The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-09-03
FANNIE,S SACRIFICE.

AS Ibuule 1etl9blltuu oIlVhei 1uu
put beside the bed over which she
was leaning a great bunch Of fra,
grant yiolsts, moist, breathing
their sweet stories of shady nooki
in deep woods.
4oh, how good you are. Oh,
they are like home, my own deal
home."
Great tears rolled down the pale
face.
"Tell me about your home. How
came you to leave it for this cityaE
said Fannie.
"My father died, and the farm
was sold TO paya mortgage. Ihad
a little money, and | thought Z
could fnd dRork iu the city Be
sides" But here Barbara Gold.
ing stopped, and a faint crimson
blush rose upon her pale cheeks.
"H'm!" thought Fannie, wise in
twenty-five years of city life and
education; "a love story" She
asked no questions, but prcttysoon
Barbara said
'!You have been SO kind, l will
tell you. Perhaps you can tell me
what to do"
II will help you in any way that
I can"
1.-TWO years ago, the summer
that | was seventeen, father took a
lodger. He was a lawyer, and his
health had failed from studying
too hard. l think he was about
twenty six or eight, and hand.
some, but SO gentle and good, that
we all liked him from the first.
And he would come into the gar
den with me, and help INC With
vegetables and fruit, because faith.
er left that to me; and would carry
the milk up to the dairy for me,
and talk about books and the city,
and-oh, Misc Pleasanton, dom!
you know2"
"IIe made love to you9"
"Yes," in a faint whisper.
"And you loved him2"
"Ycs," again; al could not help
it. When he went away, he prom.
ised to come the next summer, and
told me when he made his fortune,
he would come to ask me to share
it,"
"Did he Gomez"
"Father died the next spring,
and l came here. | thought |
should find him, but l did not see
him for long time; aud when l
did, l had become so poor, so very
poor, | would not force myself up.
on him. l worked as well as l
could; but this summer l became
sick, and but for you l should have
starved"
"Do you think your lover is still
true to youH"
II cannot tell. I would not
trouble him. Sometimes, after l
found out where his office was, l
would pass by after dark, and peep
in, 1t was beautifully furnishedj
SO l hope he is making his fortune,
but l only whispered-'God bless
him!' and came home"
"Will you tell INC his namo2"
"Lennox-Cyrus Lennox."
Fannie Pleasanton turned her
face abruptly from the little seam.
stress, who had been the object Of
her charity for the last six weeks,
and walked to the window.
"Lifting the soft, white curtains
she had placed there, sho looked
into the street, while ringing in
her ears was the name Barbara
GOlding had just spoken.
"Cyrus Lennox."
She was very pale when she
came again to the bedside. But
her voice was steady and sweet as
evsr. as she said-
a must leave you now, Barbara,
but l will come in again this af.
ternoon. If you want anything,
Mrs. Harper will answer the bell.''
ayes, she is very kind. But
you will come again2"
"This afternoon. Try to cat a
few of the strawberries l have
brought you"
But instead Of driving to the
shop where she had intended 10
make maj purchases for a nearly
completed wedding outfit, she told
the coachman to drive home.
Cyrus Lennox, the girl had said.
Fannie Pleasanton, looking
around her luxurious room, saw a
pleasant confusion of dress, new
garments loading tables. and xnrd,