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

! friend, and would surely know somethin
about their change of residence. ,.,
Alas! Mrs. Marks house was quiet ant
dark. The shutters were closed; not
CLEAN of light could be seen within; ant
William S knock remained unanswered.
''That house Is empty,'' said a girl
voice at his elbow, and looking around h,
saw decently clad lassie with parce
under her arm. 'sThe Marks are CON,
away to live somewhere in the country.
she added o
Scan you tell me what has became O.
Mrs. Kennawha and her daughter?'' vii
liam asked, eagerly.
They're gone to London. Some ricl
gentleman found out that they were his
near relations, and he has taken them te
live with him.
Without another word William 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 Fanny He had neg
lected her-trifed with himself and his
best feelings-and we'll nigh broken her
heart; but had he ever really ceased to
love her? She was gone; she had quietly
vanished out of his way, and made no
sign.
Three years passed away. William Parr
had stepped into the place left vacant by
the death of the senior clerk, his salary
had been raised, and he had moved into
better lodgings. Perhaps if he had sought
to renew his intimacy with the Derrys, he
might not have been repulsed; but he was
now a sadder and wiser man. The sense
of loss had never entirely left him, nor had
he as yet found any one who could be
what Fanny had been. No tidings of her
had ever come to her old lover. In the
days OF their intercourse she had been ST.
lent about her uncle Fenwick, and Will
liam had not even heard his name.
One day it happened that William Parr
Was dispatched to London to transact
some business for his employer It was
winter, but the weather was clear and sun
shiny, and when he arrived at the great
station it wanted an hour to
noon. Among the numbers walking on
The platform, one figure attracted Will
Jams eye at once; it was that of lady
'ichlY dressed in velvet and sable, who
Was evidently looking out eagerly for some
'ne on the train. AS she caught glimpse
II the face she was watching for, her own
frightened and flushed in way that Will
lam well remembered. Just so had she
greeted him when he had been won't to |
Day his evening visits to the little house
n George street long ago.
A quiet-looking, gentlemanllke man
topped out of irst-class carriage and
vas about to draw her hand through his
'rm. But William, yielding to power
I'll impulse,> approached and spoke.
''Fanny-Miss Kennawha,'' he said,
lervously.
She gave a very slight start. For an |
Instant her color deepened, and then she
rankly extended her hand.
mot Miss Kennawha now," she an
'wered, smiling. ''This is my husband,
ar. Fenwick-Mr. Parr.o
William scarcely knew how he returned
he gentleman's salutation. A moment
aore and Walter Fenwick and his wife
ad passed on, leaving him standing on
be platform trying to collect his scattered
snses. Both had seen plainly that he
7as far too confused to enter into con-
ersation.
''Poor fellow!" said Walter, looking
own tenderly into his wifes face. ssI do
OF wonder that he was agitated by this
ldden meeting with his lost love. He is
great loser, and I am great gamer,
amy"