Year: 1870

lows had been out when he called, and he
only hoped they would not drop in on him
on their way back. But there was ne
danger of that Miss Fanny seemed to re-
member that the afternoon was on the wane
and rising and declaring that she had never
had a nicer supper, "principally because it
was so funny" said she must be going, and
which was her trunk?


"Ihe smallest Of those two yellow ones,''
said Cyrus; "and we will write your name
on a card and tack it on the end, SO as to
make everything ship-shape."


This was soon done, and then Cyrus went
for hack. He knew man who "stood'
near the college, and who had trusted him
before, and who would do it again Cyrus
gave him some private instructions in re-
gard to making it appear that the young
lady had just come from the Kensngton
depot.


"That can be worked" said the man
"Tvhe train is 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, a thoroughly good
soul, but little careful about students, now
made her appearance, with look Of ankle
ty on her face.


'Going to take away your trunks, Mr..
Durhamn' 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 that
he was not going to leave the house, and
would explain to her in minute. A thought
of all his furniture now came over the good
lady's mind, and she retired 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 re-
membered the dispatch. Cyrus promised
to attend to that Qor he had just about mo-
ney enough; and it was agreed that it had
better be sent to her uncle, as her father
lived nearly three miles from a station
Then goodbye was said, and away rolled
Fanny to the La Pierre House with Cyrus
Durham's heart, Yes, she had it certainly.
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
before. 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 everythingl-
How disagreeable was that little stove and
how hot and how stupid were those dirty
dishes One cup, saucer, and plate he put
away and vowed he would never wash
them. He was not a 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 ofthe
trunk, while he stuck the tack through the
first corner; yes, and there 6 aCGs still U!
There was no doubt of 1.-THE card was
just where he had tackled it, What did it
mean? OH that stupid hacllman had Ia
ken the wrong trunk


Cyrus had scarcely comprehended the ex-
tent. of this misfortune when there was
knock at the door, and there entered
Heiskill, Seymour, and little Myles. They
had just got in from a walk in the country;
had capital dinner at four o'clock, and
were now here to go to work, they said, af-
ter an afternoon of play. In order to prove
this assertion they each lighted pipe and
seated themselves around the room, with
their feet upon the highest article of furni-
ture that they could reach.


"What is the matter with Cyl" said lit
tie Myles. "What makes him so quiet, and
why is he setting here with the room full o
the shades Of evening, like a miserabl9
tomb ?'


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