The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-11-19
Written for 'he Carolina Spartan.
JULIA WORDSWORTH:
OR
LOVE STRONGER THAN PRIDE
CHAPTER |.
by J. FORREST GowAS,


floor OF his snug little parlor
Alas for Desmond! he was among that
unfortunate number usually denominated
old bachelors, and suffered all the evils to
which such n state justly condemns a man
To mere casual observer his condition
in life appeared ANYTHING bu, disagreeable
or unpleasant. His friends were very select
and agreeable: his cottage by the road side
beautifully situated: his rooms furnished
handsomely; and his own mind richly stored
with valuable knowledge. However, poor
Desmond was really unhappy, and however
gay he might appear, when in company
with Bill Pumps and Tom Suds, he was
over sad and somewhat gloomy man
when alone. Desmond was alone now,
and though ho had smoked some half doz.
ell segars aud drank about twelve cocktails,
he could not drown tho rising emotions of
loneliness aud desolation which wrapped his
spirit like pail.
Vain!y was the claret poured out and
drank, or tho fragrant segar lighted and
pulled, or tho poker applied to the blazing
Goals in the finely polished grate. There
was weight upon Desuond's heart-a
deep shadow upon his soul.
"Whal is the matter with mcl" he again
asked himself, rs lie listos,ly opened the
evening paper, and threw himself on his
lounge. "Govcraor Walker an Ransas-
pshaw! how desrise this newspaper twanc
aud bore about Kansasl" and so saying, he
dashed the paper into tho fire, and paced
the room hike some vexed school boy. The
flame from the burning paper fell with
bright glare upon little package upon the
mantel, which Desmond had no, noticed
before. "What nowi" said he, as he glanced
at the neatly-penned direction, and tore
open the package in much impa,ieace and
curiosity. "An Ambrotype! aud a lady's
too, pom my word!'' exclaimed the aston.
ishcd Desmond. "What beautiful face!
what eyesl what a sweet mouth, and -
now come II here! Here, Tom! Tom, /
say! Ton! you gutla -percha faced scamp,
come here!"
Tom. who was nodJin, :, ,lo e,,,l
s :" 'no iu''ne'
corner Of the room, rushed towards his mas.
ter, almost scared out Of his senses, and
with mouth open, face elongated and ewes
almost bursting from their sockets o,v.
birth to IN. su,En. i,,o.,oo,;o, .,vI
,.h,r "' 0'
"l)Id you place package on this man
tel!'
YES, suh."
"Wboro Ii1 70, no, :, s;.,.
al. I.. m
:" ''e i'os' oi'l'' ih'Hsa'
losI o'hcef low Is that possible, when
there Is no post stamp upon its Come,
SUI answer mo i!ils moment, where did
YOU get lh's package!
s'' uth nom Inc o'hs; massa, fun iru.
imp o' darkness exclaimed Desmond,
''Ne VI! departure from my presence to the
'e''''e'' corner "' Tue ROOM, and carry the
">H"'''Ve a. WIN you mat snail look into
''''s M s's''o"' AFFAIR ior myself TO morrow
p'o.T'"s .V
.t eS' sum- 'ei',ed l"e myStlhed negro.
'''o me- s"' eNc'''med Desmond.
.&.i,.' 80 S""' ~, SO G"'he; bNt-.
..iV wv " ''t.
.T Wv "','I' W., 'u,, &c insurance massa'
.r",,. "' ""'
"9 -" '''' me 10 lecA &C insurance
=" .5'l'' "T .o'''e' VIZ WIZ me!
.o;,,I I,>' o. eHl''',''ed Des'no"u' as lie
L;"' "a E,, -, .";.'>t" from 'he p'"ie pe'ote
h", 'i '"N 'N'''" Il ~ 'Ao a'tou'SHed negro
"',,'' .Tt .,:l,
ne c'i'cken leg missed Tom, and landed
,, ,'S 'o.o', o' s,"'y III Desmond new
,ras -" c ,"o '""'o "a 'he corner; 1t
-, '', 80, 'o' io''i 'l"' MS master did not
Tann ,aG,., s''',
l;on;i'.i 49, i; ~ ms St'' !" 'he corner IN
~ ''".u n'>s"1' WIN tne human race and