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(ATI Rights Reserved.) H WRITTEN IN FIRE;" OR, THE WITNESS IN THE DARK. BY FLORENCE MARRYAT, AUTHOR OF Love's Conflict," Fighting the Air," Her Father's Name," &.o.. &c., &c. CHAPTER XII. FABIAN NEARLY PROPOSES. His Christmas visit to Mordham did not tend to make the hard, dry study he was forced to return to, in the dull old town of Norwich, more palatable to Fabian's taste. He became altog-ther too dreamy and atjisriacced for a student, and Mr. iSutton had occasion more than once to reprove him for want of attention and (licence. When in'the lecture or the dissect- ing room, iudeed, where his interest was thoroughly aroused, his bright intelligent face might be observed to be the most earnest there; when his sympathies vreve touched, too, in tho operating theatre, or by the bedside of somd dying patient, no thoughts crossed his mind but such as were given to the sufferings before him, and the best means of alleviating them. But Fabian had work allotted to him to do in private; huge tomes, teeming with hard words and harder meanings, to carry back to his room and decipher by the force of his own understanding, and it was when the excitement of his labours was over that he felt it so impossible to fix his mind upon the dry details that were so essentially nece«sary for him to acquire before he attempted to turn theory into, practice. Thus it was that the young, ardent, poetica nature, burning with its own beautiful dreams of an unattainable perfection, would lose itself in imagining what it might do, if the circumstances of this life would only give it fair play, and Fabian would wake up with a sigh, to con over again details of disease which disheartened him the more he knew of it, seeing how little at the beat it is possible for science to do in battling against the inroads of mortality. But other dreams than those of art mingled with Fabian's hopes for the future, fcjince his return to Mordham, and realisation of how much the want .of a home (even such a sorry home as that had been) and congenial companionship meant for him, he bad been occupied in considering how he could continue to make his own wishes tally with his cousins' good— his coueins, not only Andy, for whom he entertained 10 close an affection that he did not believe in a happy life spent apart from him, but also Milly. Poor little Mill)"; so good and patient and long-sutler tng. So like her dead mother in her capacity for for. giveness,and her humble opinion of herself. Fabian could not leave her happiness out of the calculation that Deluded that of Andy and his own. What could he do single-handed to release these two friends from their domestic bondage? That was Fabian's specu. lation by day and night. Andy, be hoped, might be induced by-and-by to seek work away from M' (ahaa:, and near wherever he (Fabian) might be domiciled. Andy's love for Rosie should be a powerful incentive to him to create independence for himself but Fabian was beginning to doubt if his cousin did love his betrothed as he ought to do. And his disagreements with his father, which were becoming, apparently, more common each day, were very likely, in an angry hour, to drive him forth from home to seek his for. tunes elsewhere. And then how gladly would Fabian stretch out a helping hand, however feeble, to guide his feet upon dry land. But poor little Milly What, in such a case, would become of her ? How could they—her brothers-who had given so faithful a pro- mise to her dying mother to protect her against her father's violence, leave her without a shield from his Fury ? It could not be This part of the plan puzzled Fabian more than any other. He was certain that anay and he could do no good in Mordham: as certain that thej could not both leave it without Milly. Once the thought flashed across Fabian's mind that the only means by which he could gain the right to take Milly away from her father would be by making her his wife and the boy,though alone, had blushed violently at the idea. He loved Milly, but he was not the least in love with her. There is a wide difference between the tw 0 feelings. And whereas, had he been in love with his pretty cousin, he would have dwelt on the idea of marrying her with the greatest eagerness a.nd delight, the notion of doing so without the passion to urge him on inspired him with modest shame. He wasTery single-hearted, this Fabian, and very purenainded, considering his sex. But though he put away the idea of marrying Milly when it first arose, as an impossibility created by his own wandering brain, he found it returned, again and again, until it began to take a more tangible shape, and no longer appeared to be such a piece of folly as it had done. Milly to live with Andy and himself for ever- they who had suffered and enjoyed so much together M children, to be linked for life in a threefold cord of friendship that could never