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

wrapped in q joy which the angels mast
| lave writtensin.
| And yet you should pity her, for great had
been her wrong. She had the clements of
very noble nature Too, but her mother had
died before Alice met her tenth summer,
and there was none that understood her
deep, emotional nature, her impulsive, poe.
| tic temperament. q =
Her father was a pl,in, practical farmer,
whose being was. absorbed in tile few acres
which lay around his yellow brown home
stead, and he regarded Alice as n icmarka
bly, sensible child, because she always prefer.
red books to dolls and Lonncts. She attend
ed the village school until She was eighteen,
for her father was indugcnt to fault. and
though he fumed aud frctted over the semi
anDtal school bills, lie never had the heart
10 withdraw Alice from the studies She low.
ed. 1ns:e she met Lucius Brante. How
the thoughts Of the proud woman reach off
to tllat hour, and drag it up TO the present |!
lie WAS poor, an ar.;et and Il school-teach
or, with an earnest, ,estihciic nature, and
much of that social magnetism that attracts
the sympathy of others.
Alice was his pupil. l do not know how
it harpcurd, but botl, teacher and scholar
learned lesson that was not in the text.
book that summer.
"Ai'c", sad the Young man, brushing
away tie rich curls that leaned over the girls
bowed forehead as they stood by the old
farm.gate on the last night of his stay in
Meadow Brook. VI give you my heart. Take
and keep it. | must go out Into the world
and win mo name and q place and then
| will come back to YOU"
81 will take aud keep it till give back
both to God,n answered the girl. solemniy,
and 50 they parted. ~
She had been true TO him through tile
dark triumph Of her face comes a softer light
with Iae thought. True, when temptations
thckeued about ler--wien her father died,
aud slie came to her fashionable cousins in
Ne~ York, and entered upon that new life
Of weaitn ana luxury.
Phluant and i;npulsive, graceful, and some
times beautiful, it was not strange she crea
| ted an unusual sensation. But the dreaming,
fai haircd youth, whose rapt eyes leaned
| over his easel in the fourth story of an old
building in An obscure street of the metropo
lis, owned the heart that ro princely fortune
could have bought. Alcc's relative was an
| intriguing worldly woman. She had no
| children OF her own, and whatever of affec.
ton could exist in such a nature was be-
slowed ON the orphan. Mr.. Rc,u,e was a
! widower and a millionaire aud if his life
| was leaning down TO the shadows of sixty,
, lie thot Mdt was no reason why lie should
not have a young and beautiful wife to preside
| over the elegant home, whose foundations
We're already laid on Fifth Avenue.
| "Sbe'll throw herself away on that hand
some Young painter, anil starye to death in
n garrett" unused Mrs. Henley, between her
uncl, and her lap-dog, after u long interview
with Mr.. Reade.
I'll forbid him the house but Alice is such
high spirited girl. A little diplomacy will
succeed best with her 1t would only be
doing the child lifelong favor too"
Nell seer significantly perforated the
portly lady, as she divided a slice of cake
| with her canine faeorite.
"Aliee f'5ss 'sgbs 'A@ fzziaSE ear
"Aunt e. and the girls bright face leaned
over the balustrade. v
"llsre's u letter for you found among
my cards after dinner, forgot TO hand it to
you. Arouse moi What, not dressed yet
fortheparly Z" AS Alice came eagerly down
siairs, her eyes Frightening at the well
known clirography.
/ mo, out shall ue M half an hour" and
she went back 10 her room.
No one saw her again that night. That
letter struck out nil the light, and Joy, and
! faith of Alice Reads life!
| Two months later there was wedding.
and very gorgeous one at the residence OF
Mrs. Henley. Alice was the wife of the mil
| lionaire.
Well, lie was good, indulgent sort Of a
husband. and loved his young wife better
| than he did his house and. his horses, which
is saying a great deal, for these were his pas.
sions.
And Alice. have given you the key
note to her life Yop can feel the sadness Of
the heart hymns amid all the .earth-glare
and luxury through which It rises. & -
"Yes. it's my Triumph hour now, Lucius
Brante," murmurs the lady, as she twined
the watch.cllain round her white fingers. still
pacing up and down the chamber floor. Oh
what heart was that you sighted, what a
love was that you spurned
"Yon would never have come to what Won
are now IL lad been your wife. Nv eepi.
us would have stimulated. my affection would
have inspired you But you knew was
poor. and You thought il you married rioh
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