The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-10-15
sPARTANBURG s. C., THURSDAY OCTOBER Is 1857.

voice say, 81 know the wav," and then
came face bronzed fiery red, full blue eyes
not altogether strange to Margaret-at leas,
she had seen such in her dreams-a mass
OF hair, beard, moustachc, and whiskers OF
hue which was pale only beside the face.
All this surmounted figure huge IN
every way, but especially in BREADTH Mar.
garet stood wondering, and the figure stood
wondering also. Like tho Ancient Mari.
ner, "he fixed her with his glittering eye'
and as he performed this operation he drew
OIL wrapping after wrapping, and at lenp,l.
stood confessed as Stephen Sellon, weighing
mt least sixteen stone. He was not n tall
man, so appearances did not assist him on
that score. Then tho blue eyes danced
with amusement, the white teeth showed
themselves, and n hearty, full and sonorous
laugh broke the ice.
Margaret, do you not know me!' lie
stepped forward and kissed her, at first light.
ly on her cheeks, and then putting her back
with another glance and another laugh, he
followed up that kiss with many Others. and
they came so fast and warm that Margare,
had not really presence of mind to resist.
u ascertained you wero still Margare,
Merton, or you would not have seen me
here tonight. Is this YOUR fa,heri
She led him up 10 tho old nan gently
Speak teuderly TO him, Stephen, he is
quite childish now" Something in the
subdued, womauly tone OF Margaret's voice
gave Stephen choking sensation; however
he cleared his throat, and shook hands with
Mr.. Merton.
The poor gentleman looked UP, with his
wan apPrehensve smile. you'll be kind
TO Margaret, sir, you'll be kind TO her" and
| then he rambled on incohereutlv.
Margaret had not forgotten how to blush
and at this random speech Of her fathers
the blood rushed up in torrents to her hair
roots, leaving transient crimson on her
throat and neck. Apparently this cnchan,
ed Stephen; he rubbed his hands, and ar.
ranged his tawuy beard, and sat down. and
watched Margare. as she poured out coffee
for him, with the bright cheerful, trusting
look of twenty years before.
All, Margaret" he continued, laughing
ly, 81 swore that were you faded, worn and
weazen, | would still he true; but YOU have
not freited for me-you have not the assn
runce to pretend it. Am I absolyod from
my oatbl'
Margaret raised her eyes with maiciou:
glance. signifying, III tu Brute
Yes know no added, surveying ra
ther rufnily his own ample person. "W,
have both much TO forgive" There wa,
no explanation asked, for mono wa. requir
| 81, ,nn, hpta fell nncomGron!y happy.
Shall We leave them sol All, Young low
ers' wonl yon believe 1t possible that ia a,
HAPPY, handsome, comfortable looking wo.
man Is Margaret Merton, who, score OF
years before, was condemned TO separation,
uncertainty, and work for her daily bread;
or that good man, so jovial, frank, aud port,
ly, should be the cxiled lover. Take cour.
age-"men die, and the worms eat them
but not for love" They had each done
their duty not sadly aud sternly, but NOR.
rily and well, and their tree of love bios.
somed, though la;o in life. Perhaps one
OF the things We love best to see, is the
gentle, grave beauty Of some autumnaI
flower, which gladdens our eyes when the
summer has fled, aud the unkindly drip OF
the winter rain is ut hand, and the sky is
ashen gray, and our mother earth brown
and !ifeless.