Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1888-07-12
Nechancsbwn Frederick County, Maryland Thursday July T. l888
Baxter Street Lover.

said old Mrs. Fielder.
Mrs. Fielder was darning stockings
by the light OF kerosene lamp Fan.
ny, her plump blue eyed niece. was
ripping up an old silk dress, to try and
modern it after paper pattern, borrow
ed from Squire Stapleton's young wife.
"A great deal better" went on the
old lady, threading her needle with
half yard Of blue-mixed stocking yarn.
"He's got good property of his own,
and he's been dutiful son to his moth
en-, till the old lady was buried in Ches.
tleton churchyard. A good son makes
good husband, and-I don't believe
you II ever do better than Hiram Ar
Cher
"There is lots of Others in the world,'
said Fanny tossing her head.
Eyes, but don't come your way sage.
ly responded the old lady.
"That's just it, said fanny, letting
work drop on her lap. "If only had
chance I'm not so bad looking,
Aunt Zeruiah, and | don't see why |
shouldn't be able to strike a better des-
tiny for myself to be Hiram Archer 8
wife, and spend nv days in churning
butter and raising poaltry. And Mrs.
Stapleton is going to Long Branch-and
she has promised to take me with her
if only you'll consent"
Old Mrs. Fielder opened her eyes
wide behind the round, silver bound
glasses Of her sp"ctacIes,
"And where do you $ pose the mon
ey is to come from ?' she asked.
"'rherc's the hundred dollars Uncle
Jared left me-"
"Eut that was for your wedding out
fit whcn--'
ooh, but I'd a great deal rather Use
it now. Aunt Zeruiah Please, please
let me have it ! may never have an
other such an opportunity
"And what will Hiram say - yrayely
demanded the old lady.
Fanny tossed her auburn rlnslets.
"lIe isn't my master, yet she said :,
rather difantly. "And he may never
! be! Oh, Aunt Zeruiah, l do believe 1t
would kill me to be shut down for life
in this horrid, dull country place, like
a chicken in coop.
Aunt Zqruiah look keenly at her.
as that the way you feel about your
old home, Fanny p
81 can't help ii, aunty.'
"WelI, perhaps you can't. Yet if
you are SO set upon 1t you may go and
leave the old landmarks behind you,
soberly spoke Mrs. Fielder.
YES, but III come back again,
cried Fanny, u little startled by the pc,
cullar tone of her aunt's voice.
Maybe you'll never be the same
Fanny again.
The lilac bushes brushed sepulcharly
against the window panes-an owl hoot'
ell in the distant woods, and Fanny in.
voluntarily shruddered. Were Aunt
Fielder's words a prophecy?
But the next week she started for
Long Branch with her old silk made up
and retrimmed and new white dress
in her trunk, under the chaperonage of
Squire Sta?leton's pretty young wife
who had been a New York girl before
she came to liye in Glover Hollow.
Long Branch was very gay, and Mrs
Stapleton met Il circle Of dashing South
er friends there-and before the week s
end Fanny Fielder imagined herself in
Paradise.
81 do really believe, Fanny" said Mrs.
Stapleton, tanning herself as she sat on
the veranda in view of the ocean, you
haye made II conquest" !"
And Fannie herself believed it also.
Don Emilia Serey was a dark eyed,
swarthy compleXioned Young man, rath'
er below than above the average height,
who wore diamond studs so large as tc
inspire doubt as to the genunencss OF
their water in the minds of good judges,
and stiff waxed moustache, after the
style Of Napoleon III. He drove fast
horse, generally wore mineature bo-
quet in his button hole aud spoke with
a drawing accent, which was music IN
TIE ears of susceptible young ladies.
'1Ie is from St. Domingo, said Fan
ny conGdcntaIly, to Mrs. Stapleton
"And he owns fourteen hundred acres
of sugar plantations and orange orchard
there. Bot the climate doesn't agree
with him in summer time
"My" said Mrs. Stapleton. "And
really loves you 2?
"He SAYS he shall commit suicide if l
don't marry him. confessed Fanny,