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A second time, she awkwardly returned the hand pressure, and later, these mildly sensuous exchanges prefaced the outpouring of all Fanny’s woes, great and small. “I don’t say that I always done what was right, Mrs. Laferm, but I guess David’s told you just what suited him about me. You got to remember there’s always two sides to a story.”
Little did Fanny think that he, whose false-heartedness she deplored, dreamed each night of his distant dear one, and that each day his warm heart beat more quickly, because no tidings came from her. A few days after Fanny’s return there came cards of invitation for a large party at the residence of a Mr. C——. The evening was propitious, and at the usual hour Mrs.
Julia placed a Judas-like kiss on Fanny’s pure brow, and gave a promise that she would try to be good; but she thought to herself, "this seeming change will make a favorable impression on Dr. Lacey when he hears of it." She knew that Fanny was expecting a letter on the Tuesday morning of which we have spoken, and fearing that by some means Mr.
What wonder was it, then, if he suffered his eye occasionally to rest admiringly upon Florence Woodburn’s happy face, or that he frequently found himself trying to trace some resemblance between the dark hazel of Florence’s eyes and the deep blue of Fanny’s?
Gordon said I would live, the tempter whispered suicide; but I dared not do that. About that time I heard rumors of a marriage which would take place as soon as I was well; and Fanny will you forgive me? I tried to be sick as long as possible for the sake of delaying your happiness." A pressure of the hand was Fanny’s only answer, and Julia proceeded: "I could not see you married to him.
Cameron was too proud to ask any one else to introduce her, and it seemed that she and Gertrude were not likely to make Fanny’s acquaintance at all. Toward the close of the party, however, Frank thought proper to introduce them. Mrs.
I will call her." Going to Fanny’s room she knocked gently at the door; there was no response, and she knocked again more loudly. But still there was no answer; and Mrs. Miller thought she could distinguish a low, stifled sob. Pushing open the door, she saw the usually gay-hearted Fanny seated on the floor, her head resting on a chair, over which her hair fell like a golden gleam of sunlight.
Falling back on his pillow, he drew Fanny’s face to his, and with his last breath kissed her quivering lips, and all was over. Sadly Mr. Miller closed the eyes of his departed friend, and smoothing the covering about him, left him to the care of the servants. A few hours later, Fanny entered the room with Dr. Lacey, again to look on the face of Mr. Wilmot.
But on this day, Bill Jeffrey, touched by Fanny’s unlooked-for kindness, whispered to her, just as school was commencing, that she might take his big sled at recess. This was a treat indeed, and when recess came, Fanny, with half a dozen other girls, climbed to the top of the hill, and began piling on to Bill’s old sled.
Without knowing it, Fanny drew nearer to her uncle and laid her hand on his. He seemed dearer to her from the fact that he had spent so much time with one whose image was ever before her, and whom she vainly fancied she was trying to forget. Frank noticed Fanny’s manner, and interpreted it according to his fears. "There’s mischief here," thought he.
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