CHAPTER V. THE FATAL LETTER Julia and Fanny had been gone from home about four weeks when Mr. Middleton suddenly determined to go and see his gals and bring them home. Accordingly he fixed up Rat Smart, as he thought, which meant that he took off his beard and put on a brand new pair of jeans. He preferred driving his own carriage, so he set off alone for Frankfurt. It was Friday morning, and as his daughters were in school, he stalked into Mrs. Crane's parlor to wait for them. Spying the piano, he sat down to it and commenced pounding a series of unearthly sounds, not altogether unlike the fashionable music of the present day. Mrs. Carrington, chance to be crossing the hall and hearing the noise from the parlor, looked in. As her eye fell upon the strange-looking giant form of Mr. Middleton, she uttered a very delicate scream, and as she just then saw Dr. Lacey entering the house, she staggered back a few paces and tried to faint very gracefully. But the doctor caught her in his arms just in time to restore her to consciousness. Mr. Middleton now came toward them, exclaiming, Lightning Guns, what's the pain now? Scared at me, are you, madam, or miss, whichever you be?  Ugh, ugh, said Mrs. Carrington, shrinking from him in disgust as he advanced toward her and laid his large hand on her head, just to see, as he said, if she were made of anything besides jewelry, curls, and paint. At this allusion to her brilliant color, Mrs. Carrington relieved Dr. Lacey from the delightful duty of supporting her, and disappeared up the stairs, saying in no very gentle tones, what an old brute! Far away there, called out Mr. Middleton, I am an old brute, I suppose. But your right name is Mr. Middleton, I conclude, said Dr. Lacey. Mr. Middleton started and answered, how do you know that? Just as you'd know his satanic majesty, if he should appear to you? Something upon that principle, said Dr. Lacey, laughing, but he continued, I am glad to see you, Mr. Middleton. I suppose you have come to visit your daughters. Yes, and to take them home, and let their mother and the rest of the black see them, answered Mr. Middleton. Then after a pause he added, they'll be right glad to see me, I reckon, or at least sunshine will. Who is sunshine? asked Dr. Lacey.  Just then a voice was heard to exclaim, There, I told you father was here, I hear him now talking about sunshine! And Fanny rushed in, and throwing her arms around her father's neck, missed again and again his rough cheek, while he suddenly felt the need of his red and yellow cotton handkerchief, and muttered something about the roads being so infernal, dusty, that they made a fellow's eyes smart.  So Julia advanced and shook her father's hand with a tolerably good grace. I'm come for you to go home and see the folks, said Mr. Middleton, so you pick up your duds, and mind not to take a cussed band-box, and after dinner we'll start for home. It won't an hour of dinnertime, said Julia, and as we are not hungry we can start in a few moments, if you like. Fioriation, said Mr. Middleton, I wonder if we can. Well start on then a foot if you're in such a hurry, I shan't budge an inch till I've had my dinner, sads, I want to see Mr. Wilmot. Julia saw that she must submit to the mortification of seeing her father at Mrs. Crane's dinner-table, and with a beating heart she heard the bells summon them to the dining-room. Mrs. Carrington did not appear, her nerves had received too great a shock, and for that Julia was thankful. Dr. Lacy sat by her father and paid him every possible attention. Will you take soup, Mr. Middleton? asked Mrs. Crane. What kind of soup? Beef soup or mud-turcle? It is vermicelle, said Mrs. Crane, hardly able to keep her face straight. Verma-fuge, Verma-fuge, repeated Mr. Middleton, that's all my dequeer stuff to make soup on. No, I'm bledged to you, I ain't in need of thought-their medicine. Julia reddened, while Fanny burst into a laugh and said, Father isn't much used to French soups, I think. Use your napkin, Father, softly whispered Julia. What shall I use that for, said he, my trousers are all tobacco-spit now, and grease won't hurt him any now. Hellu, here, waiter, bring me a decent fork. Your Lord knows I can't eat with this here shovel, and if I take my fingers, tempest'll raise a row to row. The servant looked at his mistress, who said, Samuel, bring Mr. Middleton a steel fork. When the dessert was brought in, Mr. Middleton again exclaimed, and he took his plate of pudding. Now what can this be? It is tapioca pudding, said Mrs. Crane. Tap-n-nokey, returned Mr. Middleton, well, if you don't have the queers, things to eat. You ought to come to my house.  At last, to Julia's great relief, dinner was over, and she got her father started for home. Suddenly, Mr. Middleton exclaimed, that ere doctor is a mighty fine chap. Why don't you set your cap for him, sunshine? It would be of no use, Father, answered Fanny. Well, if I'm not mistaken, he's laid his snare for a bird, and I don't care how soon you fall into it, darling, said Mr. Middleton. How ridiculous, exclaimed Julia. Oh, now, jealous are you, tempest, said her father. What in thunder do you think he'll want of you, who are engaged to Mr. Wilmot? This was a truth which had troubled Julia, and she greatly regretted her engagement, for she well knew Dr. Lacey never would think of her as long as he thought she belonged to another. She had watched with a jealous eye the growing intimacy between him and Fanny, and resolved to leave no means untried to prevent a union between them, and to secure the doctor for herself. To do this she knew she must break her engagement with Mr. Wilmot, and also give Dr. Lacey a bad opinion of her sister. She felt sure of success, for when did she undertake anything and fail? Sinful girl. She was freed from her engagement in a way she little dreamed of. Four weeks from the time of her first visit home word came that Mr. Wilmot was sick, and would not be able to teach that day. He had been unwell for several days, and next morning it was announced that he had the typhoid fever. Fanny's first impulse was to go and see him, but Julia prevented her by saying that he was sent for her when he wanted her. That evening Dr. Lacey told Julia that Mr. Wilmot had expressed a wish to see her. She went rather unwillingly, and something in her manner must have betrayed it, for he seemed trouble, and regarded her with an anxious look. She however manifested no affection, and but very little interest for him, and inwardly resolved that when she came again her sister should accompany her. That night he grew worse, and as there was of course no school Julia hired someone to take herself and sister home. Earnestly did Fanny entreat her to remain and watch over Mr. Wilmot. I shall do no such thing, said Julia. It would not be proper, and I should be talked about. Well, then, said Fanny, I shall stay till mother sends for me. I do not care if I am talked about. This rather pleased Julia, who said, Well, you can stay if you lack. I dare say you care more for him than I do, and you can tell him so, if you please. Oh, Julia, said Fanny, what has changed you so toward Mr. Wilmot? Nothing in particular, replied Julia. I never lacked him very much. So Julia started for home, while Fanny took her station by the bedside of her beloved teacher. When Julia reached home she found that her father had left the day before for Missouri.  Julia carelessly told her mother of Mr. Wilmot's illness and that Fanny had stayed to watch him. When Mrs. Middleton heard this her maternal fears were roused lest her daughter should take the fever, and in a few days she went herself to Frankfurt to bring Fanny home. She found Mr. Wilmot very ill, but not as yet dangerously so, and after staying a day she announced her intention of taking Fanny home. Why not leave her? said Dr. Lacey.  Yes, let her stay, said Mr. Wilmot, and drawing Mrs. Middleton closely to him he whispered, Tell Julia to come to me, will you? Mrs. Middleton promised that she would, but persisted in taking Fanny. When Mr. Wilmot's message was given to Julia she said, No, indeed, I'll not go. I could do him no good. Ike was sent to Frankfurt every day to inquire after Mr. Wilmot, and see if anything was wanted, and each night Fanny wainted anxiously for his return. As soon as she saw him enter the wood she would run to him and inquire for Mr. Wilmot. Julia, however, manifested no anxiety whatever. She would not have acknowledged that she hoped he would die, and yet each time that she heard he was better, her spirit sank, for fear he would yet live. At last Ike brought to Fanny the joyful intelligence that the crisis was passed, and Mr. Wilmot was out of danger. That night in the solitude of her chamber Julia communed with herself as follows, and so he'll live after all. Well, I may as well let him know at once that I will not marry him. So saying she opened her portfolio and wrote the following note. Mr. Wilmot, sir, when I became engaged to you I was very young, and am still so. Consequently you will hardly be surprised when you learn that I have changed my mind and wish to have our engagement dissolved. Yours truly, as a friend, Julia Middleton. Ike did not go to Frankfurt again for two or three days, but when he did he was the bearer of this heartless note. Mr. Wilmot was indeed better, and when he heard Ike was in the house he expressed a desire to see him, as he wished to send some word to Julia. When Ike was ushered into the sick-room he immediately handed his young mistress's letter to Mr. Wilmot, who eagerly took it, for he recognized the handwriting of his idol. Hastily breaking the seal he read twice the cruel lines before he was convinced that he read a right. Then the paleness on his cheek grew paler and was succeeded by a deep flush. When Ike asked what he should tell the folks at home, Mr. Wilmot's voice was husky as he answered, Nothing, Ike. Tell them nothing. Ike was alarmed at the change which had come over his young master and called for assistance. From that time Mr. Wilmot hourly grew worse. Mrs. Middleton was sent for and a telegram was forwarded to his friends in New York, bidding them come home if they would see him alive. Mr. Miller, who was teaching in a distant part of the country, asked his school to attend his dying friend. It was heart-rending to hear Mr. Wilmot in his delirium call for Julia to come to him, to let him look on her face once more before he died. Then he would fancy himself at home and would describe Julia to his sister in all the passionate fervor of a devoted lover.  At last Mrs. Middleton could bear his pleadings no longer. She resolved to go home and persuade her hard-hearted daughter, if possible, to go to the dying man. Just before she was ready to leave, consciousness returned to him for a few moments, and calling her to his bedside he asked her where she was going. When being told, he replied, Mrs. Middleton, I am dying. When you return, I shall not be in this world. But I know that my Redeemer liveth, and I am not afraid to die, for I feel assured of rest beyond the grave. But there is one thing I would have. ere I go, hence I would see Julia once more. I have loved her perhaps too well, and for this I must die. Well, oh, tell her how I missed her when the fever scorched my brow, and bid her hasten to me ere it be too late. But if she will not come, give her my blessing, and tell her my last prayer was for her, and that in heaven she will be mine. With many tears Mrs. Middleton promised him that every word of his message should be delivered to Julia, and that she should come to him. When reaching home her swollen eyelids attracted Fanny's attention, and excited her fear. Springing up she exclaimed, Mother, Mother, how is Mr. Wilmot? Is he dead? No, answered her mother, he is not dead. But is dying. Then she repeated to Julia his request, and added, You had better go immediately, if you wish to see him alive, for he cannot live until morning. Fanny will call Act to go with you.  