So Fanny sat down to her writing desk, and the few lines proved to be a

long letter ere she had finished. It was a most touchingly sad letter, and

ought to have drawn tears from Julia, instead of forcing the malicious

smile which played around her mouth while reading her sister's effusion.

It is needless to say that, although Julia went to the post office, this

letter never did but was placed in a little box by the side of two others,

which had arrived from Dr. Lacey that week.

After Julia returned from her walk that evening she said, "Fanny, if I

were you I would not tell any one that I did not hear from Dr. Lacey, for

you know it's just possible that he may not be sick, and in that case your

best way would be to seem quite as forgetful of him."

"Forgetful!" said Fanny. "Why, Julia, what do you mean? You cannot--Oh, no,

I know you do not think Dr. Lacey untrue to me?" And Fanny's large blue

eyes were fixed on her sister with as much earnestness as though her

answer could decide her fate forever.

"I do not like to think so, any more than you do," said Julia. "But Dr.

Lacey is now in the gay city of New Orleans, surrounded by beauty and

fashion, and were I his betrothed, I should not think it strange if he did

not remain true to me."

Fanny answered slowly, as if speaking were painful to her, "Oh, no, no! He

cannot be false--anything but that."

It was a new idea to her, and that night a weight of sadness, heavier than

she had ever known before, filled her heart. She thought, "I will wait and

see if he answers my letter before I believe him unfaithful."

The next day was the Sabbath. About church time Julia announced her

intentions of remaining at home on the plea of a violent headache. Fanny

immediately offered to stay with her, but Julia declined, saying that

sooner than both should be absent from church she would go herself.

Accordingly Julia was left alone. She watched her sister until she

disappeared down the street. Then she arose, and locking the door, drew

from her pocket a small key, and unlocking a rosewood box, took from it

one of Dr. Lacey's letters. Going to her writing desk, she sat down and

commenced imitating his handwriting. She was very skillful in the art of

imitation, and was delighted to find herself rapidly succeeding in her

attempts at counterfeiting. So busily engaged was she that she did not

heed the lapse of time, until her sister's footsteps were heard ascending

the stairs. She sprang hastily up, and thrusting her writing materials

into the box locked it, and had just time to throw herself upon the sofa

when Fanny knocked at the door. Julia allowed her to knock twice, and then

getting up she unfastened the door, at the same time yawning and rubbing

her eyes as if just awakened from a sound slumber.




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