Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1892-11-18

or less his senior.
But ALgeline9 Fannie recalled An
peline, in her blue. satin wedding-dress-
plain and matter. of-fact Angeline, with
her small eyes and angular shoulder
blades, her high color and higher cheek
bones. Augeline resembled her Aunt
Susan. In love with Angelinel So it
seemed; and her repeating the phrase,
bewilderedly, over and over to herself
couldn't alter the fact, either.
And going to be married. 1t was that
that brought the indignant color to Fan
ny's cheeks and made her lips tremble a
little.
Engaged Then what right had he
had to do, to say, a hundred things-to
beg her to stay to that dance to give
her that rosebudR Had he been making
fun of herr
The suulit fields before her looked
blurred through her helpless tears.
Somebody's footballs, crunching the
snow, took her attention at the mo-
ment.
"Oh, Miss Morganw an energetic
voice called. 81 hadn't the least idea
is it really youl Won't you give me a
lift, Miss Morgan"
"Ohw said Fanny, family.
She stopped the horse, irresolutely,
and Mr.. Fenton was in at her side in a
breath, and tucking the robe carefully
about her.
He was gay and smiling, with his
handsome face Redeemed by the wind.
"Tve got out of my wedding inery al
ready, you see, and was OF for a tramp. "
He had on corduroy suit and top-boots,
aud carried gun aud bag. "I'm going
to see about those squirrels over in the
east woods. Do you like squirrels, Miss
Morganl If have any luck, I'll be so
glad to bring you a pair"
"Thank you. should not care for
them, said Fanny stiffly.
She kept her eyes r;gidly on Bllly'S
check-rein.
~ an sorry," Mr.. Feuton murmured;
but he did not show the immediate ap-
probation of the snub which Fanny
could have wished. "What famous
driver you arc, Miss MOrganl" he said,
merely. "You're used to it1"
Fanny bowed q cold assent in silence.
Sill her companions high spirits were
uudampened. He chatted on brightly,
bending toward her, his eyes they were
wonderfully magnetic eyes--upon her
own. Fanny's hands trembled on the
lines.
What could she do or say whe1 ne
looked at her like thstl She felt wild
regret that Aunt Susan had told her.
They might have enjoyed themselves 50,
Ayiug down this long road. She would
almost rather not have known it-not
have believed II. She was warm aud
confused, and. almost happy; she was
ashamed to realize, in spite of every
thing.
"What a day perfection" Mr.. Fen
ton was SAYING. "I'm so glad you over
took me. You looked terribly lonesome,
and now you're not, you know" ne de
clared, laughing. "Let's talk over the
wedding; that's the proper thing to do
for weeks afterwarj, isn't itl Went of
we'll. didn't itl How good the break
fast wasl And [ never saw Miss Ange.
line.-Mrs. Angeline-look better. d.
you know, have distant cousin, Mark
Fenton's his name, who was rather at.
tentive to Miss Briggs-ob, ten year
ago or sol He's terrible fellow, Mark
He's what they call 'clus, you know; he;
extremely fond of making money aud OF
keeping this chief talent lies in keep
inc it. believe that fellow would do
ANYTHING for money. I'm candid, yot
see. though he is relation. Well,
think his attentions to Miss Briggs were
a business speculation; we all believed it.
She has quite settlement, you know
and she's thrifty and sensible, aud al
economical housekeeper. Mark realized
her good points in that direction,
and he thought he couldn't do better
You should have seen them together
Miss Morgan; the whole towa used t
laugh, Miss Briggs was so tall and broad
and ruddy-faced, and Marx so snort an'
pale and thin; we called them the Ions
and short Of it. Well, his wooing wasn'
lengthy, and ended for rather shock
ing cause. He went West to go into
business, and he discovered sOmsbo iy
out there who was little richer aud
little more economical than Angelina
so wo supposed--and he married her
He was back hare last month on bust
ness, but he didn't bring his vile.
don't think Miss Briggs grieved; shei
too profoundly practical. Aud Mr.
Ryder stepped in after awhile, you kno"
land a vast improvement he was o.