The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1856-06-26
From Graham's Magazine for May.
SOME OF THESE DAYS.
by WALTER GRIEvE.

7 had royal estate upon the Mississippi,
about a hundred miles above Orleans, man
aged by man who was both treasure
aud curiosity; for he was entirely comlpe.
tent, eatirely devoted to my interest, and su.
premely honest. He must have been pur-
posely created to take charge OF nay bust.
ness. / think he was convinced of the fact
was proud of it, and believed that Fate
and Nature had constituted him special
guardian to my helpless SELF Then had
bank stock and wharf property in Orleans
which paid me great income. Christian
Corke's nephew-a merchant there-col-
lected it and paid me halfyearly. / had
nothing to do even in my own affairs
You have seen some people on whom ev-
cry body waits, aud whom the world will
not let help themselves. Well, it seems
am one of that sort. Everybody waits on
me.
Ny father and mother slept under their
marble slab among the orange trees. Once
had wee sister, long ago. Her little urn
el>tened under the orange trees, too. There
was no one to control me, not even dear
old Aunt Deborah, who was my only near
relative and who kept my house because
wsud do without some one to look after
him. In her eyes was human perfection,
and she waited on me more than the rest.
My own master, an ample fortune, and
nothing to do-what trinity of qualities.
read everything, from romances to pol.
e'nics-from bagetelles to science-from
poetry to rolitics-rode, hunted, fished,
hoated, and knew society from Boston TO
Orleans. felt very comfortable, and was
perfectly satisfied with my world as it was
| had reached the mature age Of six and
twenty without committing matrimeny-
worse still. had never rendered heart and
hand to any one, and what some will think
the height of atroci:y, had seen no one to
whom had ever felt inclined to make the
protier. Was not this behaving badlyl
Aunt Ded evidently thought so. True, she
never openly expressed the opinion, but for
some time she had kept up mighty
limiting" AS time passed, her hints grew
stronger. One evening she unmasked her
guns, and opened their battery upon me.
George, DO you know you were twenty
six last weekl" said the old lady, looking
under her specs at me, as lay ON couch
IN the back parior, teasing Una and read.
ing Juvenal.
Il have vague idea Of the fact, aunt
Deb. All the servants came for presents,
and you had dinner enough for regiment
That looked like birthday, somewhat"
you are gettieg Old FAST George"
Yes, aunt Deb, at the rate of one year
every twelve months. But that's about the
average, auntie, is it not?'
George, it is time you were married"
said the old lady, with evident effect, laying
aside blank cartridges aad shooting her
guns.
what for, aunte?"
"Why, everybody gets married. Don't
you intend ever to be married, and do like
other people?'
We'll, reckon SO, aunt Deb, some Of
these days"
Some Of these days, indeed! Why not
now, Georgef
"Well, aunt Deb, if I was married,
~oald have to be married to somebody,
suppose, and am sure don't know any
one whom | want, and no one shows
great desire for me-"
Whereupon, my good aunt, with most
praiseworthy industry, passed in review be.
fore me the whole catalogue Of her young
dy-acquaiutances-old and young-thin
and fat-long and short-blonde and bru
Nette-expatating on their merts as she
brought them forth, as shopman would
show and recommend his wares, indulgiug
In that fine belief, universally entertained
by old lady relatives, that her nephew
George had only to designate preference,
and the favored fair one would at once re-
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happy to take charge of his keys. But
would not select one; but on the contrary
declined them all. Aunt Deb looked quite
sad. She would have been angry if the
thing had been possible, but it was not so;
bidding me mournful goodnight" she
betook herself TO her room
'Good-night, aunt Deb" replied to her
adieu. Don't be uneasy I'll get married,
just to please you. one Of these days"
what should get married for, won
der" soliloquized |, after auntie had gone.
Married! bah, twenty years hence will do
for that, but not now, not now-some Of
these days-and trimming the light. |
stretched myself again upon the lounge in
the back parIor, and went on with JuvenaI.
After awhile the servants came in, lighted
up the font parlor brilliantly, urnamented
j. with profusion of white flowers. and
went out without saying anything to me.
BY and-by parsons, most Of whom were
strangers to me. entered and ranged them.
selves about the lighted room. They had
sort Of expectant look, and conversed in
low tones--none Of them came into nv
room, said anything to me, or 10 any way
recognised the fact Of my existence, though