The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1854-07-07

Tell me, does he still hve--shall see him
again. Where is hei Tell me, good Sum
beg.' 'Paulina,' answered the old man rails
ing his grey eye with an enquiring look on
the maid, mo, my child have not yet, be-
held thy beloved but come to me to-mor-
row, and will perchance give thee tidings
of the youth IT'S long time till to-mor-
row, said Paulina, but father / will come at
the time thou namest.'
Restlessly did Pauina's head lie onher
pillow that night. Her weakened form was
agitated by alternate dreams of hope and
despair. Next day she went to Sunbeg at
Fthe.lreure appointed he had sought in
vain for vision of the youth-another day
was she to wait. Again the vision of Sun
beg fled before him. On the third she came
him. He had asight of the youth, stretch
ed on the battlefield, pale in death he had
heard his last words--they were of Paulna
---he saw him carried in cart with other
dead for interment--and the vision closed.
Ii was enough; the only hope which had
sustained the heart of Paulina was now van
ished--the last spark which was her ''life of
life" was now cxtinguished. She screamed
not, neither spake-but she went forth from
the hut of Sunbeg, a broken hearted maniac.
Two long years passed over the miserable
head of the deranged Paulina. The village
children, when she passed, would stand still
with one hand on their backs, and the fore
finger of the other on their half open mouths
and gaze with uncomprehending pity on the
maniac maid. There was an air of dullness
in all the village--hearts beat not now so
merry as once, for the merriest and slightest
amongst them was laid waste -, ...
One evening in the twilight, a rap was
heard at the door Of Paulinas parent. The
mother arose, and Dessein entered. All,
how altered; a weary, worn out wounded
soldier. No wonder that the eyes of affec-
tion did not recognise him. He had to in
troduce himself by name. Paulina at the
sound looked up, and smiled a smile of in
sanity. -"You, Dessein," she exclaimed, "Oh,
tbs false only knew one of that name, and
he has been dead and gone these twenty
years. Poor soul he went to the wars, and
have been in mourning for him ever since.
It's long time but should know him
should know him if saw him again" Des-
sein started back--his eyes were riveted on
her face-"Oh, my Paulina 70 uttered the
mourner, "is it thou Z" and his lips auivered
in agony, and his face turned pale to death.
A ray ofconsciousness glimmered through the
bewildered brain of the poor maniac; she
uttered afaint scream, and sank lifeless in the
arms of her lover. IL. .....
The whole village went forth to pay the
last tribute to the memory of the dead, Des-
sein leading the procession as chief mourner.
1t was indeed q happy release for the depart
ed but what said the heart of Dessein He
looked down into the grave of his beloved
he saw the coffin covered out of his sight
he would have uttered a blessing over her
virgin tomb-his lips moved, but expression
was denied them. His spirit groaned in
agony, and he departed. He'flung his KNAPP
sack over his shoulders, went forth from his
native village to the wars-and he was
heard Of no more.