Why not? said Fanny, looking wonderingly in Julia's face. Because I am not going, said Julia coolly. Not going, exclaimed Fanny. Not going, echoed Mrs. Middleton, Why do you say so? You are going, you must go. There is no must about it, answered Julia. I do not choose to go, and I shall not go. Are you in earnest, Julia? asked Mrs. Middleton. As much in earnest as I ever was in my life, replied Julia. Well then, returned the mother in a decided tone, You shall go. I command you to go, and I must be obeyed. I'd like to see your commands enforced, madam, said Julia, her beautiful face, dark with rage. Yes, I'd like to see anybody make me go if I did not wish to. Mr. Wilmot is nothing to me, and I would hardly go to save his life. Oh, Julia, Julia, said Mrs. Middleton bitterly. Has it come to this? I can see it all now. But all can you see so distinctly? asked Julia scornfully. I can understand what part you have in causing Mr. Wilmot's death, answered Mr. Middleton. Julia turned ashy pale, and her mother continued. Often in his ravings he spoke of a letter, a cruel letter he called it, and I heard it hinted that it was the receipt of that letter which brought on a relapse. Now you will tell me whether you wrote that letter, and if so, what were its contents? I wonder how I'm expected to know what letter you mean, said Julia. However, I did write to him and asked to be released from my engagement, and I had my reasons for so doing. Mrs. Middleton sighed and said, It is as I feared. On you, Julia, rests in a measure the cause of his death. I call me a murderer at once, but I'll not stay for more abuse, said Julia, as she left the room. When she was gone, Mrs. Middleton buried her face in her hands, and sent forth sob after sob from her crushed heart, crushed by the sinfulness and mocking disobedience of her first-born. While she was still weeping, Fanny stole softly from the apartment and went in quest of her sister. She found her as she had expected in her room, and going up to her through her arms around her neck, and pleaded long and earnestly that she would go to Mr. Wilmot. But Julia's answer was ever the same. No, I will not. And why will you not? asked Fanny. Because, replied Julia, Mr. Wilmot is nothing to me, and there is no reason why I should go to him, more than to any other love-sick youth who takes a fancy to send for me. You would not feel obliged to run if Bill Jeffery should have the measles and send for you. Oh, stop, stop, said Fanny. You shall not like and bill Jeffery to Mr. Wilmot, who is so good, so noble. You loved him once, and for the sake of that love, go to him now. It can do you no harm. It would seriously affect my plans for the future. And once for all I tell you I will not go, replied Julia. Then I will, said Fanny, and show him that I at least have not forgotten him. This idea, please, Julia, and she answered, I wish you would, for your presence will do as much good as mine. Fanny hastily ran downstairs, and going to her mother said, Mother, Julia will not go, but I will, I should like too very much. Will you let me? Mrs. Middleton was too much engrossed in her painful thoughts to give much heat to what Fanny said. She only knew that she wished her to consent to something, and she mechanically answered, Yes, yes, go. It was then after sunset, and as the sky had all day been cloudy, darkness was fast gathering over the earth, but Fanny heated it not. She bade Ike make haste, and in a few moments her favorite pony was saddled. Ike's horse was then got in readiness, and they were soon galloping off in the direction of Frankfurt. It was a long ride of twelve miles, and the darkness increased every moment, while a steady drizzling rain commenced falling. Still Fanny kept perseveringly on, occasionally speaking an encouraging word to Ike, who pulled his old cap closely over his ears and muttered, Lo bless young miss, seems like it was her who was done promised a young master, of putting out this disc but not to see him. The Fanny kept her thoughts to herself, and while she is making her way to Frankfurt, we will proceed her and see what is taking place in the sick room. The large drops of sweat which stood upon Mr. Wilmett's high white forehead showed that the hour of dissolution was at hand. His mind was wandering, but still the burden of his soul was, Julia, Julia, oh, will she not come? Mr. Miller stood by him and endeavored as far as possible to quiet him, and once during a lucid interval he asked if Julia does not come, what shall I tell her when I see her? Mr. Wilmett's eyes opened wide, and for a moment he looked wistfully at his friend, and then said mournfully, I cannot see you, Joseph, my vision has departed forever, and if Julia comes I cannot now look on her loved features, but if I die ere she arrives, ask her if she wrote that letter. Just then there was a noise without, and the sound of horses feet was heard coming up the graveled walk. Someone in the room whispered, It must be Miss Middleton, the sound caught the dying man's ear, as he widely exclaimed, Has she come? Oh, has she come? Fanny was now heard speaking in the hall. We have said that her voice was strangely like her sister's, so it was no wonder that Mr. Wilmett in his feverish delirium mistook it. Clasping his hands together he exclaimed, Thank God she has come, she has come. The excitement was too much for him, and for a few moments he was unconscious.  And now tell me, do you not love me as well as you always have? Fanny was bewildered, and looked imploringly at Mr. Miller, who said, Richard, do you think it is Julia who is standing by you now? The sick man gave a startled look, and almost shrieked out, Julia, yes, is it not Julia? Speak quick, and tell me, isn't Julia here? Mr. Miller's eyes filled with tears as he answered sadly, No, Richard, Julia is not here, it is Fanny who has come. A deathly paleness passed over Mr. Wilma's face, and a paroxysm of delirium ensued more violent than any which had preceded it.  Heaven bless you for coming, beloved one, he would say, I knew you would come, and still the dreadful thought has haunted me that you might be false. For that was a cruel letter, but you did not write it, did you? Fanny answered through her tears, No, Mr. Wilma, I did not write it. It is Fanny who is speaking to you, but Mr. Wilma understood only the first part of what she said, and continued, I knew you did not, I am satisfied now to die, and yet it is hard to die when I am so young and so far from home, but it is sweet to know that I have your love to the last. When I am dead, you will tell them at home how I loved and prayed for them, my mother will weep bitterly for her son who died so far away, but she does not love me as well as you do, does she, dearest? Just then Dr. Lacey entered the room. He seemed surprised to see Fanny there, and to hear the words of endearment addressed to her by Mr. Wilma, but Mr. Miller softly told him of the mistake. This seemed to satisfy him, but he anxiously noted every change of Fanny's countenance. At last Mr. Wilma said, If you did not write that letter, who did? Was it? Could it have been your sister? Oh, no, no, said Fanny, I did not write it. I know you did not, dearest, said he. You would not do such a thing. But who did? I cannot think it was Fanny who was always so gentle, so guileless. Poor Fanny, she felt that her beloved teacher was dying with the suspicion of her innocence, and she wept most bitterly. At last a change passed over Mr. Wilma's face, a change which showed that the last trying moment had come. It frequently occurs with dying persons that at the last their faculties are for a moment fully restored. So it was with Mr. Wilma. A bright smile broke over his face, and looking up at Mr. Miller he said, I thank my Heavenly Father, I can see again. Now, where is Julia? I would look on her face once more. I told you, said Mr. Miller, that you were mistaken. It is not Julia. Not Julia, said Mr. Wilma, again becoming delirious. Not Julia. It cannot be true. Then drawing Fanny toward him he looked earnestly in her face. Slowly the bitter truth broke over his mind, and he said, yes, I was mistaken. But I bless you for coming. But Julia, my two dearly loved Julia, she is not here. Oh, if I can never see her in this world, shall I see her in heaven? They were the last words he ever uttered.  Slowly 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. Wilma. The sun was just rising, and its first red rays fell upon the marble features of the dead. There was on his face an expression so calm and heavenly that Fanny held her breath while looking at him, lest she should disturb his peaceful repose. At length she kissed his cold forehead, and silently left the room which contained the pale sleeper. In the course of a few hours she returned home, bearing the sad tidings, which was received by her mother with a burst of tears, but Julia preserved the same indifference which had been manifested throughout all Mr. Wilma's illness. Hard-hearted as she was, there came a time in after years when that proud head was bowed with grief, and those dark eyes were bedimmed by tears of penitence, which could not atone for the past, for they were of no avail to bring back the dead from their silent resting place. CHAPTER 6 Mr. Wilma's death occurred on Tuesday morning, and the following Thursday was appointed for his burial. It was the first of September, and a bright, beautiful day, but its sunlight fell on many aching hearts, for though he who lay in his low coffin so cold and still was a stranger in a strange land, there were many whose tears fell like summer rain, for one who had thus early passed away. He had during his lifetime been a member of the Episcopal Church, and his funeral services were to take place at Ascension Church. The house was filled to overflowing. Mr. Middleton, Mr. Miller, Dr. Lacey, and Fanny occupied the front seat as principal mourners for the deceased. Many searching eyes were bent on the fair young girl, whose white forehead gleamed from under the folds of her veil, and whose eyelids, wet with tears, drooped heavily upon her pale cheek. Madam Rumor had been busy with her thousand tongues, and the scene of the deathbed had been told and retold in twenty different forms, until at last it had become settled that on Fanny's part there was some secret attachment, or she never would have event so much interest in Mr. Wilma. She, however, was ignorant of all this, and sat there wholly unconscious of the interest she was exciting. Julia was not there. She had again defied her mother's commands, and resisted all Fanny's entreaties that she would go to the funeral. "'You ought to see, Mr. Wilma,' said Fanny, "'he looks so calm, so peaceful,' and, she added in a low voice, "'so forgiving.'" "'So forgiving,' quickly repeated Julia, "'I wonder what he has to forgive! If I had continued to love him, to have not have saved his life,' Fanny sighed and turned away from the hard-hearted girl, who was left alone with her thoughts during all the long hours of that day. But to do her justice we must say that after her mother and sister were gone, a feeling of sadness stole over her, her stony heart somewhat softened, and in the solitude of her chamber she wept for a long time. But whether for Mr. Wilma's death, her own conduct toward him, or the circumstances which surrounded her, none can tell. Let us now return to Frankfurt and go back for a few moments in our story. Just as the funeral procession had left the house and was proceeding toward the church, the steamboat Diana, which plies between Cincinnati and Frankfurt, appeared round a bend in the river. She was loaded with passengers who were all on the lookout as they neared the landing place. Just at that moment the tolling-bell rang out on the air. Its tones fell sadly on the ear of a tall, beautiful girl who was impatiently pacing the deck and looking anxiously in the direction of the city. The knell was repeated, and she murmured, Oh, what if that should be for Richard? The thought overpowered her, and sitting down on a seat near her she burst into tears. Can I do anything for you, said the captain, who at that moment passed her. Nothing, except to land me in Frankfurt as soon as possible, said the young lady, whom the reader will readily suppose was Kate Wilmot. Are you in a great hurry? asked the captain. Yes, sir, returned