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


brance that passage Of Holy Writ. ut is
not good for man to be alonc:" and vet Ina
would strive TO drown these calls of nature
oy recourse TO the wine cup. Lula! how
oilen had that sweet name stirred the
depths OF his heart, like tho melody of n
iiute DER the midnight waters. How he
loved her oncea how he loved her now only
God knew-only Desmond felt.
Reader, the Ambrotype found upon the
maniel was none other than Lulas minia.
ture, and as Desmond gazed upon those
lo'ed features, thousand buried and long.
iorS ,t'en emotions sprang into life, and ex.
ha,ed Their fragrance over his young heart.
five years had made little alteration in
that sweet face, except to increase its love.
l'nes', and bcau;ify that which was before
almost angelcally beautiful.
How much l would like to know who
sent me this Amhrotype," said Desmond,
as he gently placed it upon the mantel.
With MS head bowed he called to mind
the oven,ful past with its mingled assoca.
tons Of light and shadow, until thought
became oppressive aud remembrance agony.
Surely Lula had not sent it, for she had
long since become another's, and had ceas.
ed 10 think OF him. What could it meant
Such were Desmond's thoughts as he
arose TO retire for the night. Every thing
IN his snug little parlor seemed to lose in
terest to him now, and even the ticking Of
the little marble cased clock upon the man.
tel annoyed him.
Desmond could not have slept that night
even though an angels downy wing had
been his pillow.
Early the next morning Desmond arose
with saidened heart, and seated himself
at his breakfast table. The coffee was pro-
nonnced perfectly shocking" the buiscuts
half DONE" the chicken and steak "burn.
ed" and nothing was fit for a gentleman
to eat" Tom was one of the bes, cooks in
the country, and manifested much dismay
ht his masters complaints.
"llas the mornings paper comet" asked
Desmond, rs he arose from the scarcely
tasted meal.
Tom handed him the paper in silence.
The very first thing upon which Desmoud's
eyes fell was flaming advertisen ent, head.
cd
SPLENDID ANBRoTYPE GALLERY"
He read the entire advertisement carelessly
until he came to the following lines: The
Proprietor has sent several fine specimens of
his artistic ability to the prominent citizens
OF the town, and respectfully requests that
they be returned during the day to No. los
King street."
This explains the whole matter" said
Desmond, as he throw the paper aside.
"Bn, where did he get Lula's lii enessi
must make some inquiries"
Desmond lighted u segar, placed the pre-
cious Ambrotype in his pocket, thrust on
his hat, and hurriedly lett the house for
l0S King street.
BLESS dc Lord!" exclaimed Tom, q, soon
as his master had left the room, mass Des.
nun crazy fuh tru."
Desmond hurried through the streets like
madman, upsetting au old negro woman
and running into au alderman, without
even casting look behind 10 ascertain The
exten, OF the damages. He finally reached
los, and there, sure enough, was Antonio
Swabbesweeter's Gallery" in golden letters,
hung over some very beautiful specimens
OF tho Photogenic AIT.
most superb photograph, exquisitely
painted, was hung just in the centre Of the
smaller specimens, which attracted Des.
monds attention. 1t was Lula's picture,
and q how perfect likeness. "Ur STAIRS, g"
said the SigG, and up stairs Desmond rush.
cd
lie reached the gallery at last, and was
politely informed that the proprietor would
"bc in shortly"
Desmond sat ,lnvp ,rJ l;,,,rox. II
fool he WAS in making such ado about
another mans wife. lIe had forgotten
that Lula had been married five years ago,
and that his present conduct was as repre-.
hen>lbIe rs 1t was ridiculous.
Well said he. Il shall quietly return
the picture, aud think no more about H."
Poor fellow. that was easier said than doae.
aud hs Zap quiyered rs he said il, for bis
heart told hlm that it could not be thus.
Mr.. Swabhlesweeter entered Just rs Des-
moni had made his resolve.
al have called, sir, to return this picture
which you sent me yesterday"
Indeed, Sir said tho artist, taking it
from Desmond's hands; you need no. have
been in such a hurry"
81 thought that hal better return il, as
| was passing" replied Desmond.
"What do You think of it, sir!'
AN admirable picture" said Desmond.
Thank you, SIR said the artist, bowing
politely.
"What will you take for III" asked Des.
mond
My dear sir" exclaimed the artist" YOU
do not expect me 10 sell a ladys picture to
an entire stranger"
But the lady is not a stranger to me"
replied Desmond.
Cannot help it, sir, you are a stranger
TO me-"
IN give YOU fifty dollars for it, said
Desmond eagerly.
NO, sir!-noi fifty thousand, without the
lady's consent"
Desmond saw that his offers were useless.
and 'nwardIy consigned tho artist to very
warm raDiouS halnw