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Carrington’s estimation, but she quickly answered, "Yes, I do; but what can be done now?" "Oh," said Mrs. Carrington, "your sister is very gentle and if we go to her and state the case as it is, I am confident she will yield." So they went to Fanny’s room, where they found her sitting by the window, thinking how much pleasure she would enjoy that night.

I’ll confess all to Marster George, for see, here’s another like the buried one." So saying, he held up Mrs. Carrington’s letter, on the envelope of which was Mr. Miller’s writing.

You go to the cimetery at Frankford, and you’ll see it right along side of Leftenant Carrington’s, whose widow’s a flirtin’ with everybody in creation anyway, and Frankford sartin." "I’ve now told you of all that’s dead," continued he, striking the ashes out of his pipe and wiping it on his bagging trousers, "but I hain’t told you yit what troubles me more than all.

Julia commenced operations by saying, "Fanny, what made you promise Dr. Lacey that you would go with him tonight?" "Why," said Fanny, "was there anything wrong in it?" Here Mrs. Carrington’s soft voice chimed in, "Nothing very wrong, dear Fanny, but it is hardly proper for a young school girl to appear in public, attended by a gentleman who is not her brother or cousin." Poor Fanny!

Middleton’s, she would jeeringly ask him concerning "his bride’s health!" But Mrs. Carrington’s levity was brought to an end by an unforeseen circumstance. It was now six weeks since the evening of the denouement, and Julia’s health was so much improved that Dr. Lacey began to speak confidently of the day when Fanny would be his own.

At least she had a bad influence over me, and I always feel wicked after being with her awhile." As Julia had supposed, this had the desired effect. Mr. Middleton would not ask one to visit him whose influence over his niece was bad. Consequently, all Mrs. Carrington’s hints were unnoticed or misunderstood.

Carrington’s presence would frustrate her plans, she resolutely determined that she should not be invited. Consequently, when that lady talked to Mr. Middleton of New Orleans, and the desire she had of again visiting that city, Julia would adroitly change the conversation to some other subject; and once when Mr.

"Yes, ma’am," answered Frank with great gravity, "she is my wife’s cousin." In an instant Mrs. Carrington’s coquetry vanished, and rising upon her dignity, she soon gave the gentlemen directions where to find the May party. As they were proceeding thither, Mr. Middleton said, "Why, Cameron, I understood you to say on the boat that you were not married." "Neither am I," answered Frank.

Quickly as possible she drove such unpleasant thoughts from her mind, and then tried to devise the best plan for managing Mrs. Carrington. "For Mr. Miller’s letter," said she, "I care nothing. It was written so long ago that he has ceased expecting an answer, but I well know Mrs. Carrington’s designs, and she will continue to write until she receives some reply.

Miller complied with her request and the next morning the important document was on its way to New Orleans. As our readers have twice made the voyage of the Mississippi, they will not refuse, again, to run the risk of its floating snags, sandbars and boat races; so stepping on board the same steamer which bears Mrs. Carrington’s letter, we will once more, visit Louisiana, and stopping with Dr.