Kate. My brother is dangerously sick, and I'm anxious to get to him. Where does your brother live? asked the captain. He boards with Mrs. Williams on Elm Street, answered Kate. Then, said the captain, if you will show me your baggage I will see that it is sent there, for you probably will not wish to waste time in looking after it when we land. Kate thanked him for his kindness, and when they reached the shore the kind-hearted man called one of his boatmen and ordered him to show Mrs. Wilmot the way to Mrs. Williams' residence. As Kate approached the house she noticed the air of desertion about it, and her heart sank for fear her brother might be dead. Running hastily up the steps she rang the bell, which was answered by a female domestic who was too old and too infirm to attend the funeral. Kate accosted her by saying, Does Mr. Wilmot live here? The old lady replied by lifting up her hand and exclaiming, while the tears coerced their way down her cheeks, Lo, bless me, if it isn't young master's sister. Yes, yes, said Kate impatiently, I am his sister, but tell me, is he dead? Am I too late? The woman replied, Not too late to see him, if you'll write spra, they've carried him to the church. Where? What church is it? asked Kate wildly. Right yonder, that our brick house with the tall steeple. Kate waited for no more, but darted off in the direction of the church. Meanwhile the services were ended, and the friends of the deceased were taking their last leave of him. Mrs. Middleton and Mr. Miller stood on one side of the coffin, while Dr. Lacey and Fanny were on the other. Fanny gazed long and earnestly upon the face of her teacher, as if she would stamp his likeness with daugurian accuracy upon her heart. She was turning sadly away when a noise at the door caused all eyes to be directed that way. A pale, lovely face was seen looking anxiously in, and then a slight female figure advanced to the crowd, which gave way for her to pass. She passed up the aisle till she reached the coffin, then bursting into a flood of tears. She wrung her hands, exclaiming, My brother, oh my brother, are you indeed dead?  And as the full force of her loss came over her, she uttered a piercing cry of anguish, and fell fainting into the arms of Mr. Miller, who recognized in her beautiful features the original of the picture which Mr. Wilmot had shown him a few months before. He bore her out into the open air, where he was instantly surrounded by half a dozen ladies, each insisting that the fair stranger should be taken to her house. First among these was Mrs. Crane, who saw by a glance at Kate that her presence would not be derogatory to any house, so she determined to have her taken to her own dwelling, and urged her claim so hard that Mr. Miller at last consented, thinking that Mrs. Williams must be wearied with the recent illness of Mr. Wilmot. Accordingly, when Kate was again restored to consciousness, she found herself in an elegantly furnished room, with a gaily dressed handsome lady sitting by her. This was Mrs. Carrington, whose delicate nerves would not suffer her to attend a funeral. On seeing Kate move, she spoke to her, and asked her if she felt better. Yes, much better, said Kate, but where am I? What has happened? And then, as the recollection of what had occurred came over her, she burst into tears, and said, My brother, they have buried him, I suppose, and I cannot see him again. Mrs. Carrington answered, I think they have not gone to the cemetery yet. I will dispatch a servant and ask them to delay the burial a few moments if you desire it. Kate thanked her, but at that moment a messenger came from Mr. Miller. He had anticipated Kate's wishes, and sent word that a carriage was waiting to convey her to the church, where she would have another opportunity of seeing her brother. Mrs. Carrington felt constrained to offer to accompany her, and the two proceeded to the church and thence to the cemetery. Although Mrs. Carrington had not visited Mr. Wilmot during his illness, she was by no means ignorant of Fanny's attentions. She had taken great pains to comment upon them in Dr. Lacey's presence, saying that she had often suspected Fanny of possessing a more than ordinary affection for Mr. Wilmot, and she had some times thought her affection returned. For her part she did not blame Julia for absenting herself from him, for she had probably discovered his preference for his sister. Her object in doing this was to make Dr. Lacey think less favourably of Fanny, for with her practiced eyes she had discovered that for no other female did he feel such an interest as for little Fanny Middleton, as she always termed her. At the grave she noticed Fanny's pale face and swollen eyes, and found occasion to say to her, loud enough for Dr. Lacey to hear, I am astonished Fanny to see you show to the world how much you loved your sister's betrothed. This remark had no effect upon Fanny, except causing her to look at Mrs. Carrington in surprise and to wonder what she meant. With Dr. Lacey it was different.  At first he admired her for her frank confiding nature, and afterward he learned to love her for the many lovely traits of her character. He had thought it perfectly natural that she should feel a great interest in Mr. Wilmot, who was for so long a time a member of her father's family, but the wrong construction which was put upon her motives annoyed him, and even made him fearful that her heart might be more interested in Mr. Wilmot than he was willing to believe. As he stood by the open grave into which the cold earth was heavily falling, there rested upon his brow a deeper shade of sadness than was occasioned by the mere death of his friend. Mrs. Carrington observed it and resolved to follow up the train of thought which she saw was awakened in his mind. After the burial Cate returned to Mrs. Crane's, where she was treated with every possible attention which politeness or sympathy could dictate. A few days after the funeral, she one evening casually asked if that fair, delicate-looking girl at her brother's grave were not Miss Middleton. Yes, replied Mrs. Carrington, did you not think from her manner that she was a sincere mourner? Cate was about to reply when Dr. Lacey prevented her by saying, pardon me, Mrs. Carrington, but I think you have given Miss Wilmot a wrong impression. She doubtless thinks it was Miss Julia Middleton. Yes, said Cate, I thought it was Miss Julia. Dr. Lacey replied that it was Fanny, Julia's younger sister, and then he told how faithfully she had watched over Mr. Wilmot during his illness. Of Julia, he said nothing, and although Cate wished very much to know something concerning her, she determined not to question Dr. Lacey, but to wait and ask Mr. Miller, who for some reason seemed nearer to her than any other one of the strangers by whom she was surrounded. He had been solicited to take charge of the school, which was now destitute of a teacher, and as the situation pleased him he readily accepted the offer and accepted Mrs. Crane's as his boarding-place. Perhaps one inducement which led him to do this was the presence of the beautiful Cate, in whom he daily became more interested. Years before, when but a boy in the boarding school at Canandaugua, he had often fancied that the time would come when he should both see and know the sister whom Richard Wilmot used to describe in such glowing terms. Since then another image had filled his heart, and he had dreamed of another face, not so fair, perhaps, but quite as innocent. But now the dream was sadly over, and he had never thought of the gentle fanny for a wife since that night when, as he supposed, he saw the dark side of her character. He, however, could not conquer his old partiality and always spoke of her in the highest terms. Consequently from his description of her, Cate received a very favourable impression. He said little of Julia, but told Cate that he would take her to Mr. Middleton's the first fine day. He wished to go there in order to induce Mrs. Middleton to send her daughters back to school. The next Saturday was fixed upon for the visit, and at an early hour Mr. Miller and Cate were on their way to Mr. Middleton's. Cate Wilmot was not only handsome, but was also very intelligent and agreeable, and by the time their ride was half completed, Mr. Miller was more than half in love and was building air castles, just as he had done months before when Fanny was Mistress of them all. About noon they reached Mr. Middleton's, where they were received very kindly by Mrs. Middleton, very joyfully by Fanny, and very coldly by Julia, whose face always wore a darker frown whenever Mr. Miller was present. But he apparently did not notice it, and went on conversing upon different subjects. At last he asked when Mr. Middleton was expected home. I am expecting him every day, said Mrs. Middleton, and she added in a lower tone. I almost dread to have him come, for I do not know that he has ever heard a word of Richard's illness and death. Why, have you never written to him? asked Mr. Miller. Yes, replied she. But it is so uncertain as to what place he is in, or how long he will remain there, that it is doubtful whether he ever received the letter. We heard from him a few days ago. He was then in Indiana, and as he said nothing about Mr. Wilmot, I presume he has not heard of his death. Just as she had finished speaking, the dog set up a great barking, and the negroes uttered the joyful cry of Master's home, Master's home! The family ran to the door to meet him, but Fanny could not wait for him to enter the house. Neither could she stop to unfasten the gate, but clearing it with one bound, she was soon in the arms of her father, who uttered his usual, and said, Well done, darling, you'll do for a circus rider. Are you glad to see your old pal? The blacks then gathered round, and he shook hands with all, saying, How do you, boys, how do you? Have you worked right smart since I've been gone? If you have, you may have a play spell the rest of the afternoon. So saying, he entered the house, where after greeting his wife, Julia, and Mr. Miller, he was introduced to Miss Wilmot. He took her hand and looking at her for a moment said, Wilmot, Wilmot, are you Dick's sister? Kate's eyes filled with tears as she exclaimed, Yes, sir, Richard was my brother. Richard was your brother. Great Moses, what does this mean? And you in black and crying. Then looking at his wife, who was also in tears, he added impatiently, What in thunt? But instantly, recollecting himself, he said more gently, Can't anybody tell me what has happened? And the old man's cheek paled, and his voice trembled, as the dread of what might have happened stole over him. It last went up to him, and said softly, Father, Mr. Wilmot is dead. Mr. Middleton sank into the nearest chair, and covering his rough face with his hands wept as freely as a little child. He had loved Mr. Wilmot with almost a father's love, and during his absence had not been unmindful of him. Safely stowed away in his carpet bag were several costly books which he had purchased as a present for Richard. He had also hoped that as Julie his husband he would have a good influence over her and improve her fractious disposition, and many were the plans which he had formed as to what he would do when Richard was really his son. But now he was gone forever. The blow was so sudden, so unexpected, that for several minutes he was stunned by its force, and wept on in silence.  