Year: 1869

!, 1t is astonishing how a common trouble
| and common relief accelerates the growth
Of familiarity. But then Fanny and Cyrus
had known each other ever since they
| were children.


"Oh, I've plenty more." cried Cyrus ;


"let me cook you sOme-you won't get any,


thing to eat the minute you get to the


hotel"


And he ran to his little wOOd-stOve,


where some embers still remained. Fan


ny demurred and declared" but Cyrus


persisted and so a fire was quickly


kindled with light wood, and he made


fresh coffee, while Fanny took off her


gloves and beat up the eggs as well as she


could for laughing at Cyrus funny ways


of doing things-keeping his ground cof.
fee in "A porter bottle, and all that stale


bread, as if he ought not to know just how


much he wanted when he bought it.
but then, you know, must always be


ready for company" said the happy Cy-


rus; and there was more laughing, and


some danger of sp'ashes of eggs on a new


travelling dress When it came to setting


out another cup, saucer and plate, Miss


Fanny asked, would he please eXcusc~irers


but if he wouldn't feel insulted she thought


she would just rub them off a little if
that was hot water in one of those SpigOts


over there in the corner. And when the


shining queen's-ware was placed on the


table Cyrus vowed that it had never been


so white since it had been bought.


They had delightful meal but no but


ter. Cyrus couldn't keep butter, he said,


in that warm weather but the bread was


Dutch cake with raisins in it, and the cOf-


fee, with cream that was just beginning


to turn, was capital, and so were the Scram-


bled eggs.


was so glad that Heiskill and the other


fellows had been out when he called, and


he only hoped they wouldn't drop in on


him on their way back But there was


no danger of that. Miss Fanny seemed


to remember that the afternoon was on


the wane, and rising and declaring that


she had never had a nicer supper, "prin
cipally because it was So funny" said she


must be going, and which was her trunk ?


THE smallest of those two yellow Ones"


said Cyrus; land we. will write your


name on card and tack it on the end, so


as to make every thing ship-shape."
| This was soon done, and then Cyrus
went for a hack He knew a man who


stood" near his college, and who had
Itrusted him before, and who would do it


again. Cyrus gave him some private in
| sttuctiOns in regard to making it appear
that the lady had just come from the Ken
| sington depot.


That can be worked" said the man
the trains just in-about ten minutes
| now"


So they hurried back Miss Birch was
| escorted down, and the man sent up stairs
| for the trunk. SO far so good but Mrs.
| Stacey, the landlady, thoroughly
good soul, but little careful about stu
dents, now made her appearance with a
look of anxiety upon her face
Going to take your trunks away, Mr..
Durham?" said she, as soon as the lady
was in the carriage.


Cyrus led her back into the hall, and ex-
planned that it was only one trunk, and
added that he was not going to leave the
house, and would explain to her in
| minute. The thought of all his furniture
now came over the good lady's mind, and
| she retired, satisfied for the present. The
| trunk was now strapped on, and at the door
of the carriage Cyrus was about to take leave
| OF Miss Fanny, when she remembered the
| dispatch. Cyrus promised to attend to
| that GOr he had just about money enOugh);
| and it was agreed that it had better be
| sent to her uncle, as her father lived near
L
| by was said, and away to the La Pierre
| House went Fanny Birch with Cyrus
| Durham's heart. Yes, she had it certain
| ly. He had known her and liked her,


ever so much, for years; but he had never
seen her in the full bloom of young


womanhood until to-day. She had never


before had such an intimate little bit of
| sympathetic action with him; she had
never before eaten at his table!
| When poor Cyrus went back into his


room, after sending the dispatch, he sat
down disconsolately How dark, dreary,


and common looking was every thing
How disagreeable that little stove, and


how hot; and how stupid those dirty
| dishes! One cup, saucer, and plate he
put away, and vowed he would never
| wash them. He was not fool, but he was
| young.


Then he lighted his pipe and sat down
| to ruminate. There she had sat and
| talked to him; there she had stood by the
| table while he was writing her name on
| the card; and there she had held it against
| the end of the trunk while he stuck the
| tack through the first corner; yes, and
there 1t scas still! There was no doubt of
1.-THE card was just where he had tackled
| it. What did it mean? Oh, that stupid
ilOullu vi IL ndCkllldH Iltu Jdktn Tic WTOnp
| trunk


Cyrus had scarcely ccmprehended the
| extent of this misfortune when there
was knock at the door, and
there entered Heiskill, Seymour, and
little Myles. They had just got in
| from walk in the country had had a
capital dinner about four o'clock, and..were
now here to go to work, they said, after
an afternoon of play In order to prove
this assertion they each lighted a pipe,
| and seated themselves around the room,
| with their feet upon the highest article of
| furniture that they could reach.
"Whit is the matter with Cy?" said
| little Myles. "What makes him SO quiett
and why is he sitting here with the room
all full of the shades of evening, like a
| miserable tomb?"


Cyrus made some joking answer, and
rising, lighted the gas After considerable
talk and general chatting, Heiskill pro
posed that the big table be cleared, and
that they should go to work
You're professor tonight, Seymour,
you know, and try not to ask any qucs-
| tions you can't answer yourself"
| Then let him stick to the spinal


column" said little Myles. al don't want


him asking me to articulatc "a humerus


and fibula again"


| "Oh, you needn't bother about whO'stO


be demonstrator said Cyrus. I'VE


can't do any anatomy tonight. The


skeletons gone!"


In order that the foregoing converse


ton may be understood, it may be well to