Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1878-07-12

oyO0' LILO WOASu pdlI VI UIlo young HAL
nature came uppermost at that momen
He gave one quick glance at Fanny, ar
then swept, on, without bestowing even
glance of recognition on the light dress
maker.q.fy
swell, ''said Mrs. Marks drawing Ion
| breath, II only wonder that the earth don
open and swallow him up"
\ Fanny took her lovers desertion in
very quiet way.ia She knew that the en-
had come, and did not try to get any con
fort out of dead hope. When the fl
has gone out, she is wise woman VIII
sets herself to rake away the ashes an
| clean out the CRATE, even when she know
| her hearth-stone will be cold for many
year afterwards. Our little dress-make
| went on sewing and shipping as usual, say
ing never word about her trouble.
Meanwhile the household burdens wer
lightened. Mr.. Fenwick wrote kind re
ply to his sisters letter, and enclosed
sum large enough to supply her with al
she required. 'You can get yourself
| new bonnet now, Fanny" said her mothe
cheerfully. SIT has made my hear
ache to see you wearing that old gre
thing. I like my girl to be well-dressed.
Brave Fanny! If sick heart whisper
ed that itdidn't matter what she wore
nowadays, she never needed the voice
She chose the material with as much care
as if it had been the stuff for her wedding
dress. and sat about making it up in he
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 her new gown and e
out walking in it.
1t was getting late in the afternoon wher
Fanny returned from her strole. 1t seem
ed to her, as she entered the.little parlor
that it was full of people. Her mother sal
by the window, looking nervous and tear
full, yet happy withal, and by her side was
an elderly gentleman, talking earnestly.
A little apart from these two was a young
man, sitting at the table and turning over
the pages of a volume of poems which had
been gift from William Parr to his af-
tianced. ~ 4lN
Both gentlemen rose up quickly as Fan
ny came in, and the elder introduced him
self at once.
81 am your uncle, Stephen Fenwick,
Fanny" he said, taking her hands. ''Glve
me kiss, my dear. You are like the
daughter 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 peeress
instead of poor little dress-maker. What
be thought of her she did not learn till
long afterwards; but certain it is that the
image of a sweet, pale girl in brown dress
haunted Walter Fenwick's mind for many
4 day.
''Your uncle wants us to 60 and live with
him, Fanny" said Mrs. Kennawha tremu-
ously. "He is widower, and has only
to take care of him. Shall
we go %
evil you come aud be my child, Fan
1y?" asked Mr.. Fenwick. She turned
md looked steadfastly at him for a mo-
nent, with her eyes full of tears, and then
slowly and gratefully she answered,
sYes.'
Only a fortnight after Mr.. Fenwick's
visit the inhabitants of George street ran
20 their doors to catch glimpse of the
Kennawhas. The two women came very
quietly out of the little house, and entered
he fly that waited for them and their lug
rage. Mrs. Marks waved a fearful fare
veil; her husband stood on the pavement
milling broadly to hide his real feelings,
nd theh the vehicle ratified away, and
The folks went indoors again, saying that
hey supposed the rich uncle was going to
make lady of little Fanny.
And how was it, meanwhile, with Will
lam Parr? His intimacy with those gay
riends, the Derrys, had come to an end
With the summer. Julia got tired of his
ttentions ana snubbed him; her elder sis
ers said to each other that young PARIS
requent visits were becoming quite a !
uisance; even Tom at last gave him the
old shoulder. They were heartless set,
70 said to himself, feeling abominably ILL
sed. Then it suddenly occurred to him
hat he was only getting the same measure
e had melted to another.
sit serves me right for treating Fanny
adly," he unused. "She was worth
undred Julias. And she is such a good,
little thing, that I almost think
be would make it up with me if 1 went
ack to her again. "a
1t was a chilly evening in late autumn
hen William Parr once more took his
ay to George street,. A host of old recol-
ctions came crowding on him as he drew
ear Fanny's home. He began to wonder
ow he could have stayed away from her
} long, and to be eager for the first glimpse
her sweet face. He knew just how she
ould look; his fancy pictured the glow
i'd brightness that would welcome him.
here was light in her parlor-a warm,
leery beam-that told him he should
I'd her sitting, as usual, at her sewing.
81 won't make dozen wretched ex-
lses," thought the young man. "Illjust
* her to forgive me, and tell her that 1 ;
'uld not live without herr
He knocked at the door, and stood
aiting at the door for Fanny to open it.
few seconds passed away, and then he
lard the inside latch lifted, and stood face t
face with tall, hard.featured woman, |
a widows cap. I:
SIS Miss Kennawha within?" he fall {
red.
"She doesn't live here!'' responded the
oman, shortly.