Kate could not reply. From that time she felt for Mr. Middleton a respect and esteem which nothing could ever change. After Mr. Middleton had become calm he pursued it to enumerate to Mr. Miller the many good qualities of Mr. Wilmot. Said he, He was a capital filler, oh, it's just so lively as a cricket, none of yours stuck up fiddle-faddle notions, and then he was such a good boarder, not a bit particular what he ate, why he was the greatest kind of man, eat cornbread, turn up greens, or anything. At this speech Kate smiled, in spite of her tears, and Mr. Wilmot went on, but he weren't as handsome as his sister, and I'll be skinned if I ever seen anybody that was. Tempest can't hold a candle to her, for all she feels so crank. Why, Kate, or Kate, what's your name? You're as handsome as a picture. Mr. Miller probably thought so too if the admiring look which he gave her was any criterion. Mr. Middleton observed it, forgetting for a moment the death of his friend. He slopped Mr. Miller on his shoulder, saying, I tell you what, my boy, it's a mighty mean wind that blows nobody any good fortune. Miss Kate weren't sent to Kentucky for nothing, and unless you're a bigger loggerhead than I think you be, you'll try to find out what she come for, and how long she's going to stay. Mr. Miller smiled and said, I hope we shall be able to keep Miss Wilmot all winter, for the people of Frankfurt are wanting a music teacher, and have solicited her to remain in that capacity.  The tears were again moistening his immense beard, but this time he hastily brushed them away and went on. Yes, that's a capital idea, and you want me to patternize you by sending my two gals, eh? Well, I reckon I can't do better if they want to go, oh, tempest, sunshine, what do you say? Do you want to go back to Frankfurt and bore to Miss Crane's, long with Mr. Miller, Dr. Lacey, Katie did, and that other infernal Katie didn't? Well, fainted, sprang away at the sight of old Josh, but though she was so dreadfully scared, the poody color didn't leave her cheeks and Adam. Latin inspects let me catch my gals painting out, but he was prevented from telling what he'd do by Fanny, who clapped her hands and said, oh, Father, you are a good dear man. May we really go? I thought Fanny would be pleased with the idea, said Mr. Miller, and even if she had objected, I was going to send the doctor out, and I know he would bring her to terms. Fanny blushed, and her father said, do you think so? Well, I'm glad on it. I'd assume she'd have him as anybody, and she's worthy of him too, for if she can love such a hideous old clown as I am, she'll stick to such a nice man as Dr. Lacey through thick and thin. But what do you say to go, Tempest? Julia had at first thought that nothing could induce her to become a pupil of Mr. Miller, but his allusion to Dr. Lacey decided her otherwise. It was necessary that she should go, for she did not dare trust her sister alone with the doctor, so she swallowed her dislike to Mr. Miller and said she would be delighted to return to school. It was settled that they should go during the next week. This arrangement gave great pleasure to Dr. Lacey, who found it very lonely in Frankfurt without Fanny, and had several times spoken of returning to New Orleans. But when he learned that Fanny was coming back, he suddenly changed his mind and concluded that Frankfurt would be a charming winter residence. This was laughingly told to Fanny by Kate, who had learned to love her very much. Julia, she disliked, for she hadn't last drawn from Mr. Miller the whole history of her proceedings, and she could but look upon the false-hearted girl as accessory to her brother's death. Julia knew that by the fair northern beauty she was secretly despised, but she did not care, for she had conceived a great friendship for Mrs. Carrington, whom she often amused with her remarks about New York people. Once she said, I do wish New York would die or stop taking Amatex and send in the contents of a billiard stomach to Kentucky in the shape of teachers. Mrs. Carrington smiled and said, I think you prefer Louisiana, Amatex, do you not? Julia blushed as she answered, Yes, but what can I do? There's Mr. Miller ready to back up whatever Fanny does and put down whatever I do. I thank him to mind his own business and stay at his own home. Mrs. Carrington did not reply, for she too was greatly annoyed by the presence of Mr. Miller and Kate, the latter she looked upon as a rival, for she was said by everyone to have the most beautiful face in Frankfurt. This greatly displeased Mrs. Carrington, who before Kate's arrival had been considered the bell of the town so far as beauty was concerned. She also felt great contempt for Kate's occupation as a teacher and said she didn't see why folk should make such an adieu over a pole music teacher. Once in speaking on the subject to Dr. Lacy she said, I am glad I was not born in New York, for then I should have been obliged to pick up chips, split wood, dig potatoes, watch dishes and teach school. Dr. Lacy's reply to this remark was, I think Mrs. Carrington, you will admit that the young ladies who come here from the north almost always possess superior education. Now if they spent much time in splitting wood and digging potatoes, I am sure they could not acquire so much knowledge. Mrs. Carrington answered, of course you feel interested in New Yorkers, for Fanny has taken a great fancy to them and whatever she likes, you must like, of course. Yes, I know Fanny likes our New York friends very much, said Dr. Lacy, and I think you will allow that she shows good taste in the choice of her associates. Oh yes, admirable, returned Mrs. Carrington, almost as good taste as some of my acquaintance show in preferring her. What do you mean, asked Dr. Lacy. What I mean, said Mrs. Carrington, that I am puzzled to know what attraction such a simple minded girl as Fanny can have for a person of your intelligence. Dr. Lacy bit his lip, but forcing down his anger said, she possesses the same attraction which every guileless, innocent person has. Guileless and innocent, repeated Mrs. Carrington, rather call her artful and designing. Depend upon it, doctor, you have only seen the bright side of her disposition.  She might have said more, but Dr. Lacy stopped her by saying rather warmly, Mrs. Carrington, you shall not talk so about Fanny. I know you do not like her, and consequently whatever you can say of her will have no effect upon me. So saying, he quitted the apartment, leaving Mrs. Carrington to her own reflections. They were not very pleasant, for Dr. Lacy's manner had said as plainly as words could say that she had better mind her own business, and she began to think so herself, for she muttered, After all, what is it to me if he does like Fanny? I am bound fast, but oh, if I were free I would compass heaven and earth to secure him. Her wish to be free was soon realized. That afternoon, when the seagull came up from Louisville, it brought home her husband, weary, worn out, and sick. He took his bed, and never left his room again, until strong men carried him out and laid him down to sleep in the silent graveyard. The close of his life was calm and peaceful, for he had early chosen the better part, and he looked upon the grave as but a stepping stone from earth to heaven. His life was a dreary pilgrimage, for though he possessed for his young giddy wife a strong ardent affection, he had long known that it was not returned, and he felt that she would be happier if he were dead.  But she was often away, and night after night was he left alone with his Bible and his God. While she was in the midst of some fashionable amusement. Her neglect was, however, partly made up to him by the kind care of Fanny, who gave him all the time she could possibly spare from her school duties. Mrs. Carrington found it very convenient to call upon her, whenever she wished to be absent. And hour after hour the fair young girl sat by the sick man's bedside, employed either with her needle, her books, or drawing. Mr. Carrington was a fine scholar, and gave her much assistance in her studies. When he grew too weak to read, she would read to him from the Bible, stopping occasionally while he explained some obscure passage, or endeavor to impress on her mind some solemn truth. Thus were the seeds of righteousness sown, which afterwards sprang up and bore fruit unto everlasting life.  His eye grew dim with the mists of death, and then he laid his cold white hand on Fanny's head, and prayed most earnestly that Heaven's choicest blessings, both here and hereafter, might descend upon one who had so kindly smoothed his dark pathway down to the valley of death. A few words of affectionate farewell to his wife, and he was gone. His crushed aching heart had ceased to beat, and in a few days the green sod was growing above his early grave.  When the springtime came the same fair hands planted flowers over the graves of her brothers, as she loved to call the two men, each of whom had blessed her with his dying breath. Here would she often go with Dr. Lacey, who was each day learning to love her more and more. Mrs. Carrington contented herself with having a few hysterical fits, shedding a few tears, dressing herself in an expensive suit of mourning, and erecting to the memory of her husband a magnificent monument. When Mr. Middleton saw the latter he said, Why the plague can't Dick have as good a graveston as that young lieutenant? He deserves it just as much. So out came his purse, and when Mrs. Carrington went next to visit the costly marvel at her husband's grave, she was chagrin to see by its side a still more splendid one. But there was no help for it, so she had to endure it in silence, consoling herself with thinking how becomingly she would dress and how many conquests she would make when the term of her mourning should have expired. CHAPTER 7 JULIA'S PLOT TO BREAK FANNY'S ENGAGEMENT Our readers will not be sorry if after a chapter of sadness and death we turn to a more joyous one, and tell them of the bridal of Kate Wilmot and Mr. Miller. Kate wished to defer it a few months, on account of the recent death of her brother, but her lover urged his claim so strongly that she at last yielded, and their marriage took place on Christmas Eve. Mr. W., one of the wealthiest men in Frankfurt, very kindly offered to give Kate a splendid wedding-party, but she politely declined his generous offer, as she did not feel like entering into such a scene of gaiety as would necessarily attend a large party. A few of her most intimate friends assembled in Mrs. Crane's parlor, and thence proceeded to the church, which was crowded with anxious spectators, many of whom almost envied Mr. Miller, his beautiful bride, while others envied her, the fine-looking man who stood there as the bridegroom. And all were unanimous in pronouncing it an excellent match. Kate's happiness on this occasion was not unmingled with sadness, for her thoughts went back to the time when, with a heart bursting with anguish, she had first entered that church and passed up its broad aisle until she reached the side of her darling brother, who lay shrouded in his coffin. Now the scene was changed. She was there as the happy bride of one to whom she had given the undivided affection of her heart, and as the solemn words were uttered which made her his forever, she felt that her brother's spirit hovered near to bless her union with one who had ever been his true friend. So she requested that Fanny should be her bridesmaid, and the young girl now stood at the altar, with her bright face beaming with happiness, for Dr. Lacey, who was by her side, had the night before told her all his love, and had won from her a promise that at some future time she would be his. He told her that he would speak to her father the next evening. Accordingly, after the wedding party had returned to Mrs. Crane's, he invited Mr. Middleton to go with him for a few minutes to his room. Fanny was sure of her father's consent, but she could not help feeling nervous when she saw him leave the parlor, accompanied by Dr. Lacey. A few moments after she observed that Julia also was missing, and she trembled lest she might have suspected something and gone to listen. Nor was she mistaken in her fears, for Mrs. Carrington and Julia both had an inkling of what was going on, and when the latter heard Dr. Lacey say something to her father in a low tone, and then saw them leave the room together, she arose and stealthily followed them upstairs. Coming out on the balcony, she stole softly up to Dr. Lacey's window, and there, unobserved, listened to a conversation which confirmed her worst fears. In a firm, decided tone, Dr. Lacey told Mr. Middleton of his love for his daughter, and said she had promised to be his if her father would consent. Mr. Middleton replied, And so it's my daughter you want! Of course it's