The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1893-05-06
CHAPTER VIII.

IN Edgar street, Soho, was we'll
known book-shop kept by Fairdon
Brothers. one Of the two brothers An
rev Fairdun, attended to the business;
he other had gone out to Australia
many years ago, and having sent home
money to put into the business, honest
Andrew had added "Brothers' in large
etters to the Inscription over the door
Lowell Fairdon had almost faded from
the remembrance Of the English reIa-
tives. The two brothers in former days
had been close companions and friends,
both intelligent, both ambitious. Lovers
ambition took practical, money-mak
ng turn; Andrews was quenched by his
falling in love, which caused him con-
tentedIY to take up his fathers trade,
and sell books in Edgar street, Soho.
The girl whom he married had little
lower of two hundred pounds, very
profitable to the business. She was
somewhat beneath him in position, far
below him in education, the only child
If small tenant-farmer. She had lived
all her life among poultry and cows and
was easily attracted by the clever young
LOndoner, who came down frequently
Tor a country Sunday; and her shy,
gentle manner, and the fresh sweetness
IF her beauty, proved to him an ire
sistible attraction.
The Shrewder Lovel tried to talk away
ais brothers fancy, but Andrews hear
had always been better than his head
and he triumphantly brought home his
young wife from the green open country
to gloomy Soho.
Mamie pinned at first, as was but nat
lraL Andrew was too clever for her:
he was always talking of things OF which
she knew nothing: always writing scraps
IF poetry that she could admire, though
she could not understand Sometimes
he would be angry with her want of
power OF criticism; discriminating adj
miration he called it-not blind incense.
But with all his ahsurditieS he was
good and amiablc man. and few couples
loved each other with a more harmoni-
Gus love than Andrew Fairdon and Nan
lie his wife.
Mamie had but one real trouble in the
wide world now that she had outlivcd
her plantation into the busy hum
i the London streets, and that trouble
was, that the only little child God had
sent her, had remained but one short
week in the world, and had been laid to
rest in the green church yard of her own
home
So Nannie'S pretty face had sad look,
ana very early there were threads Of
silver in her fair hair. Mrs. Fairdou' 5
great delight was to do what good She
sould. The parish workhOuse was not
far from the shop, and she had made ac-
luaintance with the busy matron, Mrs.
Brown, the consequence was that she
was often allowed to visit the old people
and the infrmary, and her visits were
nailed with Notwithstanding. as they
often did, packets of tea, good home
made cake, and sometimes baskets Of
lowers More than one Door friendleSs
vaif OF society owed to her tnat most
precious of all gifts, a fresh start on
coming out Of the house. In any out-of-
the-way case Mrs Brown was won't to
seek sympathy and even advice from
Mrs. Fairdon,
It had teen so when poor Assunta had
oeen brought in almost dying, and re
iuCed 70 such poverty that she had sold
al the warm clothing she had possessed.
ASsunta never again raised her head
rom the pillow. The baby was a
strong, healthy child, and throve well
even on workbouSe nursing and food. l.
used to lie contentedlY cooling for hours
0v its diving mother, at once the com
Tort ana agony Of her heart That no
answer came TO her letter scanned to As