Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1878-11-05
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tions have been in vain"
That was all that was said on the sub
ject, and Mrs. Ferrars began after day
or two to hope that her brother had for
gotten his penchant for the pretty French
waitress.
just fortnight after that there was
another state dinner-party. and the freck-
le-isced young man waited. Bob did not
come up until the last train. and arrived
in time for dessert, and it's red and gold
en- wines. peaches. and temples Of tinted
ice. With him came another guest, un-
expectedly detained, M. Fabilon, the
French banker, ia whose honor Mrs. Fer
rars' dinner had been specially given.
He was digni6ed, white haired old
man, whose wealth had made him neither
arrogan. nor assuming.
"You must pardon my want Of pune
tuality," said The old gentleman with his
graceful foreign bow TO the lady Of the
house, ss she welcomed him TO a sec. At
her own right hand, "but have this day
had great and unexpected pleasure"
"IndeedP' cried Mrs Foulke Ferrsrs
all smiles.
"A niece. my only surviving relative,
has been restored to me. We have
strangely been kept apart by that fate
which you Americans call circumstances !;
expected her here in the steamer. bul
not until the last trip. She could not
lind me, my poor niece; she knew no.
even my name which had been changed
TO meet the conditions of an eccentric
bequest. All, the poor grill il is 70.
nance. upon my word
And why did you not bring Made
moiselle Fabilion with youP We should
have been so happy" began Mrs.
Ferrsrs.
"Paldon, madame" interrupted the
banker. "she is "msdemoiselle" no long
er. She was married this morning TO
one who has wooed and won her in her
humolest estate"
Mrs. Ferrars was little disappointed
She had already began to form plaus for
Bob's benefit.
II am married too observed Bob. as
it were, incidentally.
You. Bob! And TO whom Pn shrieked
his sister.
40 Desireo Fon,sine ~
Mrs. Ferrars. pale as death. WAS JUS.
about 30 open her lips with torrent of
reprosches, when tho old French banker
susvely interposed.
This is riddle. enigma. OF which l
alone chance 10 possess tho clew. Pre-.
pare yourself, madsme-allow me TO
greet you as a relative! Desiree Fon-
,aine is my niece-Mr. Robert Morrison,
who married her this morning before n
happy acciden, made US acquainted with
our relationship, is consequently my
nephew"
And NJ. Fabilion went on TO tell the
astonished guests how the Clergyman
who had performed the ceremony was sn
old friend Of his. recognized the brides
name Us that OF The niece for whom his
friend had searched so long and so vsinly
And you may imagine my gra,ihca-
ton. ;" said Mr. Fabilion, with the courte-
Gus foreign bow again. when learned
that the husband of my Desiree's choice
was Mr.. Perrsrs' brolher.in.law."
Mrs. Foulke Ferrars grew red and
white by turns; she hardly knew what to
say. and the few buried congratulations
that she finally stsmmered forth were in
distinct and confused enough, while Bob
sat by. maliciously enjoying her embar-
rassment.
Mr.. Morrison took the next train back
to town; he bad only como up to witness
the denouement of this little life romance,
and was impatient, bridegroom like, to
return 20 Desiree.
But as he made his adieu. bo whispered
roguishly in his sisters ear -
Now what do you think about what
constitutes ladyP"
And Mrs. Ferrars answered. blushing
do have little mercy, Bob! How
was to know that my waitress Was the
grea, French bankers niecep"
al knew tha. she was precious
jewel" answered the young husband, en-
Enthusiastically.
Nor did Mrs. Foulke Ferrsrs contradic.
him this time.