again be broken- Mil ly moving about his house, administering to his wants, sympathising with his work, and sharing his pleasures -what a pleasant picture the idea conjured up She would be to him, perhaps, all that his mother had been to his father, a household angel and a friend, to whom he might turn in every trouble or perplexity. And her mother,looking down upon them (as Fabian firmly believed she did look), would see that he had kept his promise to her. and shared all be possessed with the children of her love. These day-dreams were very beautiful, and, it may be, did more real good to the generous young heait that dreamed them than any amount of study would have done but they interfered sadly with it, and Fabian's progress began closely to emulate that cf the tortoise,who takes a step forward and two back. Mr. Sutton, on examining what amount of work his pupil had accomplished by the end of the week, would take him severely to task for wasting his time and the money expended on his education. This will never do, Mr. Delacourt," he would gay, sternly, "you will do no credit to me or to yourself if you go on in this fashion, and you will force me to communicate on the subject with your ancle If I see no improvement in your application. If you choose to rob him of the annual sum he pays for your board and education, I cannot consent to abet you in it. You know less than you did last Christmas' It is disheartening to a degree, and discreditable to both of tit-positively discreditable!" But whatever were Fabian's faults he possessed one sterling virtue. He was the soul of honour, and neither Mr. Sutton ncr anybody else ever got a lie or an excuse out of him. He acknowledged his indolence freely, and he also acknowledged the cause of it. I beg your pardon sincerely, Mr. Sutton. I know I must appear ungrateful, after all vour kindness to me, as well as idle, but the fact is, I shall never be a doctor. I over estimated my capacity for good when I ehose the profession. I thought that the mere con- sciousness that I was attempting to benefit my fellow- Breatures would be sufficient reward for any trouble I might take but it is not the case. I cannot interest myself in medicine or surgery, try as hard as I will. All the dry bones you place before me become covered- In my imagination, with flesh, and I am studyiBg the somponent parts not of a woman's skeleton, but i f the figure of some njmph; and instead of thinking how I should set a fractured tibia,or dislocated collar-bonei I find myself wondering how the light would fall upon her curves, or the shadow nestle beneath her chin, or in the dimple of her cheek. And then you know, air," said Fabian, simply, in conclusion, "I am nowhere I" At this confession the tutor laughed most heartily It did not come as a revelation to him, so he could afford to be amused at it. Well, Delacourt, you are candid, at all events, and that is a great, merit, and I quite agree with you that under the circumstances you had better not meddle any further with surgery. It might prove very awkward i i one of these dreams were to enter your head at the very moment the fractured tib;a was waiting your professional services. It would be very little consolation to the patient in her sufferings,I fear, to know that her dimple would be immortahstd or the shadows behind her ear figure on the next canvas you spoiled." "You are laughing at me, sir, but I know I deserve it for my folly. Only piay exonerate me from any- thing worse. The money which defrays my expenses f rob from no one. It is my own-laid a ide by my dear father for this very purpose—and in a few fentht it will be mind unconditionally, to do as I will 18MIa." This conversation led to a complpte explana- tion between Mr. Sutton antf his pttpii, which only made them faster frie'.cls. The tutor gave Fabian unprejudiced advice, counselling Lim by all means to follow the bent of his inclinations, and. as saen as he became of age, return to Brusca, and place himself under the care of I cte Raoul and the tuition of M. Fevrier. There were reasons, as we have stated, why this pia,i could not be definitely settled by Fabi-in but it was agreed between Mr. Sutton and hiaifrlf that he should remain at Norwich until the mom tous time of his coming of age arrived, and make i. i < determination known to his uncle by letter insteal < E by word of mouth. This was done, and when Fai !:ir, heard, through Andy, of the- storm which burst, in consequence over the Mordham homestead, he could not but feel thankful he was well out of it. Tin farmer was not given to correspondence, but he sent his nephew a surly message thiough his son to the effect that he had received his letter■, and, of course, he could do as be chose in the matter In answer, Fabian wrote again, ignoring all know ledge of the unpleasant manner in which his deteruii nation had been commented upon, and saying that r „ soon as his