Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-08-04
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WHAT HE LOST BY IN.
Bi SARAH DOT DNEY.
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Arm in arm the pair strolled away from
the rest of the party. He talked nonsense
and she laughed and listened, and led
him on, without a thought beyond the
hours amusement. She was wiser in the
worlds ways than foolish William, whose
vanity had been tickled until he really be-
lieved he had made conquest. He
was bending down to his companion, with
flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, when
a turn in the path suddenly brought them
face to face with Mrs. Marks and Fanny
keunaway.
Even then things might have turned
out well, if William had only been true
to himself. But there was Fanny in her
| shabby everyday gown, and the bonnet
that had gone completely out of fashion
and there was the superb Julia hanging
on PARIS arm, and quizzing his betrothed
with naughty eyes. The worst part oil
the young mans nature came uppermost
at that moment. He gave quick glance
at Fanny, and then swept on, without be-
slowing even bow of recognition on the
little dressmaker.
Well" said Mrs. Marks, drawing d
long breath II only wonder that the earth
don open and swallow him up"
CHAPTER IL.
Fanny took her lovers desertion in
very quiet way. She knew that the end
had come. and did not try to get any COM
fort out OF u dead hope. When the fire
has gone out she is wise woman who
sets herself 10 take away the ashes and
clean out the crate, even when she knows
| her hearthstone will be cold for MANY
year afterwards. Our little dressmaker
went on sewing and shipping as usual.
| saying never word about her trouble.
Meanwhile the household burdens were
| lightened. Mr.. Fenwick wrote kind re-
| ply to his sisters letter, and enclosed
sum large enough to supply her with all
she required.
"1 on can get you a new gown, now,
Fanny" said her mother cheerfully. lit
| has made my heart ache to see YOU wear
| that old gray thing. | like my girl to be
| well dressed"
Brave Fanny If sick heart whispered
that 1t did not matter what she wore now
| adays, she never needed the voice. She
/ chose the material with as much care as
if it had been her wedding dress, and set
about making 1t in her best style. When
it was finished, Mrs. Marks came in, and
resolutely cleared away the signs of work.
and then sent Fanny up stairs to put on
the gown and go out walking in it.
1t was getting late in the afternoon when
| Fanny returned from her stroll. 1t seemed
to her, as she entered the little parlor, that
it was full OF people her mother sat by a
window, looking nervous and fearful, yet
happy withal; and by her side was an
elderly gentleman, talking earnestly.
| A little apart from these two was Il
young man, sitting at the table and turn
ing over the pages of little volume of
poems which had been a gilt from Will
| Lam Parr to his atlianced wife. Both gen.
tlemen rose qnickly as Fanny came in.
and the elder introduced himself at once.
Il am your uncle, Stephen Fenwick.
| Fanny he said, taking her hands. "Give
me kiss, my dear. You are like the
daughter l have lost. This is my son,
your cousin Walter"
| The young man came forward, and
asked if Fanny was willing to make friends
with an unknown relative. His manner
WAS natural, his voice very gentle, and
| Fanny felt at once that he treated her with
as much Difference as if she had been a
peerless instead of poor little dressmak
er What he thought OF her she did not
learn till long afterwards but certain it
is that the image OF a sweet, pale girl, in
a brown Dress haunted Walter Fenwicks
mind for many a day.
| Your uncle wants us TO go and live
with him. Fanny" said Mrs. Kennaway
tremulously. "He is widower, and has
hOusekeeper to take care of him, shall
we GO?
"Will you come and be my child, Fan
ny?" asked Mr.. Fenwick. She turned.
and looked steadfastly at him for him for
"a moment with her eyes full of tears. And
then, slowly and gratefully, she answered
yes.
Only a fortnight after Mr.. Fenwick's
visit, the inhabitants of George street ran
to their doors to catch a glimpse of the
kennaways. The two women came very
| quietly out of the little house, and entered
the fly that waited for them and their lug
gage. Mrs. Marks waved fearful fare
well; her husband stood on the pavement
smiling broadly to hide his real feelings,
and then the vehicle ratified away, and the
folks went indoors again, saying that they
supposed the rich uncle was going to make
lady of little Fanny.
| And how was it meanwhile, with VIII
liam Parr? His intimacy with those CAV
| friends, the Derrys, had come to an end
with the summer. Julia got tired of his
attentions. and snubbed him: her elders
said to each other that young PARIS fire.
quent visits were becoming quite a nu-
sance; even Tom at last gave him the
cold shoulder. They were heartiess sci
he said to himself. feeling abominably i'll
used. And then it suddenly occurred to
him that he was only getting the same
measure that he had meted to another.
at serves me right for treating Fanny
badly" he mused. "She was worth a
huudred Julias. And she is such a good,
forgiving little thing, that | almost think
she'd make it up with me if | went back
to her again"
1t was chilly evening in late autumn
when William Parr once more took his
way to George street. \ host of old rec
objections came crowding round him as
he drew near Fanny's home he began to
wonder how he could have stayed away
from her SO long, and TO be eager for the