sunshine! Certainly, sir, answered Dr. Lacey. Well, I'm glad on it. I've seen it all along, but I didn't know, but maybe tempest had come it over you with her pretty face. But devil of a life you'd lead with her! Dr. Lacey did not reply, but Julia did, and though the tones of her voice were too low to be heard, they were none the less emphatic, as she said, in devil of a life I'll make you lead if you do not have me. And at the same time, she ground her glittering teeth and shook her clenched fist at the two men who were unconscious of the rage they were exciting. Mr. Middleton continued, Yes, I'll give you sunshine, I reckon, and a hundred thousand dollars beside. It's fanny I want, not her money, said Dr. Lacey. Oh, yes, I know, answered Mr. Middleton, but I reckon you won't object to a few thousand unless you are as rich as a Jew. Dr. Lacey replied, I am not as rich as a Jew, but I am the only child of my father, who is said to be worth half a million. Half a million! repeated Mr. Middleton in astonishment. Gawd and looted, man! What made you ever think of a poor girl like Sunshine? Because I love her, answered Dr. Lacey, and I would marry her just as soon if she were not worth one dime. Maybe you would, and maybe you wouldn't, muttered Julia, and perhaps you'll have her, and perhaps you won't. You've got me to deal with, and I'd like to see the person who can cross my path with impunity. So saying, she glided from her hiding place and went downstairs to the parlor, leaving her father and Dr. Lacey to finish their conversation. Dr. Lacey proposed that fanny should continue at school two years longer, and at the end of that time he would claim her as his wife. Why, yes, said Mr. Middleton, I suppose I understand. You want her to be more accomplished like before you take her down to New Orleans. Well, it's perfectly natural. And old Josh'll spur no pains, no money. And so the conference ended. When Dr. Lacey re-entered the parlor, fanny read success in his face. In a short time he managed to get near her, and bending down whispered to her, my own dear fanny, forever. At these words a beautiful flesh suffused fanny's usually pale cheek. It was noticed by Julia, who was watching the doctor and her sister. With a feeling of almost fiendish hatred, when she saw the bright look of joy which passed over fanny's face as the doctor whispered to her, she pressed her small white hands together until her long, transparent nails left their imprints in her flesh. Just then Mr. Miller, with his wife upon his arm, approached the spot where the doctor was standing and said, Why, doctor, what has happened? You look almost as happy as I feel. And little fanny, too, is really looking quite rosy. I should not be surprised if my wedding should be a prelude to another. Julia could hear no more, but sick with anger she turned away, heartily wishing Mr. Miller was in California, digging gold with the water six feet deep all around him. When the company began to disperse, Dr. Lacey whispered to fanny that he wished her to remain a few moments as he had something to say to her. Accordingly, after the parlor was deserted, he drew her to the sofa and, placing his arm around her, told her of the plan which he had marked out for her improvement during the next two years. To all that he required, fanny promised a cheerful compliance, and he proceeded to tell her how he would, in the meantime, beautify his southern home, and fill it up with every luxury which could please a refined, delicate female. By the time he had finished, fanny was weeping from excess of happiness. It seems so strange, said she, that you should prefer me to anyone else, me, who am so plain-looking, so pure-minded and innocent, interrupted Dr. Lacey, and so lovely, too, for to me you are very handsome. What is beautiful, perhaps, is Mrs. Miller, for there are few who are, and yet I like your looks quite as well. Fanny did not reply. After a moment's silence he said, Fanny, I shall be obliged to go to New Orleans soon.  But I must, answered he. Business of importance calls me there. How soon must you go? Within two weeks, he replied, and how long will you be gone? Probably three months, he answered, but I shall write to you often, twice a week, perhaps, and you will find enough to do to answer my letters and attend to your studies, besides practicing your music lessons. By the way, Fanny, I wish you to pay particular attention to music, for you know I am very fond of it. Fanny promised that she would, and they separated for the night. While Fanny was going to her room she determined she would tell Julia all her future prospects, but she found her sister either asleep or pretending to be, the latter was the fact. So she said nothing but lay down without disturbing her. She could not sleep, however, and toward morning Julia called out, in no very gentle tones, do last still, Fanny, or else get up and go down to the palla and have another teta-tet with Dr. Lacy. Fanny saw that her sister was awake, and she resolved to improve the opportunity, even if Julia were not in a very gentle mood. So she said, Sister, I want to tell you something. Wake up, won't you? Wake up! answered Julia. I should like to know who's been asleep, or who can sleep where you are. What is the great secret you wish to tell me? With many blushes and some stammering, Fanny got through with her story. After she had finished, Julia was silent for a few moments, and then said, Well, what of it? What if Dr. Lacy has promised to marry you? Is that any reason why you should keep me awake all night? Fanny did not answer, and as her mind was relieved from the weighty matter of telling her sister, she soon fell asleep, and when she awoke the sun was high in the heavens and Mrs. Miller was bending over her, wishing her a merry Christmas. That day there was sent to Mrs. Crane's a large box, which Dr. Lacy was very particular to have handled carefully. When it was opened, it was found to contain an elegant rosewood piano, and a note in which was written, A Christmas Gif for Fanny. The delighted girl did not ask who was the giver, for she well knew, and resolved to apply herself closely to music, so as to do justice to the beautiful present. The two weeks of Dr. Lacy's stay passed rapidly away, and at their close he bade Fanny an affectionate goodbye, promising to write regularly twice a week, and to return, if possible, at the end of three months. After he was gone it seemed to Fanny that one half of her life had left her, and she felt very unhappy. There was something in her sister's manner which she could not define, and as Julia seemed anxious to avoid her, she spent much of her time with Mrs. Miller, who each day grew fonder of her little Kentucky sister, and she often called her an imitation of her brother. Meanwhile Julia spent all her leisure hours with Mrs. Carrington, to whom she confided her feelings and wishes. Mrs. Carrington was not displeased to find that Julia was determined to break the engagement between Dr. Lacy and Fanny, and secretly hoped she would succeed. Not that she wished to aid Julia in securing the doctor. After such was not her intention. Neither did she look upon such an event as possible, for she felt sure that Dr. Lacy never would fancy Julia, even if there were no Fannies in the world, and supposing he did, she could easily remedy it by exposing Julia's wickedness. In due course of time a letter arrived for Fanny from Dr. Lacy. It was a well-filled sheet and so full of affection and kind suggestions for her improvement, that Fanny felt an increased pleasure in thinking that she was the object of Dr. Lacy's love. Julia watched her with an evil eye as she read the letter, and when she saw the look of joy which lit up every feature she thought, Yes, read on and enjoy it, do, for you'll not get many more such. That day after school she started out for the purpose of laying the foundation for the fulfillment of a part of her plans. There was in the post office a clerk whose name was Joseph Dunn. He was an awkward, raw-boned young man, about six feet two inches high, until within a few months he had lived near Mr. Middleton. He had a yellow face, yellow hair, and yellow teeth, the latter of which projected over his underlip. He also drove a very yellow horse and rode in a yellow buggy. In his own estimation he was perfectly irresistible and imagined he had only to say the word and all the girls in the country would eagerly accept the offer of being mistress of his fancy-colored horse and person. For Fanny he had conceived a violent passion and wondered much that she should repel all his serious advances. At last he wrote her a letter saying that on a certain afternoon he would visit her and make a formal offer of his hand. He bade her way the matter seriously so that she would have no one to blame but herself if she should ever regret answering in the affirmative. Fanny was very much annoyed by this letter, and went on the afternoon specified she saw old Sorrell coming up to the gate. She said, Father, there is Joe coming here to offer me the honor of becoming Mrs. Dunn. He troubles me exceedingly with his attentions, and I wish you would manage to make him keep away. Thus in light it Mr. Middleton was ready for any emergency, and he answered Joe's confident knock in person. The young man greeted him with a very polite, good afternoon, to which Mr. Middleton returned with a significant, hmm, is your daughter Fanny at home, asked Mr. Dunn. Yes, she's at home, said Mr. Middleton. What do you want of her? I'd like to have a few moments private conference with her if you've no objection, sir, replied Mr. Dunn. A few moments private fiddle stick, answered Mr. Middleton. What the devil? Whose little boy are you?  You better scratch gravel for home, and if I catch you here again, dickering after Fanny, I'll pull every corn-colored hair out of your head. This rebuff somewhat cooled the ardor of Joseph's attachment, and as he felt sure that Fanny had told her father of his coming, he from that time disliked her as much as he had before admired her. Not long after the sad finale of his affair du coup, he left his home in the country, and going to Frankfurt became a clerk in the post office. Julia well knew the old grudge which she had toward Fanny, and as he did not possess the best principles in the world, she had strong hopes of procuring his services for the accomplishment of her purpose. Accordingly, at about half past five she bent her steps in the direction of the post office, hoping to see him in the street, for she knew that he usually went to his supper at that hour. She had not gone far beyond the post office when he overtook her. She greeted him with her blandest smile, and as she seemed inclined to be very sociable, he slackened his pace for the sake of walking with her. They had not proceeded far when she said, Mr. Dunn, if you are not in a particular hurry, I should like to have you walk on with me, as I have something to communicate to you. Joseph was delighted, and yet he knew not what to think. The haughty Julia had formally treated him with disdain, but within a week or two her conduct toward him had changed, and she seemed to seek his society, and now she had even asked him to walk with her. What could it mean? He was not long kept in ignorance, for in a few words Julia explained her wishes. You know, Mr. Dunn, said she, that I have money, and I am willing to pay you almost any amount, and that it is such a rare opportunity for being revenged upon Fanny, who did abuse you shamefully, and even now makes all manner of fun for you. It will not be much trouble for you, she continued, for you can watch our box, and whenever a letter arrives from Dr. Lacey, you can lay it aside until you have an opportunity of giving it to me, and you can do the same with Fanny's letters. Joseph did not hesitate long, for the love of money was strong in him, and he also had a desire for revenging his fancied insult. Julia's manner toward him was not without its effect, for he felt greatly flattered that she should choose him for a confidant. So at last he promised to accede to her proposal, on condition that he was well paid. It will be well enough, said Julia, to let her have three or four letters, as it would not be natural for him to forget her immediately, you know. Oh, yes, ma'am, said Mr. Dunn, I understand how to do it. Never fear, but I'll fix it right. Well, then, here is a part of your pay in advance, said Julia, and she slipped a ten-dollar note into his hand. At first he seemed inclined not to take it, but finally did so saying, I suppose I ought to be paid for its mad and ticklish business. After having arranged affairs to her satisfaction, Julia bade Mr. Dunn a very friendly good night, and returned home where she found Fanny employed in writing an answer to Dr. Lacy's letter. Here for the present we will leave them, until Julia's plot has time to ripen. End of Chapter 7, Recording by Jadopi, www.publicdomainaudiobooks.blogspot.com. Chapter 8 of Tempest and Sunshine by Mary Jane Holmes. