The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-11-19

noon, AS they were anxious to leave the
Town on the following morning. He call.
ed little earlier than / expected, and rs |
had only flushed Ais picture, he took j,
with hun, promising to send for his wife's
IN the course of an hour. lie had scarcely
ieft my gallery ten minutes when he was
thrown from his horse and killed on the
spot.
"Awful!' exclaimed Desmond.
Twas indeed sad affair."" replied the
artist, "and shall never forget the charac.
ter OF my feelings when saw him borne
past my door mangled and bleeding. He
was buried the day after the accident; and
though made every inquiry as to the
Whereabouts OF his poor wife, | never have
received any definite information until n
week or two ago, when learned from a
gentleman, who had seen her photograph
AZ the door, that she wa, living in very des.
utute circumstances in c.
MY poor Lula' exclaimed Desmond.
You know her, thenl' said the ar,is,
eagerly Perhaps you are brother-a
re'ative OF some kind! are you not, sir?
None whatever, sir, but an old friend
take this, sir" and Desmond handed well.
hiiei purse to the astonished artist.
For what!" asked the artist, Indignantly.
"for the Information you have impar,-
Not cent, my dear sir!.' firmly replied
lhe artist, as he pushed aside the protiered
purse with much feeling.
"Will you sell me the Ambro,ype ,ben'"
The good.hearted arts, did not reply;
Ia Hnn,
examined the nail on his little finger; then,
AS II not satisfied with the investigation. he
looked up to the ceiling. and finally beat
time with the heel Of his boot. There was
deep struggle going on in his bosom be.
tween feeling and principle.
"What say youi" exclaimed Desmond,
impatiently.
Cant sell it," said the artist.
But sir, it will aid me in discovering
her whereabouts, and must have it,"
"Sould loan it to you," said tho artist,
VIII you promise me TO return it, or give it
TO lis ownerf"
II swear i'll" replied Desmond.
"Then take it,"
When Desmond reached home he some.
what surprised Tom by ordering him to
pack his trunk Immediately, and put tue
horses in tue carriage.
"Gwine way, Mass Desmoudl"
Yes, Tom, must be in O. by 10.
morrow afternoon, if kill my horses by
the trip"
"Lula in destitute circumstance ssid
Desmond, as soon As Tom left the room.
"Ioor girl! what may she not have suffered
for the last eighteen months, while | have
been in the possession Of so many luxuries
and blessings. Five years ago, when was
poor youth, and she an heiress to a large
fortune, told her of my love, and offered
her this hand aud heart, but she spurned
the offer, and viewed it only in the light Of
an impudent presumption. She married
Wordsworth, and gave away her beauty,
youth, and wealth-all but her heart-to a
man whose only merit consisted in The aris.
tocracy OF his family. How thing, have
changed since ,hen am a man Of wealth
and position, while she has become per-
haps beggar and an outcast. Poor Lula!
| must help her." Such were Deslnond's
thoughts as lie looked upon the beautiful
miniature before him. There was nothing
OF seliishness in his intentions; he dreamed
not Of winning her whom he SO much loved
to his home aud heart The rainbow of
hope had long ago died out OF his heart, SO
Tar as Lula was concerned, and he loved
her now with kind Of religious love. lie
would approach her in disguise, would see
that she was well cared for and comfortably
cIrcum,tanced. and then quietly return to
his little cottage, and pass his life as happi.
ly as he could. Such were his plans, aud
though sense of satisfaction aud gratitude
stole over his heart at the very thought Of
saving Lula from destituion and want,
there was lingering pang that brought a
tear to his manly cheek, and made him feel
unhappy Reader, we can guess the cause
of that pang, can we noll
TO BE CONTINUED.
FEAST At AN ENGLIsH FUNERAL IN Or.
DEN IiME.-lt is related that, at the funeral
feast upon the death of Sir John Pastor.
which was celebrated nj Bromholm p,i,rv