The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-10-15
SPARTANBURG. s. G, THUR

ret, smiling 10 hsrself az the altered into.
uation fell on her ear, turned round. and
met such blaze Of indignation on the pref.
TX face I've are sorry to record it} made
her smile a great deal more--then com.
inepced the song herself. The refrain was,
|. Deter trust all, and be deceived,
Aud weep that trust aud that deceiying,
4. Than doubt one word which, if believed.
- lind blessed thy life with trtr bcIieying.v
e Sang il deliciously, and in so doing
forgot 8ssecmed to forget her pupil, her
home, Sher fathers people. The inexo-
rabtR split Of music spoke to her of other
things Rnd 'as her fingers wandered over
the keys, her face grew very w.siful, almost
sad, and she no longer remembered even to
tease Miss Vereker, who was AlTec,ed like
Saul, in so far that the muiiEons demon
wasin some sort charmed out OF her. and
she was pondering how she might best des-
cend from the pedestal of pride, and make
submission to Margaret without losing her
dignity. The song was finished, and both
came back to realities. Margaret did not
care about conquering herself, but was won
drously fond of couquering other people;
SO she devoted an instant to Miss vereker,
aud having ascertained BY an almost i'm.
pereeptible glance that young Iadys state
Of mind, she proceeded TO apply the actual
cautefy. She took the song, and gave it
to her, saying vers sadly, "Entil today I
always sung that song with pleasure. Ce-
cIle, but you haze joined to it a less pleas.
ant memory; | hope you will like it better
from this time than / shal;- and she bent
over it, and wrote on the margin, Revol,e.
Ceeile lereker gave convulsive gulp; but,
before she could utter the words of contri.
ton which hung on her lips, youth of
seventeen years, the fac simie Of his sister.
entered hastily. "May I see YOU home.
Miss Meritoui have stayed on purpose. y
he added, in. boyish, pleading manner.
:. Margaret was arranging her shawl round
her shoulders, and she did this very delib:
erately, bending down her head, while an
amused smile played about her lips. Mean.
while the boy eyed her as if lie ieuged to
assist he, but refrained, lost ne should meet
with repulse. Possibly some memory of
former rejeetions aided his apparent mod.
GRAFTON. mo, thank you, young George:
poor music mistress hardly needs an es.
cort. Good night. Cecile"
The lad followed her 10 The door with a
provoked look OF bis handsome Young face.
dare say that young George grated on his
ears. lie returned 10 his sister, and re.
sarded the fire. "She is too handsome 10
walk alone. | wish were man. Cis. and
then wonld marry her"
This new view made Cis deliberate lii.
tie Fhs fssnit was fa,. n,I- "Th nj
would he very nice, George, and theu need
not take any more singing lessons OF her
at least, unless liked the songs particular.
Iy,' she added, as her eye fell on the word
Revolte.
Margaret gave Two more lessons on the
roa'i, aud then walked quickly home. and
safely too, in spite Of Young Georges fears.
Her father, poor gentleman in the first
Instance, became poorer still; an amateur
musician, he WAS reduced 10 make his pleas
ure minister TO his necessity. His health,
as we know, failed him more than his for
tune; for as Margaret had said, so she had
done, and IN The matter of daughter he
was decidedly much TO be envied man.
When she returned, he was sitting in his
chair by the fire, thinking long OF her; as
the Scotch say, in her eyes he looked. each
time she came back, more gentle, feeble,
and shadowy than before. She busted her.
self about him buoyantly and pleasantly, Ms
was her won't
In quickly told tales like this there is no
room, as there is no need, TO detail the
course OF each day, which went to make ND
her life. Margaret Merton was fast grow.
ing rich. | don't mean that she had
amassed landed property, but che had for
many years been liable to the income tax,
(all English hearts will feel for her and
with her in this respect) Work was law
and necessity, bat she did her work easily:
II suited her, aud her gains were sufficient
to support her father in great comfort. She
was moreover, much liked By the families
around; her unilagging gayety Of spirit, her
quick talents, and splendid voice, made her
welcome addition 10 every society. No
tidings from Sellon had ever reached her
yet, in spite of it, she grew happier, hand
somer, aud stouter; she WAS not a.weary be.
cause he came not; aud, indeed presented
no semblance 10 the Marian of the Moated
Grange.
Ten years from the time we last portray.
ed her she entered her fortietsi year. II
was winter evening; there had been a
driving shower of sleet and snow, with a
keen, bitter north wind; the foot passengers
IN the street were whipped, blinded, and at
last cowed by it, aud retreated into their
houses; the houseless poor belook them
selves to alleys and doorways for shelter.
The skies were sullen and lowering, and a
dense mass Of pale gray TO the northwest
afforded every prospect of more rough wealth
er. do not think any ono could be more
comfortable or handsome than Margaret
Merton, as She sat making the hot coffee
IN The snug study, clad in rich garments Of
sober hue, rs beiitted her age and purse.
Her father was still alive, and was seat
ed in the sefsame chair His head was
very white, and quite bowed on his breast,
and his long thin fingers beat time restless
ly. She spoke ouly a few words to him
now and then, and they were caressinr. and