The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1856-05-15

rose and looked from The window. .Hov
soon they are in aga;nr
Hester, he murmured, in an impassion
cd tone, as he seized my hand when | wa.
about TO pass him, intending to open tn,
drawing-room door, say you forgive mo-
| LEANED down TO him and spoke sooth
ingly. George, believe me, l have perfect
~ forgiven you. 1 forgave you long ago
That the trial to me was ono Of Length and
bitterness It would be affectation TO deny
eut haze ea:s:ved it. Let ms go. They
are coming up stairs
He pressed my hand between both his
and then bent down his lips upon it, and
kissed 1t AS ferventy as he had kiss ed my
own lips that night, yeas, years be.
fore. when we were walking home from
church together, behind my mother and
Lucy. l drew it hurredly from him, for
they were already in the drawing room,
and feeling. long buried, very like that
forgotten lore, cast Il momentary sunshine
on my heart; and laughed at myself for
being an old simpleton.
They had found lodgings, and he was
transported to them. | cannot say but
was thankful when they left the house. |
fear they did not get on very well. We
often sent them good plate of something,
under pretence of tempting his appetite
some slices Of roast beef, or ,ureen of
nour'shing broth, with the meat in. Lucy
would say we could not afford TO do il.
and Sarah loudly exclaimed again cook
ing for other people, but they were fellow.
creatures, and IN nced-dnd lie tcas Georqe
Archer! The summer put an end to his
weary life.
1t happened, that same sprng-it was
IN May had business at the house of
one of our pupils, whose father was a
tradesman in Bond street. When verv
close to it. | found myself in the midst of a
string of carriages, inside which were la.
dies in full evening dress, though it was
only one o'clock in the day. Full OF sur
prise, asked policeman what it meant.
The queens drawing room.
To be sure. | wondered, then, had
not thought of it for myself. 1t happened
TO be the frs, time had ever seen the
sight and stood gazing at the rich dresses,
the snow-wlIite feathers, and the lovely,
lovely faces The carriages had been sta
tlonary, but now there was move, and
then they were stationary again. More
beautiful than any gone before was the
inmate of the chariot now opposite TO me
"a fair, elegant woman, with a bright
smile and naughty eye Surely. | knew
the features. lid, alas for mel Though
| had never seen them since she stepped,
with her sinful destinations, between me
and my betroIhed husband, | felt sure it
was the Lady Georgina Sealord.
"Do you know who this lady isl" |
said 10 the policeman, in whisper.
lie looked at her. at the coronet on the
carriage, and then at the servants, ut their
white coats and crimson velvet breeches.
81 think" he answered, 'it is the Lady
Candour'
Time bad iassed lightly over her: her
connlcnance was as smooth, rs smiling. ms
free from care as it had been in her cirl
hood. was struggling through lie with
n lonely heart and he was dying in his
obscure lodgings, after short career of
regret and sorrow, whilst she who had
caused all, who had sacrificed us both 10
her selfish vanity, WIS revellng in all the
good that could make life happy.
20 Father Father" walled forth. in
The anguish of the retrospect which then
pressed sharply upon me, Thy blessings
appear To be dealt out with an UNEQUAL
hand. Nevertheless may We still, and al.
ways, say, Thy will be done: for Thy wavs
are not as our ways, and Thou knowest
what is best for a.