twenty-first birthday, which fell due iu May, had passed he should run over to the farm for a few days, to settle up accounts with his uncle and to wish them all good-bye. Accordingly, at the time appointed, Fabian bade farewell to Mr. and Mrs. iSut- ton, and with a heart free as air, booked his place in the Norwich coach for the nearest point to Mordham. His cousin Andy met him where the coach stopped, with a face the length of a hatchet; and Fabian, who had been beguiling his journey by building castles in the air, in which his cousin played no mean part, thought some fresh calamity must surely have occurred. "Why, what on earth is the matter, old fellow?" he asked, as soon as they found themselves jogging homewards in the ramshackle gig which Farmer Hayes designated his "carriage;" "anything gone wrong with Rosie?" "Iiosie behlowed!" was Andy's elegant rejoinder. What should be the matter except this affair of yeu going away ? Milly and I haven't been the same cieatures since we heard it for certain. She walks about like a ghost, and as for myself, I think I shall go before the mast, or enlist as a private. Anything will be better than hanging about that beastly farm listening to the governor's ravings when you are away. for good and all." Xu, no, Andy. Don't say that. I have had a thousand plans in my head for you and me and Hilly, but it's no use broaching one of them until we have had time to think of and talk them over. But I'm goinq to make my uncle grant me one favour, Andy> before I go. Grant you a favour! Well, if you do, it'll bo the first favour he's ever granted in his life. You'll have to buy it of him if you mean to get it." And so I will, if it be necessary. I'm going to ask him to let you come over to Brusca with me for a few weeks, and if he objects on the score of ex- pense, why, I'll pay your journey out of my own money." Will you really? I say, Fabian, you are a regular brick, and no mistake. I shouldn't wonder if the old screw lets me go, if it's to save him paying for my grub for ? few weeks." Of course he will. Youll be my guest, Andy, and we will have such fun. We'll cross straight over from the London docks to Antwerp, and we will see that tine old Dutch city together, and Bruges too, which is so full of histcric interest, before we go on to Brusca. And when we get there-O Andy I-the theatres-the operas—the open-air concerts — the galleries of painting and sculpture How we shall enjoy the sight of them! The remembrance of them all seems to have ccme back to my mind so vivid'y hince I have had the prospect of seeing them again that I wonder how I can have remained in England so long. And I have been talking French in my sleap, Andy— actually. I woke up this morning with a lorg French sentence on my tongue, and could not believe for a moment but that I was again in Brusca." Ah !—You'll have adopted your French coats and your French lingo again by this time six months I expect, and forgotten there is such a place as Mord- ham." "Never! Andy, never! Have you forgotten the promise 1 made your dear mother? That is the chief reason I want to get you over to Brusca with me, ihut we may find, if possible, work for you there, that may prevent further separation." I don't think that will be feasible, Fabian. You forget, if I give up my hopes of inheriting the farm I part with all my prospects in life," True !-and Rosie also. You would be obliged to part with her. I am very selfish, Andy! I have been thinking only of my own pleasure, and forgetting what will be most tor your good." Yes, I don't suppose Rosio would like my going away altogether but it's the farm I am thinking of. There are lots of girls in the world to be had for the asking, Fabian,but if the-governor took it into his head to leave Mordham Farm to Emily, or some of his own people—why, I should just be penniless." Of course you would," replied Fabian, with a deep sigh, and he became so grave that Andy tried to rally him out of his dejection. "I say, old fellow, if you take to your French-cut coats or hats, there's one thing you won't be able to put on again." What is that?" Those long curls you brought to Mordham. My eye! W hat a guy you looked I never shall forget my first sight of you." The young men laughed heartily at the remem- brance, and then Andy said— I came across them the other day, Fabian, and roared as much as I have done now. How comical you used to look with them all hanging like ropes down your back and over your eyes." Yon came across them-where ?" >, Amongst some of poor mother's things. They were all carefully pinned up in paper. She cut them off, you may remember, and I suppose she kept them for your sake. By Jove They're a pretty colour, though—red-brown, something like Rosie's." I hope you burned them, Andy." '1' No, I didn't. I was going to when tha.t little fool, Milly, swooped down on the lot and carried them off to her room. She's deuced sweet on