, and a charming
rustic hat adorned with peoples ana
wheat-ears. 1t was very agreeable to be
ADMIRED, even by mere merchants clerk,
and she lavshed her sweetest smiles on
William Parr.
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