The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-28

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"She'll be older, of course" he said.
''Thin-perhaps fragile and worn; pale,
too. No matter; it's Fanny, and she'll be
beautiful to me-"
And he wrote her q letter on the spot
in which, however, he only told her that
he was coming to see her.
An elderly lady was walking in green
lane near Horusey, while Two children
and a poodle which was her own, the chill
dren her landlady's. She was very stout
lady with four chins and red face, and
no waist whatever.
As she walked, there came up the lane
a wcazen old gentleman, with large,
green umbrella under his arm. His nose
and chin met. His head was as smooth
asap egg, except just at the nape of the
neck, were six hairs still clung. His ears
stood out on each side of his face, large
yellow, and with frosty pinches on them.
He had watery-bue eyes, and wart on
his forehead. Just the kind of old men
the stout lady hated. For his part, he
disliked fat women.
"a frowzy old creature" he thought;
and just then poodle and children, all
tied together with blue ribbon, tangled
themse YES about his legs, and nearly
overset him.
"Come hear, my dears; don't run
against the gentleman that way" said
the tat lady, in q faint voice.
'People should teach their grandchil-
dren and their dogs better manners, said
the cd gentleman testify.
"My grandchildren painted the old
lady: what impertinence! beg You'll
not kick that dog, sir. Cruelty to animals
is forbidden by law, thank heavenw
"lf this dog is mad, as he seems to he,
I'll have him shot," said the old gentle
man.
Come here, Fido, darling" cried the
elderly lady. my deas, run home to
your ma"
And just then out stepped the land
lady. To her the old gentleman ad-
dressed himself:
81 beg pardon, ma'am. Can You tell
me in which Of these houses | can find a
lady of the name of Partridge-Miss
Fanny Partridge"
why, this is the hou.e, sir" said the
landlady: "and here's Miss Partridge her
self"
"Will you hand her this?' said the old
gentleman, looking eagerly around in
search of Miss Partridge. and never
thinking of the stout lady.
'llere ma'am,' said the landladv, pre-
senling the card to that individual. ''This
sir, il Miss Partridge"
The name upon the card was "Horatio
Tibbets." That hideous little old man,
like weasel, with n green cotton UNI
hrella; and no hair Horatio?
That overgrown woman, like lobster,
Fanny
Neither would believe it; hut 1t was
true--as true as age is, and time, and
change, and all the rest of it. They sat
Oh the holschair sofa in the parlor and
tried to talk; and as they did so, they dis
covered that Fannie and Horatio, who
low d each other, were both dead--as
though the sods were over their poor
hearts!
Had they married years before, proba-
bly, they would have been still
dear to each other still pleasant
to look upon in the blindness Of affac-
ton; but meeting as strangers, they re-
pulsed each other.
eff he should presume upon our old af-
fectionf thought Fanny; ''such a very
disagreeable old mani
'If she should expect me to remember
the past, this dreadful mountain Of
fcsh!' thought Horatio; and then he told
her he was glad to see her so well, and
'hoped they should be neighbors."
She "thought that unlikely" the place
did not agree with her.
Each dodged the past, not guessing
how very glad the other was. to dodce it
also, and they parted for ever, politely
hoping to meet very soon. That night
two pillows were wet with tears. Fanny
went for the youthful lover of whose
death She seemed to have heard that day,
and Horatio for lost Fanny, now only
a memory. But there WAS no thought of
any present liking of any new flashing
mp of the dead flame. They did mol
even wish to meet again.
There was certain horror in that first
meeting not to be forgotten.
They never met more; but when Fan.
ny died, years aft r, the ring with its
motto of "Dinna iorget"--the ring which
no power could have placed upon her fat
tnger-hung by it, ribbon over her
heart, and Horatio had buried with him
lock OF hair severed from Fanny's
head in that long ago when it was golden.
Each heart was young and true; but
Forty years of comfortable, well, to-do
life had been very cruel to their bodies
to their voices-to their manners.
DO you suppose that somewhere beyond
the stars tn have met. and are lovers
again? / hope 80; for in their own way
they suffered greatly here for no faults Of
their own.