The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1851-08-19

oeen brought IN ny MS nurse from "a
walk, and his attention was engrossed
| by n new toy.
Come hi.hcr, Harry said Mrs.
Dorrance; come sit in mamma's lap
No, mo unt, mo done wan 10, me
81, ipSfne own lap
.Qh, flarry's naughty boy to speak
SO TO mamma ! Well, never mind;
when poor mama dies, und is buried up
in The cold ground, then liulc Harry
I3wil feel bad? ass
rs The ,ender-hear,ed fellow dropped
l'isSicp, and burst into a sob, the big
tears rolled down his checks, his breust
Iieuved, and he said rrprouchiully,
Gu no do rgh. TO talk 80 10 me; done
ou see how bad ou uAke me .feei3'
His mother was ready to clasp him
TO herhearl, when suddenly his whole
countenance changed. Resuming his
former independent tone, and al The
same time picking up his toy he said,
We'll, me done cure; me ne yer mind;
when on die, me papa get ME nc,o
muma very quick.
Margaret was so vexed at this sud.
den turn that she fel, like shaking the
hoy; but controlling herself, she leil him
to the nurse, who was nightly pleased
at the spirit evinced by his answer.
And thus every liu.c eveul. of lhu,
day seemed TO have n tendency to ue.
press hcr more and more; and when
the hour approached that Mrs. Walton
hud promised TO send her husband ior
her, she stood shivering, although be.
side glowing fire, feeling ,hu, she
wonld be willing 10 die, could she bul
once more rest her head upon her own
husbands s breast.
She had ordered her own carriage
that night, aud at the appointed hour, it
was puncsually al the door.
Mr.. Walton had 10, come. Oh, The
relief, if she should not be obliged to 10!
Once more she went 10 her UouIoi.-
the darling little room, where she had
passed SO many happy hours with her
husband, he reading uloud 10 her their
iavorilc books; while she piIowcd upon
u lounge, listened, wondering if ever
human voice had cquullcd his in its
rich moIulatcd tones.
Now, she stood there alone. Alas |!
md oh, so wre,chcd Whichever way
she turned, the lofty mirrors reflected
back pale face, with eyes that tears
had robbed Of half their brllliaucy.
How strange it seemed!
Her dress OF amber satin, with lis
bertha Of costly luce-the delicate. col
CURED wreath Of natural essamlne
flowers that cncircled her head as n
coroncl--lhe embroidered uemi skir, Of
lace, loopcd up with green sprays, und
jcssaninc bulls; SO much taste cvinced
SO much luxury scattered around, uuI
wllhal, such words Of misery looking
oul from the depths Of those hopeless
eyes.
The joor-b bell rang. The servan,
who answered it, ushcred u gentleman
into The drawing room.
Mrs. Dorrancc advancing met Ed.
ward Graham.
Mr.. Graham! To what acciden,
am indebted for this unexpected caIlP
Mrs. Walton commissioned inc las,
evening to call for you tonight, Mrs.
Dorrancc. Her husband, She said.
would be unuyoidubly dclained!
Mrs. Dorrance's lips smiled; but her
eyes changed not from their dim
sorrows, as she answered,
AS Emily has not kept her pur, of
the compact, am released from mine.
| shall no, go tonight, MIR. Graham,
and am sorry 10 have given you al! this
trouble. | will not dclain you one
moment longer
But, Mrs. Dorrancc, your friend
made me promise that would not re.
turn without you; indeed you mus, 20;
your ubscIcc would cast IL Jam,cr over
The whole party
4 am nol VAN cnous h to believe that,
Mr.. Graha'n,' she answered, with
something Of scorn in her manner.
i did no, say it with any intention of
i1allcrng you, Mrs. Dorraucc; i, Will
most assurchiy bc 50, for Mrs. Walton
Ia relying upon you topcrsonulc several
characters, and without you, the whole
series must Of course fall through
i canno. help it, Mr.. Graham AS
| Emily did not send her husband Tor me
us she promised, am released from nj,
tendance. You need no, urge il, for
even did ! wish TO 20, you know my
husband has objected to my receiving
attentions from you.
But, Mrs. Dorruncc, your husband
has taken oil that in,crdic,. interrupted
MIR. Graham. eagerly, and, as he spoke,
he < g"nced through The suite Of rooms,
for they both remained Standing in the
centre o.! The drawing room. His voice
might have been scmilone lower, as
he continued:
4 me, him today, and asked his
consen, 10 wait upon you Ibis evening;
he replied promptly, that he ..ud 10 Oh
Jccl'ons. hope now you Will not
consider Yourself justified in tisap.
pointing your friends
| Mrs. Dorrancc could moi nccoun, for
this sudden suspicion which entered
her mind that Mr.. Graham had no,
spoken the truth. TO be sure, she had
| cpr sod IN rpuutI him, n. :, g.: