The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1897-07-14
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voice.
And he turned his head.
He saw her and went to meet her at
once.
''0h, L am so glad TO meet YOU" said
Fanny. al suppose / ought to start ut
once"
"And I'll go with you AS far as,
where you change carriages" said
Luke Robbins.
He saw people stare at her as she
passed.
Part of the staring was at the mark,
part of ii at the pretty free and figure.
He laid it ali to the mark, Us she had
all her life.
He grew very grave.
1t was Il terrible blemish.
In those moonlight lovers walks in
the country he had forgotten all about
il, but in the crowded streets how it
forced itself upon him.
Everyone stared 50.
In the carriage which they soon step
ped into, little child opened its round
eyes, and with a child's innocent inn
pertinence, pointed its finger straight
at the mark on Fanny's face.
At the station there was a crowd.
Luke had passed Fanny i'm first, and
stopped to pay the fare.
"rwo," said he.
''The old lady ~ asked the man.
NO" said Luke.
''Oh, that one with the red scar on
her face" said the man, lowering his
voice. "AlI right"
"Confound your said Luke, in "a
rage.
But the man had meant no rudeness,
nor had Fanny heard him; but Luke
was excited, confused, agitated.
He hardly knew why then.
He handed her out of the carriage;
then he pressed her hand.
''Good-by until we meet" he said,
and stepped to the platform. "Here is
you train coming up.n
There stood one of those white-beard-
ed, red-cheeked old gentlemen who
affect to lie 'Judges of women" in "a
way that is insulting to every woman,
since it places her on a level with wine
and horses, having nothing whatever
to do with anything but her personal
attractions.
''Ah! how de do?'' said this old gen.
tlenan, grasping Luke's hand. "Glad
to see you my boy. Doing the gallant,
| see. No relation, suppose"
''No," said Luke.
Thought not" said the old gentle
man. ''We let our sisters and cousins
take care of themselves for the most
part. Pretty figure, rather; good step,
but confounded ugly red mark. \ mai
like that, eh Luke"
NO" said Luke, "a man wouldn'r
like it,"
Something rustled at his elbow.
IL left my parcel, Mr.. Robbins"
said cold little voice.
Fanny stood there, SO pale that the
mark looked pure scarlet.
Thanks. Don't trouble yourself"
"But he went back with her, and he
would have pressed her hand once
more, only she kept it from him.
She had heard his speech:
"A man wouldn't like it."
She had heard the speech that calls
"a his answer.
And "a he looked after her rs she en-
Iered the carriage, two tears came into
his eyes.
They trickled down his cheeks.
He wiped them away.
Suddenly he felt that he loved Fam- !
ny Rushton from his soul-that this
sort of trouble that the re-
marks and gli.nces of strangers had
caused him would never make him
ashamed of himself again.
"Fanny, my darling" he said to him
,elf; Fanny my love your face is dearer
20 me for its blemish, and you shall |
know it before / sleep. You should,
we're you beggar. Pll hide it from
he worlds cold eyes OH my bosom,
iarling, and I'll love you all the more !
or il.
He followed after her.
He walked up the garden path in the !
twilight.
He asked for Miss Fanny.
'She hasn't come in yet" said the
servant. "They are so frightened
lbout her-master and missus-but tell !
EN- she'll turn up all right"
Luke's heart stood still.
a presentiment of evil filled his |
mind.
In the gathering darkness two anx-
Gus men went forth, hoping against |
nope.
''She stepped out on tie platform
Either she was bewilGered |
II she did it on purpose. We We're
,oing full speed. She had n blne dress
md a white hat, and there's 4 red |
mark on her face. They'll know her |
~ that.
That was the guards story.
That was the story that Luke and |
'anny's father heard at last
Did she step out on purpose or was
he "bewildered?'
God only knows-nc living being.
Luke tried to believe that what size /
lad heard him say had nothing to DO
With il.
But it was too late now To tell her
What he felt-too late t , hide her sweet !
ace on his heart.
He could only stoop over, her, rs she |
ay in her coffin, and press the last kiss
lis lips ever offered To any woman
Ipon the cold check that, even i'll the
Ieath hour, bore still upon it that fatal
ed mark. New York News.
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