you, Fabian, that girl is I wish to goodness you could see it in the same light and take her out of this dull hole This idea—it was nothing more-so like some that bad been running in Fabian's own head, made him redden visibly. You don't mean what you say, Andy, do yeu ?" "Well, no It wouldn't be fair to the girl to maka more than a joke of it, but she likes you awfully. I'm sure of that. And girls will marry any one that asks them." She was always fond of me," replied Fabian, sim- ply. His cousin's ideas of the fair sex did not tally with his own. Girls who would marry anyone were not the sort of girls he should have asked to be his wife but he did not believe it of Milly. He thought much too highly of her. When they reached Mordham, they found her waiting for their arrival in the parlour. She blushed deeply when Fabian asserted his old cousinly privilege of kissing her, but there were traces of tears on her cheeks,which she could not hide. Hallo! What's up now?" exclaimed her brother, as he unceremoniously turned up her face with his hand. "What have yeu been piping about, Milly, eh ?' Oh, never mind, Andy it's nothing," she replied, with evident embarrassment, By jingo it is something, though, and I mean to know what I can tell you, Mr. Andrew," said a servant who was laying the table for tea. ■" The master's been making a horrible rummage about here all the after- noon, and abusing us like one o'clock, and when Miss Emily here just stuck up for you, or Mr. Fabian-I forget which—he seized that footstool and just hull'd it at her head as if she'd been a dog I'd like to have given 'un a bit of my mind, I would, and he'd have got it, too, and no mistake," she Continued energeti- cally, as she thumped do wn the crockery in proof of her good will. The brute! 'sneered Andrew. He never dares touch her in my presence. He knows I'd hit him as soon as look at him, that I would Come, Milly, it's no good blubbering about it. Least said soonest meuded, my girl, and it shan't ha; pen again if 1 can prevent it. You may take your oath of that." For Emily had laid her head down on the table and was sobbing as if her heart would break. Fabian ap- proached his cousin and took a seat by her side. "Was it foi me, Milly ?" he whispered soitly, with his mouth close to her ear. She did not answer, but be saw her ear redden at the question. j Tell me," he continued, was it for my sake jou ceceired this UMutt, or for Aqgy'j J" —- .t -4 Father is always talking against jm and calling you bad names," she said, between her sobs, "andl since he has heard you are going to leave us he has been worse than ever. And this afternoon h" said — oh I can't repeat it—it was too horrible But it was untrue, and I said so—and—and—then he got in a rage and struck me." Milly, how can I ever thank you enough for taking my part in my absence? I wish I could bear two thousand blows if they would wipe out the remembrance of this one from your mind. But I am powerless to do more than thank you." The girl had risen from her seat by this time, and walked to the open window, where Fabian fol- lowed her. They were alone together, Andy having taken the horse and gig round to the stable. and the servant returned to her colleagues in the kitchen. How can I help you?" said the lad, as he took his cousin's hands and held them in his own. Is there any way, Milly, to stop uncle's cruel treatment of you both ?" She shool- n"r hea^. "N one, Fabian! It has been so from the beginning, It will continue so to tile c'ILi." It is enough to put me out of conceit of going to Brusca. How can I leave you and Andrew to bear the brunt of all this by yourselves ?" Yon would do no good by staying with us, Fabian. No one and nothing has ever been able to do us any good. Poor mother died under the curse of his bad temper, and I suppose I shall die under it too." "No, Milly by Jove you shan't," exclaimed Fabian eagerly-" that is, if I have any power to prevent it. I have enough money now, dear, to make a home in a Continental town like Brusca, and by-and- by I hope by my own exertions to be able to have much more, and all that I have, or make, is yours, Milly,if you will accept it—if you will share my home." 0 Fabian!" cried the girl, colouring frombiow to bosom, I told you once before, when you spoke of the same thing, that it was impossible. You feel like a brother towards me, but I am not your sister. And even if father would consent to let me go, I could not accept your offer. It would not be right-it would not be proper—it—" Bat if," said Fabian, interrupting her, "I were to ask you to come to me-not as a sister, Emily We have been brought up as brother and sister, but we are only cousins, remember! And if-" Hugh, hush!" said the girl quickly, as a step was heard in the passage, stand further away from me, Fabian, for mercy's sake. Here is my father (To be continued.) ■ i—^ aa,

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