The Press., 1884-09-04

that Home meadow last week, stacking up the hay, with that picturesque broad brimmed hat and the scarlet ribbon knot ted at his throat. He would have made 8 superb sketch for an Italian Brigand "'
 Mrs. Cleveland herself was of the fair Saxon type of beauty, y,-rose-ch and sunny haired, with melting blue eyes and q roguish dimple in her chin, ,--and as she walked down toward the railway station with trim little travelling bag on her arm, and her pretty figure well-nigh concealed by gray ''ulster," she seemed scarcely a day over eighteen, although in very truth she was three-and twenty.
 And, as Fate would have it, the very first person she met at the statien was An drew North himself. He bowed ,constrain- edly-she held out her gloved hand.
 'sAh, Andrew" she cried, 1T am so glad to see you Are you going to New York 9
 ''Yes," he said "They have not sent my new reaper I am compelled to go and see what the trouble is.
 ''I am going to the city also," said Fan ny, lifting her blue eyes to his face.
 Andrew bit his lip-a frigid sparkle came into his eyes.
 ''Yes," he said, coldly, I have heard something of it. Pray, allow me to con- gratulate you.'
 "Upon what ?" said Fanny, innocently.
 "Upon your approaching marriage, to be sure," said MT. North, with Q spasmod- c sort of smile.
 "But I'm not going to be married" said Fanny. 'At least, not that I know of. What makes you look so strange, Andrew What is the meaning of all this p
 And then Andrew North told her the whole story, from beginning to end.
 "Ah p said Fanny, whose color had varied from white to pink, as he spoke /; "so that is the mystery? Yes, it is all true. The Bridal Robe is finished. I am going to New York to see it. But it isn't dress, at all-it is picture, which my dear brother has just completed. It is to go into the Autumn Exhibition-and Jerome wants mo to criticise it little be- fore it is framed And to think that my friends could possibly believe that that-'
 Fanny Cleveland turned away, her blue eyes brimming over with tears. The whis- tie of the approaching train sounded-the few other passengers hurried out upon the platform-the ticket agent closed his win dow with reverberating slam. Andrew he had her clasped in his arms.
 ''But you will be married? To me, Fanny For I love you, darling, better than all the world"
 Mrs. North was very much amazed when Andrew came back with the old light in his eyes, the old smile on his lips.
 s'Had good luck about the reaping ma- chine ?' said she H
 ''I've had good luck about eUerythiag, mother" gayly answered the young man. 'I've been with Fanny Cleveland to look at the Bridal Robe :! And its the pret- tiest thing ever beheld."
 "What !" cried Mrs. North.
 "A picture painted by her brother" ex- plained Andrew. "It represents young girl-the face study from Fanny's own trying on her wedding dress. And that was the meaning of your telegraphic dis patch, mother, dear"
 'Well, I declare" said Mrs. North, rub ping away at her spectacle glasses, as if she would rub through them.
 "And we must fit up the old house as soon as we can, added Andrew, ''for I am going to bring Fanny here in October, as my wife And mother, take my advice let other peoples telegrams alone, after this.
 "I don't know but what it would be the best plan," said Mrs. North, 8 little sheep ishly,