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Jadopi. Chapter 8. Mr. Middleton has more callers from New York. The reader will now accompany us to Geneva, one of the most beautiful villages in western New York. On arriving at the depot, we are beset by a host of runners who call out lustily, Temperance House, Franklin House, Geneva Hotel, carriage to any part of the village for a shilling. But we prefer walking, and passing up Water Street and Seneca Street, we soon come to Main Street, which we follow until we come to a large, elegant mansion. The property of Judge Fulton, who is that evening entertaining a fashionable party. No matter if we are not invited, we can enter unperceived and note down what is taking place. Our attention is first directed toward the Judge and his accomplished lady, who are doing the honors of the evening. As we scan their looks closely, we are struck with their features, and we feel sure that to them wealth was not given in vain, and that the beggar never left their door unfed or uncared for. Mrs. Fulton's countenance looks very familiar to us, and we wonder much where we have seen her before, or if we never have seen her, who it is that she so strongly reminds us of. Before we can solve the mystery, we observe across the room a face which makes a start-up and exclaim, is it possible? Can that be Dr. Lacey? A second look at the gentleman in question convinces us that he is two inches shorter than Dr. Lacey, and also that he wears glasses. Still he bears a striking resemblance to the doctor, and we inquire who he is. We are told that his name is Robert Stanton. He is a graduate of Yale, and a brother of Mrs. Fulton. He is intending in a few days to start for Kentucky, in company with Frederick Raymond, who was a classmate of his. As we wash young Stanton's movements, we observe a certain restlessness in his eye, as it wanders over the crowded room, seemingly in quest of someone who is not there. At last there is a new arrival, and Miss Warner, a very prim lady and a teacher in the seminary, is announced, together with three of her pupils. As the young girls enter the parlor, Mr. Stanton seems suddenly animated with new life, and we feel sure that one of those young ladies has a great attraction for him. Nor are we mistaken, for he soon crosses the room and going up to one of them a rosy, cheeked, blue-eyed girl, he says in a low tone, I am glad you have come, Nellie. I had almost given you up, and concluded you were doing penance for some misdemeanor, and so could not come out. Then taking her upon his arm, he kept her near him all the evening. There was a strange history connected with Helen Ashton, or Nellie, as she was more familiarly called, but of this we will speak here after. She was formerly a member of the young lady's school in New Haven, where she had become acquainted with Robert Stanton, who was in college, an intimacy sprang up between them which at last ripened into an agreement. Stanton's home was near Geneva, and when he left college he suddenly discovered that the Geneva Seminary was superior to any other, and with but little trouble he persuaded Nellie to go there to school. She had now been an inmate of the Seminary in that place little more than a year, during which time Robert had pursued the study of law in Judge Fulton's office. He had always possessed a great desire to visit Kentucky, and had finally concluded to do so, determining if he liked it to make it his permanent residence. She was to return the next autumn for Nellie, who was to remain in school until that time. As they stood together that evening, conversing about Kentucky, Nellie said, I have an old schoolmate in Frankfurt. It is Kate Wilmot. Do you remember having seen her in New Haven? Is she very beautiful? asked Robert. Oh, yes, exceedingly so. She turned half the student's heads, answered Nellie. Yes, I remember her perfectly well, said Frederick Raymond, who was standing near, and so does Bob, but he wants to pretend he does not. By the way, Miss Ashton, continued he, are you not afraid that Kate's marvelous beauty will endanger your claim upon Robert's heart, when he shall be near her constantly, and can only think of your blue eyes as over the hills and far away? Helen blushed, but did not answer, and Stanton said, Never fear for me, Fred, but rather keep your own heart safely locked away, for fear some of those dark-eyed Kentucky girls will err you are aware, rifle you of it. I shall do no such thing, returned Frederick. I am going there for the express purpose of losing my heart, and the first Kentucky girl which pleases me shall be my wife, anyway. Whether she likes you or not, asked Nellie. Yes, whether she likes me or not, answered Frederick. I shall marry her first, and make her like me afterward. So saying, he sauntered off to another part of the room, little thinking that what he had spoken in jest would afterward prove true. At a late hour the company began to disperse, Miss Warner keeping a watchful eye upon her pupils, lest some lawless collegiate should relieve her from the trouble of seeing them safely home. This perpendicular maiden had lived forty years on this mundane sphere, without ever having had an offer, and she had come to think of gentlemen as a race of intruding bipeds which the world would be much better without. However, if there were any of the species which she could tolerate, it was Judge Fulton and Robert Stanton. The former she liked, because everybody liked him, and said he was a nice man, and what everybody said must be true. Her partiality for the latter arose from the fact that he had several times complimented her fine figure and dignified manner. So when he that night asked the privilege of walking home with Nelly, she raised no very strong opposition, but yielded the point by merely saying something about child's play. She, however, kept near enough to them to hear every word of their conversation, but they consoled themselves by thinking that the wide open ears could not penetrate the recesses of their well-filled letters which they saw in the future. In a few days Stanton and Raymond started for Kentucky. The evening before they left was spent by Stanton in Nelly's company. Mrs. Fulton had invited her to pass the night with her, as the judge was absent from home. About ten o'clock Mrs. Fulton very considerably grew sleepy, and retired to her own room. But long after the town clock rang out the hour of midnight, a light might have been seen gleaming from the windows of Judge Fulton's sitting-room, in which sat Robert and Nelly, repeating for the hundredth time vows of eternal constancy. The next morning, when the last rumbling sound of the eastern train died away in the streets of Geneva, Nelly Ashton sat weeping in her little room at the seminary. She felt that now she was again alone in the wide, wide world. Eight years before she had in the short space of three weeks followed both father and mother to their last resting place. And upon their newly made graves she had prayed the orphan's prayer, that God would protect one who was without father, mother, brother or sister in the world. The little property of her father was sold for the payment of his debts, and Nelly, who was then but twelve years old, was obliged to labor both early and late for her daily bread. Her father had lived near the city of New York, and not long after his death she procured a situation in a wealthy family of that city. She was called the girl to do chores, which meant that she was kept running from Garrett to cellar, from parlor to kitchen, first here and then there, from earliest dawn to latest evening. It was almost always eleven o'clock before she could steal away to her low bed in the dark Garrett, and often in the loneliness of the night would the desolate child pray that the God with whom her parents dwelt would look in pity upon the helpless orphan. Air long her prayer was answered, for there came to the house where she lived a gentleman and lady who saw the little kitchen girl, something there was in her sad but intelligent face which attracted their notice, and they inquired her history of Mrs. Stanley, the lady with whom she lived. She is, said Mrs. Stanley, a good enough girl, if she would only let books alone, but she seems to have a passion for steady, quite unsuitable for one in her station. When she is cleaning the knife she will have a book before her, and instead of singing the baby to sleep she will get down and read to her, or repeat something which she has learned. And has she no relatives? asked the gentleman. None living that I know of, said Mrs. Stanley. And then she added, Nellie says she had a brother who was several years older than herself, and the three years ago he was one morning missing, and they found on his table a letter, saying that he had gone to sea, on a wailing voyage, and would be gone three years. Her father afterward heard that the vessel in which his son sailed was supposed to be lost with all its crew. This is her story, but you can never tell how much to believe of the stories which such girls tell. Did you ever detect her in a falsehood? asked the gentleman. Why? No, I never did, but of course she will equivocate for all such poppers will. With whom did she live before she came here? continued the gentleman. With a Mr. Barnard, answered Mrs. Stanley, and she continued laughingly, you had better inquire about her, of him, as you seem so much interested in her. He lives out a few miles in the country. The result of the conversation was that that Mr. Barnard mentioned above, received the next day a call from a stranger, who made particular inquiry about little Helen Ashton. He seemed satisfied with the result, and as he had before learned that Mr. Barnard was a very good honest man, he handed him five hundred dollars, telling him to take Nelly home, as she called Mr. Barnard's house, and to send her for two years to the district school. At the end of that time he would furnish funds for her to be educated in New Haven. There was great excitement in Mrs. Stanley's family when it was known that Nelly was to go away, and be sent to school in New Haven. I wonder, said Mrs. Stanley, who pays the expenses. It can't be judge, naming the gentleman who had seemed so much interested in Nelly, for I am sure he would not be stupid enough to take a street beggar, as it were, and educate her. A second thought convinced her that it must be the said gentleman, and she suddenly felt an inclination to do something herself for the hitherto neglected kitchen girl. Accordingly Nelly was summoned to the parlor and the state of her wardrobe inquired into. It was found to be lamentably deficient in even the necessary articles of clothing. Mrs. Stanley then turned her rag bag inside out and rummaged through several boxes in the garret, which had not seen the light for several years. The result of her search was three or four cast-off garments, which the cook said were so bad the ragman would hardly buy them. Mrs. Stanley, however, thought they were quite a gift, and gave Nelly many injunctions as to when she should wear them. Nelly thought it doubtful whether she should wear them all, but she said nothing, and in a few days she left Mrs. Stanley's house for a more pleasant home at Mr. Barnards. It was a great mystery to