The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1856-06-26

after reading my bible little while"
Nobody here last night, after sunset
was tRere1'
"Nobody that l heard Of George"
looked hard at the old ladv. II was
plain she was not deceiving me. 1t was
very odd, but no doubt Jim was right. ]
must have been dreaming. But it was a
strange dream. With an almost tangible
reality could see Brownie then before me-
with every line and lineament perfectly dis.
tinct, and the low rich tones, in which she
repeated the marriage VOW, were still
sounding in my ear. 1t no doubt was a
dream, but still was so far reality that |
felt that, then and tenceforth, was we'd
ded to that woman, and never would be to
any other. That day my whole mind was
taken up with the memory of my dream
and OF Brownie. AS a matter Of course, |
scarcely spoke to any one. Aunt Ded no.
ticed 1t, and supposed was coming over
her good advice. After supper she drew
her rocker up to my couch, and endeavor.
ed to improve the occasion.
swell, George, hope you have been
thinking over what we were talking about
last nightr'
"What's that, aunt Debl" asked, rous.
ing myself with a start.
"Why, you know advised you to get
married, and you said that you would think
about it,"
Il intend to get married, aunt Deb, by
all means"
DO you, my dear Georgel am so de-
lighted! Which Of those we were talking
about do you intend to takel"
"Pshaw! aunt Deb, you don't suppose
would marry any of those girls, do youl If
you do, you are very much mistaken"
"Well, can tell you, sir, they are al.
mighty good girls. II they won't suit you
| should like to know whom you intend to
marry"
"Why, Brownie, of course"
"Brownie! Who is Brownel Brownie
who!'
"Why, the lady that can't tell you
the rest of her name jus, yet. Aunt Deb,
all can tel! you is, ,ha, shall be married
to her"
"When, Georgel'
There was poser-when! exactly the
thing would like to know, but did not:
no, all could do was to repeat what the
Aunt Deb Of my dream said; "Some OF
these days" Aunt Deb looked at me du
biously, and asked me no more questions
then. But, though she was the best old
soul in the world, she still was remotely
descended from Eve, and it was hard to
know that wedding was on the carpet
and have her imagination stop there So,
IN tie next week. at odd times, she tried to
get ut Brownies history, and asked where
she lived; whether her parents were living:
how long | had known her; when our ar.
rangement commenced; why had never
told her more about it, aud when | was to
visit her. On all iIese subjects had TO
fight very shy, but made up for it when
aunt Deb wanted TO know if She was hand.
some. for there was fully posted, and gave
the old lady full length portrait, which
threw her III ecStaces
Things went on as usual for two or three
months. Though it was only dream,
Brownie had become to me real being
my household friend, everyday companion
and pure divinity; somebody to sit with
ride with, talk to- cared nothing for female
society, and when, as was not unfrenuent.
Iy the case, found myself among ladies
my strong tendency was toward drawing
comparisons between them and Brownie
weighing them in the balance and finding
them most lamentably wanting.
One bright afternoon in the early spring
| was sauntering along the street in Mobile
lazIIy smoking cigar, and thinking about
Brownie, when | was met by party com
ing up. Seeing people close to me | raised
my eyes, and there to my astonishment and
JOY, stood Brownie herself before me. AL
most beside myself with happiness, sprung
forward and clasped her in my arms She
threw hers around my neck, and our lips
met with the same warm, cKBging kiss
which made our bridal salute. Brownie
was living, sentient being. We had
really been married. They had taken her
from me, and had been fool enough
to let them do it, and let aunt Deb the old
sinner, make me think had been dream
ing. Well, had her once more, and I'd
like to see any body seperata us again.
iOh, Brownie, dear Brownie" said /
kissing her again and again, without think
ing for moment what the passers by
would say. 81 have you now, my dear
sweet little wife"
Not yet, George, not yet. Some o
these days." and there stood that confound
ed old bishop, with his strange smile and
silver tones. He put his hand on my arm
and unwound it, with the other hand lifted
Brownie into carriage, and, leaping in af
ter her with an activity surprising in SC
bulky man, drove OF. But be was not
able TO .elude ne SC, and, as the carriage
started, made a desperate spring after il
and caught the door with my right hand
There was wild shrek, and found my,
self hurled with violence 10 the ground.
gathered myself up and looked around
was not in Mobile but in the back parlor
Confound it, had been dreaming again
When sprang after Brownie, my foot came
down upon Una. Her yelp was the shrek