The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-08-07

Papa. papa, didyou bring your little boy
the cake 2" and the soft check OF the child
was pressed up to his fathers.
NO, DEAR" gathering him TO his heart,
''but papa will get YOU dozen now: and
Newell and mamma shall never be hungry
agin. We will have FIRE, and such sup
per as we haven't had for years. God has
sent his sngel when the Garkpess was deep
est Let US thank him. and they knelt
down there on the old hearth. bricks, in tile
gathering darkness. and the prayer of the
artist seemed heart hallelujah, that mast
have reached up through the song Of selapl
and arch angel to the Death White Throne
Again we change the scene.
"Well, Watkins, my good man, did you
get the pictures e. ~ mae. asrs ',f
Alice Reade asked the question with
breathleSs eagerness, us she met her servant
at the door.
AYES, ma'an,; here they are safe and sound
four of EN-" said the man, hus,lng myste,i-
ously into the apartment and depositing the
large package on the table, for Watkins was
AN especial favorite with both his master and
mistress.
"Ard did you see the arlist?'
ayes, ma'am, and paid the thousand dol.
lars into his own hands. He seemed struck
dumb with astonishmen;. Hes had some.
hard tus,els with life, | reckon. Somehow
il did me good to plank down the money!"
added the shrewd but kind. hearted man ser.
want. ......-. s.... sss-l.. .-..... .....
"And you remembered my charge?" And
he thought they were purchased for Your.
sef2"
"ln course lie did, could liave got them
for a twentieth part of the money, but you
said he was to have it all aud no set my
own pr.ce. Will you have 'em hung in the
parlor =
mo, will take care of them. n 1t even
Mr. Reade must know purchased them
You understand, Watkins 2" a. rs ....rr
There was significant answer in the
mans face as lie bowed himself out Of the
room.
Alce's aunt was diving. .'
"Alice, Alice, come nearer 10 me-" said
the living woman, and She drew down her
neice's head almost TO her lips. b.. ....... .
Alice Rea'le's face grew white as the death
stricken one beneath it, while. Cling.
di$jointcd sentences came over Mrs. Henley $
lips.
"Thal letter--you remember . Lucius
Brante did not write. il. !, lie knew nothing
of it. He was not false TO you. wrote il,
that you might marry" a sudden con-
vusion left her specifies, but her dying eyes
prayed Forgive mel! aa 90. r.
This last year had made Alice Reade
better woman, and her white liz answered
the question of those dim eyes with solemn
earnestness. May God forgive you. aunt
Jane, freely as do!p aud taking that for
giveness with it, the soul of Jane Henley
went out from that gorgeous death chamber
to its God. .. ......
Five years had passed. The Florence sun
set looked screnely into. tile, stn,lo of the ar
fist, and the light Florence winds moved up
from the 'valiies, where they had lain bound
all day among the tall grass and the rich
crimson blooms. at is very beautiful ,rsaid
the lady, breaking the long silence which
had followed longer conversation, as she
turned her deep eyes from the purple clouds
10 her companions face. a
"Yes, Alice, very beautiful. Do you re-
member how We used to watch them at the
kitchen window of the old yellow brown
homestead, ten years ago ~ 2a
The beautiful eyes filled with tears. There
was another long pause. iyT t~' t47.'-, f.,
ut Is very strange | met you among the
mountains last week, neither knowing that
the other was widowed neither dreaming
that the heart Of each was true to its first
lover " ~ ssr 4
"You will forgive aunt Jane, Luicnsf She
toned me, and it was her ambition instiga.
ted the falschood." The lady's tones were
very earnest. #s" Ia
Certainly, Alice. God has reached on;
to inc so many rich blessings, that there is
only room for gratitude in my soul. Look
there. 1t was just as I saw them when
broke into the chamber that night, when the
turning poin, in my career came, and have
walked on to wealth aud fame ever since"
Lucius Brante drew aside tho covering,
and the sunset poured all over the paintings
q sudden baptism from heaven.
II would have brought the tears into your
eyes with the first glance. =
A mother and her child sat together over
heap ofsmouldering ashes.
Both were very beautiful, but there WIS
n mingling Of despondeucy and tenderness
in the mothers face look of patient wait
ing in the boys dark eyes, which over
reaches all description.
"God must have sent Ills angel TO that
mans heart, or he would never have bought
my pictures. always believed 10, Alice