Nelly, who it could be that had befriended her. But if Mr. Barnard knew, he kept the knowledge to himself. And Nelly was obliged to remain in ignorance. She was, however, satisfied that the gentleman, whoever he was, was both able and willing to carry out his plan. For money for the payment of her school bills was regularly remitted to Mr. Barnard. At the time when she wished to leave New Haven, she had written to Mr. Barnard on the subject, and in due time had received from him a letter saying that the gentleman who was educating her was not only willing, but anxious to have her sent to Geneva. Soon after her arrival there she chanced to meet Judge Fulton and his wife. Something in their look seemed familiar, and also awoke a painful reminiscence of the dark kitchen and the lone garret far off in the great city. She could not remember ever having seen them, and so dismissed the subject from her mind, merely wondering if they knew that she who was to be their brother's wife once lighted fires and clean potatoes as a common servant-girl. The reader will perhaps have imagined that the gentleman who befriended Nelly was none other than Judge Fulton. He was incited to this act of kindness by the same benevolent feeling which prompted all his deeds of charity. He had no daughters, and his intention was first to see what improvement she would make of her advantages. And if he were satisfied he would take her home as his adopted daughter. He was somewhat surprised when, two years before the time of which we are speaking, he received through Mr. Barnard a letter from Nelly addressed to, my unknown benefactor, and desiring his consent to an engagement between herself and Robert Stanton. The same male brought a letter from Robert, saying that he had just made an offer of his hand to a Miss Helen Ashton, who was only waiting for her guardian to sanction her choice. Judge Fulton's consent was given, and he wrote to Nelly that before she was married he would make himself known to her and give her a wedding at his own house. A few days before Robert left for Kentucky, Judge Fulton received another letter from Nelly, saying that it was Mr. Stanton's wish to be married the ensuing autumn. To this the judge gave his approval and determined as soon as Robert was gone to enlighten Nelly as to who her guardian was. This then was the history of Nelly Ashton, whom we will leave for a time, and as our readers are probably anxious to return to the bland climate of Kentucky we will follow young Stanton and Raymond on their journey. Having arrived at Buffalo they took passage in the steamboat Saratoga, which landed them safely in Sandusky after a trip of about twenty-four hours. At Sandusky they took the cars for Cincinnati. As they neared the Queen's City they noticed at one of the stations a tall, intelligent, but rather reckless looking young man who entered the cars and took a seat directly opposite them. There was something peculiarly attractive to Raymond in the confident self-possessed manner of the stranger and ere long he had to use a Yankee expression scraped acquaintance with him and learned that his name was Henry Ashton and that he, too, was on his way to Frankfurt, where he resided. As the young man told his name Raymond turned to Stanton and said, I should think that you'd feel acquainted with this gentleman, you are so partial to his name. Stanton did not answer and Raymond proceeded to question Mr. Ashton about Frankfurt and its inhabitants. By the way, said he, are there any pretty girls there?  Mr. Ashton smiled and answered, yes, we have a good many and rich ones, too, but the bell of the city when I left was a Mrs. Carrington. The plague it was interrupted Raymond and can't we get rid of her husband somehow? Won't he dive yellow fever or cholera or something? Or is he a gouty old wretch who will live forever? You prevented me from telling you, said Mr. Ashton, that Mr. Carrington has died since I left there, but you will hardly win this fair hearty lady unless you can plank about a million. But there are other faces, quite as pretty I think. There is a Julia Middleton who is attending school. She is a great beauty, but if report speaks truly she would keep you busily employed in curbing her high temper. No matter about the temper, has she got the dimes, said Raymond.  He then proceeded to enumerate some of Mr. Middleton's oddities, at all of which his auditors laughed heartily and expressed their determination to make the old man's acquaintance as soon as possible. When the young men reached Cincinnati they concluded to take the stage route to Lexington and Versailles, and to pay Mr. Middleton a visit before they proceeded to Frankfurt. Accordingly on Thursday afternoon, just as the sun was setting, they entered Mr. Middleton's yard, where they were received by the dogs, with just such a demonstration of anger as had greeted Mr. Wilmot more than a year before. The master of the house was this time at home, and soon appearing at the door he called out to the negroes who were in the yard. Oh, there, boys! Stuff your woolly heads down them, turn old dogs' throats and make them stop their yelling. Glad to see you! Walk in. Moses and Aaron, if this ain't Ashton from Frankfurt, how do you do? How do you do? Mr. Ashton shook hands with him, and then introduced his companions, saying they were from New York. The word New York seemed to thrill Mr. Middleton's nerves like an electric shock. He seized both hands of the young man and exclaimed, From New York, hey? Then thrice welcomed my old cabin and hominy. Old Josh's door is always wide open to folks from New York. Then leading the way to the sitting room, he continued, Yes, my own noble boy was from New York, but he died. This is my old woman, Nancy, gentlemen. I don't see why in the old Harry he couldn't have lived, But he died, and they kivred him up when I was gone, and I never seen him no more. Ho, there! Ho! Here, Tilda, fetch some hot water and make a little sling for these chaps. It'll do him good, as it might've cold and raw like out of door. The sling was made, and Ashton and Raymond drank readily and freely, but when it was offered to Stanton, he modestly but firmly refused. What upon earth, said Mr. Middleton, not drink when a friend asks you? Why, boy, just take a swaller! Here Raymond, who was ready to adopt Mr. Middleton's language and manners, exclaimed, I'll tell you what, old boy, Bob's left a sweetheart in New York, and I fancy she lectured him on intemperance. For you know the women are dead, said against it. Mr. Middleton looked first at Raymond, then at Stanton, and said, Well, he knows good sense by not touching on it, I reckon.  That's better than to come here and marry some of our spitfires. Poor boy. Dick was engaged to one of them, and I've heard that she raised a tantorine and broke his heart, but I'll fix her. I'll dock off fifty thousand to pay for that, caper. Here Mr. Ashton asked if Mr. Middleton's daughters were still at Frankfurt. Yes, returned Mr. Middleton, both are, studying all the flat things you can think on, and thumbing away on the piano. You'll see him there, but mind me one in all, mind I say, don't fall in love with Sunshine, for she's engaged, and I've gained my consent. And whoever meddles in that match'll find Josh after him. By way of adding emphasis to his words, he brought his fist back against a work stand on which stood his wife's work basket. The stand was upset, and all the articles of the basket rolled on the floor. Great Peter, said Mr. Middleton, oh, Tilda, come pick up these ear things. Tilda came at the call of her master while she was replacing the articles in her mistress's basket. Raymond, who wished to show that he was ready to adopt all the peculiarities of the state, said, that's a valuable-looking negro girl. I suppose your property mostly consists in such as she. I don't wonder that you object to give them up just to please the North. Have you many such? Yes, quite a heap on them. Why, want to sell me? Raymond reddened. His attempts at anti-abolition had not succeeded as well as he anticipated, but he soon rallied and said, certainly not. I shouldn't know what to do with your slaves if I had them. Besides, I have no inclination to interfere with your southern institutions. I am too much of a pro-slavery man myself. Likely enough, said Mr. Middleton, rather gruffly, for he did not much like the appearance of Raymond. Likely enough. But young man, let old Josh give you a little advice. I've seen more than double your years, I reckon, and I never seen a man come from the free states that wasn't a little touched with abolitionism. It's natural-like, and unnatural to change their minds so might as soon. So I advise you to keep your opinions to yourself for spell, anyway. A heap of them come here, and are surprised not to find a whip and post stuck up in every corner of every yard. I don't say you're one of them, but we don't think no better of a body when they'd jine in with us so soon. This speech somewhat disconcerted young Raymond, who was anxious to get into Mr. Middleton's good graces. But his discomforture was soon removed by his saying, boy, don't take what I've said in Had Dungeon. Folks, I always see the roughest side of me first. I'm a friend to you, and always will be as long as you do well.  You hear? Yes, master, said three or four Negroes at once. Sir, we'll be ready directly. In a few moments, the nicely cooked spare rib was smoking on the table, together with hot coffee, boiled turnips, and egg bread, which Southern cooks know so well how to make. Besides this, there was the golden-flowered butter, white, flaky honeycomb, and the Sunday pitcher overflowing with rich, creamy milk. Come, boys, sit by and have some fodder, said Mr. Middleton. The young gentlemen took their seats at the table, and Mr. Middleton continued, now lay into and help yourselves. I ain't used to polite strains, and if I should try, you'd all laugh at me. Maybe you want to now. Tempest says, I'm enough to make a dog, Larf. Who is Tempest, one of your servants? I asked Stanton. Christopher Columbus, one of my servants? answered Mr. Middleton. How Tempest would rare to hear that. Why, she's my oldest gal. I beg your pardon, said Stanton. Not a bit on it, answered Mr. Middleton.  Her real name is Julia. But I call her Tempest, because that's just like her. She's a regular thunderstorm of lightning, hail and iron slugs. You'll see her in Frankfurt. Going into the law there, are you? Stanton answered that he thought he should. Well, said Mr. Middleton, I'll give you all my suits, just because you wouldn't drink and tell a lie to that little gal at home. I'd spy as liars. Let me catch a body telling me a lie, I tell you. Here he lifted up his huge foot, which was encased in a cowhide boot, something smaller than a canal boat. He gave the table a kick, which sent all the spoons, knives, and forks to dancing, spilt the milk, and upset the gravy boat. Why, Mr. Middleton interposed his wife. I am sorry, honey, said he. But I'll be hanged if that or sling ain't getting the bitter of the old man. After supper was over, and the effects of the sling had left Mr. Middleton's head, he inquired further into the intentions of his guests. On learning that Mr. Raymond would teach, if he could get the chance, Mr. Middleton said, I reckon you can teach in Mr. Miller's school. I'll write to him about you. And I reckon he can make room for you. It was well for Raymond that Mr. Middleton did not observe his smile of contempt at the idea of being recommended by such an old cur, as he secretly styled him. At a late hour Mr. Middleton conducted the young men to their room, saying as they entered it, this was Dick's room, poor dear boy, for his sake I wished is better, for it was sometimes cold like in the winter. But he's warm enough now, I reckon, poor fella. So saying he left the room, but Stanton noticed upon the old tin candlestick, which his host had put upon the table, something which looked very much like tears, so large that he was sure no one but Mr. Middleton could have wept them. CHAPTER IX OF TEMPEST AND SUNSHINE by Mary Jane Holmes. