Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1852-12-22

years travel in the far West. Then he would
come back and never leave her more until death
should separate them.
4 secret society was horror Of horrors to the
old lady She believed them all 10 be SO ma.iy
nurseries Of vice and crime. She WAS a good
woman. but none are perfect. And the bare idea
of her Buys being exposed to steamboat explosions,
and steanl-car conclusions, to bowie knives, t"ma-
hawks, bears and wolves, was the deatl-seai To her
hopcs-thc climax of her woes. She could bear
10 see him die at home. She could read in that the
interpnsitun Of her Maker; but for him TO run into
danger unnecessarily wa. to her 4 tempting of
Providence Il reckless disregard Of self-rresrrya-
ton which she couli not reconcile.
She at last yielded q reluctant consent 10 both
propositions Gcralds arguments prevailed al
though they did not convince or satisfy. His
par,iur words were these Now. mother, be as
sured that there is no more danger where | am
going than there is here. If should get in trouble,
remember am under Gods protection, and that
am an Odi-Feow Have the turkeys and roasters
ready. and let the ncighburs be invited, for next
Christmas day we will dine together il VIC are
alive. On the twentieth of December YOU may
expect me- will strive to be with you that night
fourth il in the land Of the living You know
always keep my promises. lie gare his farewell
embrace and with ~ well filled purse and a SER
want bearing his carp"t-bas ur warm, homemade
| / Al,
| left
Poor Mrs Fleming, afer her FIRST burst OF grief
10 * her knitting, her usual work, and sat down b,
the fire. The night before shc had finished The
last of dozen pair of stockings Of warm suf
lambs wool to keep her dear buys feet warm fol
the wintcr-ilat last pair she had believed will
her tcars-thcy might be the last she would eve
knit for him. Now he was gone what else coul'
she do-her waning eyes prevented her from sew
ing or reading much and she must have employ
mcnt She would commence for the next winter
Perhaps God in his mercy would bring her bo,
back every respiration should wait prayer t
Heaven for his safety and his return.
Fanny had wcpt and mourncd too, but she drie
her tears and cndcavorcl in many artless ways t
divert her kind friends mind from its sorrow
But it was of no avail. So thick and binding
came the tears, that the dropped stitches ruined he
work aud she was compelled to pull it out an
begin anew.
The winter wore away: spring came and hop
revived in the widows breast. The putting fort
of the fresh green leaves and many hucd flower
were SO many assurances that her prayers would
heard, and that her heavenly Father would rcstor
her son. The white rose she had named for hin
was burdencd with its weight of blooms-th
delicious aroma greeted her at every ttrn. Iii
Jtler nancsakc, beautiful mytt'ei pitt fortll ii
hundred fresh green shuots. The vines, whic
his hands had planted; canlbercd lovingly over til
frames and arbours which his ingenuity had dc
yiscd. and his skill fashioned The shrubs he ha
fostcrcd grew as never shrubs grew before, an
she felt in her heart of hearts that her child wa
alive and at the appointed time would be with he
Fannys chccrfulncss and industry made I'll
cottage glad, and the Widows soul rcjoiccd in al
ticipations Of the coming reunion. Summer cam
and Il promise Of plentiful larvcsts clcrrcd Ii,