Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-04-08
Gales aud Sketfhes.
IN THE. MORNING.
Continued from Yesterday

sNO. no. | understand; u, l know all
you would say, dear; I'm not angry, not
bit-there. there's kiss-I can kiss
you when l cannot any one else. | will
even say that there is faint possibility
you may be right. but it's no use; ii l
tried thousand years. could not be like
you. and Qaughingly) though don't ad-
mire myself in the least, it seems to me
that don't want to be like YOU"
PART SECOND.
Time, eleven O'Clock next morning
enter servant.
Miss Fannie. old Mr.. Arnold wants to
| see you as soon as you can 90 over"
"All right, I'll 60 Immediately"
Soliloquy: II suppose that precious
boy has got his grandfather to promise to
lecture me, and if he has. it is the worst
piece of work he ever did"
She threw a scarf about her shoulders
and was soon in the cosy library across
the street. A venerable looking man sat
in an armchair near the table: he seem.
ed sad and worn.
Il sent tor you, Fannie, to ask if you
will tell me why Ned has gone away ?''
said he.
"Has he really gone ?" asked Fannie,
startled
"Yes, he went last night; here is the
letter have just received"
Fannie took the letter and read:
| DEAR GRANDFATHER: You were never
so dear to me as at this moment, and vet,
now, for the first time, am proving N.Y.
self an ungrateful fellow, and wounding
you sorely puzzled over my situation
a long time, and cannot but think that
it is best for me to go away; that is, best
for me. You see how selfish | have
grown. will write you often and fully,
and, dear grandfather, the time will fly
until return, never to leave You again.
| sail on the 18th. in the steamer
Let me know you forgive me before sail
Yours. NED.
81 thought my trials were all ended,
my path made smooth to my grave. since
Ned came to be son to me, but there
was another trial in store for me, it
SEEMS said the old man, TREMENDOUSLY.
at is all my fault" replied Fannie
'he has not told you; he would not. OF
course, but will. We had few words,
and he came over yesterday morning to
ask pardon, and wanted to be very loving
and sentimental; | felt just the reverse,
and exasperated him; he threat ened to
90 away, but did not dream that he
would"
II thought it was something of the
kind. and now the poor old grandfather
must pass his days alone, perhaps for
years. unless'-his face frightened as he
thought-unless we can persuade him to
return. Fannie. you are a good girl,
know; you have owned up bravely that
you drove him away; will you help me
persuade him to return?'
She had not expected this; she waited
moment. but she was good girl, so she
said at last, in a resolute voice:
81 must; it is due to you, and he will
come back of course, like conquering
hero, and this whole escapade will be the
most thoroughly boyish thing he has ever
done"
"Boyish! yes. my Ned has the heart Of
boy, the heart of fresh. innocent boy
surely you don't object to that ?'
80. don't know"-restlessly-" cant
a man be manly and also be fresh and in
nocent ?'
why, Fannie. Ned is the manifest
young fellow know: he would wade
through fire TO do his duty. l am afraid
you don't love him as he deserves, my
child"
Yes, do. that is. think do. Mr..
Arnold, never saw anyone liked half as
we'll. any way. Well. will go and write
him to come back, and you can inclose it
in yours"
But Ned did not come back; he wrote
very lovingly to Mr.. Arnold, and very
quietly to Fannie. inclosing hers in the
one to his grandfather; it ran You are
very kind to ask me to come back, Fannie,
but made up my mind before starting
that it would do me good to travel, and,
in fact, that the separation would be best
for both of US. 1t cuts me to the heart to
give this unhappiness to grandfather; 60
to see him very often while | am away
So the devoted lover who had sighed if
she but frowned, thought the separation
would be best for both.
He had not even asked her to write
again; she flushed with humiliation as she
read his note. 1t is the same as giving
me my freedom, she said to herself. Sc
the days passed on.
Ned every evening dotted down his
chief impressions during the day, anc
once week sent the whole to his grand
father. He wrote in an earnest manner
and his letters were guiltless of any at
tempt at display; they were simple
truthful narration of what he saw and the
thoughts born of these new sights. When
ever there was letter Fannie knew it BY
the light of love that beamed in the ole
mans eyes when she went over of ar
evening. and it was invariably brough,
forth and read to her with the greatest
pride and enjoyment
He wrote from England. of its grandeur
and its meanness. of its palaces and it,
novels. of its great navy and its greed fol
power, wealth and territory. He wrote
from the land of Burns, whom he loved
and from beautiful Seville, where he
Toasted on the immortal genius of Murillo
From poor crushed Ireland he wrote let
ers that made both the old man and the
young girl weep together. From Mar
settles, he wrote II feel every morn
ing when rise, like shouting at the tor
of my voice:
'Ye sons of France, awake to glory.
From Paris he wrote with enthusiasm
But towards the close of his letter hi
said But in the midst of this beauty
my heart aches. O. grandfather. when |
think of my own loved country. and o
the happy lives of innocence they live
free as the birds; when think of their