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Jaddafi. CHAPTER IX THE RESEMBLANCE OF THE CUSINS. Among Mr. Middleton's negroes there was a boy twelve years of age whose name was Bob. On the morning following the incidents narrated in the last chapter, Bob was sent up to make a fire for the young masters. He had just coaxed the coal and kindlings into a blaze when Raymond awoke, and Spine the Negro called out, Hello there, Tom, Dick, Harry. What may be your name? My name is Bob, sir. Oh, Bob, is it? Bob what?  No, sir, except it's Master Josh. I longs to him. Belong to Master Josh, do you? His name isn't Josh, it is Joshua. Yes, master. Well then, Bob, if his name is Joshua, what must yours be? Said Raymond. Don't know, unless it's Bob away. Answered the negro with a broad grin. Bob away. That's rich, said Raymond, laughing heartily at the rapid advancement of his pupil. After a moment's pause he again called out. I say, Bob away. Did it snow last night? No, sir, it didn't snow. It done frosted, said Bob. Done frosted, hey? Said Raymond.  What'll you sell yourself for? Don't know, ain't nothing to sell, except other had and a bushel of hickory nuts. Answered Bob. But I reckon how Master acts about five hundred. Cause I's right, spry, when I ain't got the rheumatize. Got the rheumatize, have you, Bob? Where? In my belly, sir. Answered Bob. Here the young man burst into a loud laugh. And Raymond said, five hundred is cheap, Bob. I'll give more than that. Bob opened his large white eyes to their utmost extent, and looking keenly as Raymond slowly quitted the room. On reaching the kitchen, he told Aunt Judy, who was his mother, that if Master ever acted like he was going for to sell to that chap what poke fun at him, he'd run away certain. And be caught and get shed up, said Aunt Judy.  During breakfast, Mr. Middleton suddenly exclaimed while looking at Stanton, I've been trying ever since you've been here to think who you look like. And I've just thought, it's Dr. Lacey. Who, sir? Said Stanton in some surprise. Dr. Lacey, do you know him? Asked Mr. Middleton. Dr. Lacey of New Orleans? I, Stanton. The same, returned Mr. Middleton. You look as much like him as two peas, only you wear goggles. Connection of your and I reckon? Yes, sir, answered Stanton. He is my cousin. I've been told that we resemble each other. By Jupiter, said Mr. Middleton. That's just the checker. No wonder I like you so well. And Dr. Lacey going to marry Sunshine, too.  Got her picture, eh? Stanton handed him Nellie's daguerreotype, and he pretended to discover a close resemblance between her and Fanny. But neither Mrs. Middleton nor Mr. Ashton could trace any, for which Mr. Middleton called them both blockheads. I think, said Mrs. Middleton, that she looks more like Mr. Ashton than she does like Fanny. It is similarity of name which makes her resemble him, said Raymond. Why, is her name Ashton? Asked Middleton. Yes, sir, said Stanton.  She cannot be my sister, said Ashton, for I had but one, and she is dead. After breakfast Mr. Middleton ordered out his carriage and bade Ike drive the gentleman to Frankfurt. I'd go myself, said he, but I've got a fetch at headache. He my loved my gals, and tell them I'm coming to see him shortly. You'd better go to the Whizzaker House, till you find out whether or not Miss Crane'll bored you. The young man thanked him for his hospitality, and bade him good morning. As they were leaving the yard they passed Bob, who was still limping with the rheumatism. Raymond bade Ike stop, while he threw Bob away some pennies. Bob picked them up and looked at them with a rueful face. What's the matter, Bob away? asked Raymond. Don't they sue? No, sir, said Bob. I like faux-penses. I don't want nothing of these old iron rocks. Each of the men threw Bob a six-pence, for which they were rewarded with a sight of his ivories, and allowed, thank you, sir. After a ride of two hours they reached the Whizzaker House in Frankfurt. Soon after arriving there Mr. Ashton introduced Stanton into one of the best law offices in the town, and then repaired to his former lodgings. In the course of the afternoon Raymond sought out Mr. Miller, and with a somewhat quizzical face handed him Mr. Middleton's letter of introduction. After reading it Mr. Miller offered his hand to Raymond and said, I'm glad, Mr. Raymond, that you happened here just at this time, for my school is large, and I am and want of a classical teacher.  Yes, sir," returned Raymond, and, by the way, Mr. Middleton told me that you had won a New Haven girl, Miss Kate Wilmot. I knew her very well. Oh, is it possible? said Mr. Miller, his face beaming. Come with me to Mrs. Crane's, said he, Kate will be glad to see an old friend. Thank you," answered Raymond, but I have a companion with me, a Mr. Stanton, who also knew Miss Wilmot. He is going into a law office here. We both of us intended calling it Mrs. Crane's this evening, and if possible, we shall procure a board there. So they parted, and Raymond returned to the Weiziker House. While Mr. Miller hastened home to make some inquiries concerning his new assistant, and to inform Mrs. Crane of her prospect for more borders. That evening Stanton and Raymond called. They found assembled in Mrs. Crane's parlor Mr. and Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Carrington, and Julia. Kate instantly recognized the young gentlemen as old acquaintances, and presented them to her friends. When Stanton entered the room, all observed the strong resemblance between him and Dr. Lacey. At last Mr. Miller spoke of it, and Stanton replied, Yes, I've been told so before. Dr. Lacey is my cousin. Indeed, said Mr. Miller, then turning to his wife, he added, Where is Fanny? She ought to be here. It might do her as much good as seeing the doctor himself. I should like to see Miss Fanny, said Stanton, as I am told she is to be my cousin. A malicious smile curled Julia's lip, as she thought. I think it is very doubtful whether she is ever your cousin. But Mrs. Miller arose and said, I think she's in her room. 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.  Why Fanny, said she, what is the matter? What are you crying for? Fanny did not reply, but as Mrs. Miller drew her up from the floor and placed her on the sofa she laid her head in Kate's lap and wept still more passionately. At length Mrs. Miller succeeded in soothing her, and then insisted on knowing what was the cause of her distress. Oh, said Fanny, do not ask me, for I can only tell you that nobody loves me long at a time. Nobody but my dear old father, mother, and the blacks. You should not say so, Fanny dear, said Kate. You know we all love you very much, and you say that within a few weeks Julia has been uniformly kind and affectionate to you. Yes, I know she is, but what, said Mrs. Miller, anything the trouble with Dr. Lacey? Yes, that's it, that's it, said Fanny in a low voice. Why, what's the matter? Is he sick? asked Kate. Oh no, if he were I would go to him. But Mrs. Miller, for four long weeks he has not written me one word. Now if he was sick or dead, somebody would write to me, but it isn't that. I'm afraid he's false. Julia thinks he is, and she's sorry for me. There is some comfort in that. Not written in four weeks? Perhaps he's written and his letters have been miscarried, said Kate. Oh no, that cannot be, answered Fanny. His first four letters came in the course of two weeks, but since then I have not had a word. Have you written to him since his letters ceased? asked Kate. Yes, once, and I'm sorry I did, answered Fanny. But I asked Julia if I had better, and she said it would do no harm. Perhaps, said Mrs. Miller, he's intending to return soon, and wishes to surprise you, or it may be he's testing the strength of your attachment, but I would not suffer myself to be so much distressed until I was sure he was false. Come, dry your eyes, and go with me to the parlor. There are some young gentlemen here from New York. One of them is Dr. Lacey's cousin. He wishes to see you. Oh no, no, said Fanny quickly, I cannot go down. You must excuse me to him. So Mrs. Miller returned to the parlor, and said Fanny was not feeling very well, and wished to be excused. Stanton and Raymond passed a very pleasant evening, and ere its clothes they had arranged with Mrs. Crane for rooms and board. On their way to the hotel, Raymond suddenly exclaimed, I say, Bob, I'm head over heels in love. In love with whom, was Stanton's quiet reply.  Please stop, said Stanton, and not deal in so many superlatives. Which of the fair ladies made such havoc with your heart? Was it Mrs. Crane? Mrs. Crane, which of end, or just as soon, answered Raymond, why, man alive, was the beautiful Mrs. Carrington. I tell you what, Bob, my destiny is upon me, and she is its star. I see in her my future wife. Why, Fred, said Mr. Stanton, are you crazy? Mrs. Carrington is at least nearly thirty-five, and you are not yet twenty-five. I don't care for that, replied Raymond. She may be thirty, and she may be a hundred, but she looks sixteen. Such glorious eyes I never saw. And she almost annihilated me with one of her captivating smiles. Her name, too, is my favorite. Her name. Pray, how did you learn her name? Asked Stanton. Why, answered Raymond, you know we were talking together a part of the evening. Our conversation turned upon names, and I remarked that Ida was my favorite. Bob, you ought to have seen her smile as she told me Ida was her own name. Perhaps I said something foolish, for I replied that Ida was a beautiful name and only fitted for such as she, but she smiled still more sweetly, and said I knew how to flatter her. Well, answered Stanton, I hardly think you will win her, if what our friend Ashton said is true. You have no million to offer her. Oh, fly on your million, said Raymond. She's got to have me anyway. If I can't get her by fair means, I'll resort to stratagem. Thus the young man raved for nearly half an hour about Mrs. Carrington, whose handsome features, glossy curls, bright eyes, brilliant complexion, and agreeable manners had nearly turned his head. Mrs. Carrington, too, had received an impression. There was something in Raymond's dashing manner which she called air, and she felt greatly pleased with his flattering compliments. She thought he would be a very pleasant companion to flirt for an hour or two. But could she have known what his real intentions concerning her were? She would have spurned him with contempt, as she afterward did. The next day at dinner Stanton and Raymond took their seats at Mrs. Crane's table. To Raymond's great delight Mrs. Carrington sat opposite him. Stanton occupied Dr. Lacey's seat, which brought Fanny directly in front of him. Fanny had been prepared in a measure for the striking resemblance between Stanton and Dr. Lacey, but when she was introduced to him, his looks brought Dr. Lacey so forcibly before her that she instantly grew pale and half-wished to leave the room. But a look from Mrs. Miller reassured her, and she took her a custom place at the table. Air dinner was over she had forgotten for the time her lovers neglect and was in the midst of an animated conversation with Stanton, who was much pleased with his cousin's choice. Stanton's looks and manners were so much like Dr. Lacey's that Fanny felt herself irresistibly drawn toward him, and her face assumed a brighter aspect than it had worn for many days. Lacey watched her closely and felt that nothing could please her better than a flirtation between Stanton and her sister. But such was not a part of Fanny's intentions. She liked Stanton because he was agreeable, intelligent, and Dr. Lacey's cousin, but she would sooner have parted with her right hand than have done anything inconsistent with her engagement with Dr. Lacey. On the other hand, Stanton's heart was too strongly fortified with Nelly's charms to admit of an entrance to the gentle Fanny, but he admired her very much and seemed to think that she had some claim upon him in the absence of his cousin. Thus as the days went on his polite attentions toward Fanny increased, and Julia resolved to make this fact work for the accomplishment of her designs. Chapter 9. Recording by Jadapi. www.publicdomainaudiobooks.blogspot.com