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

ty face a04(we are sorry to record it) made
her smile great deal more-then com.
menced the song herself. The refrain was,
"Betler trust oil, and be deceived
Aud weep that trust aud that deceying,
Than doubt one word which, if believed
Had blessed thy life with true believing"
Sie sang it delcously, and in so doing
forgot, on seemed to forget her pupil. her
home, ard her fathers people. The inexo-
rabte spirit Of music spoke to her of other
thingsshand, as her fingers wandered over
the keys, her face grew very vis.ful. almos,
sad, aud she no longer remembered even 10
tease Miss Vereker, who was aEected like
Saul, IN so far that the mn.irous demon
was in some sort charmed ous 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 no,
care about conquering herself but was won
drouSly fond OF conquering other people;
SO she devoted an instant to Miss Vereker
aud having ascertained BY AN almos, i'm
perceptible glance that young lady's state
oil mind, she proceeded to apply the actual
cautery. She took the song, and gave it
to her, saying very sadly, Until o.day |
always sung that song with pleasure. Ce-
cile, but you have joined to it less pleas
ant memory; hope you will like it better
from this time than SHALT" and she bent
over 1T, and wrote on the margin. Revol,e
Cecile Vereker gave convusive gulp: but
before she could utter the words Of contri.
ton which hung on her lips, youth of
seventeen years, the fac simile of his sister
entered hastily. "AIay | see you home
Miss Meritoul Lavo stayed on purpose" /"
ne added, in a boyish. pleading manner.
Margaret was arranging her shawl round
her shoulders, and she did this very delib
era,ely, bending down her head. whilo an
amused smile played about her lips. Mean.
while the boy eyed her as if he longed to
assist he, but RETAINED, lest he should meet
with repnlse. Possibly some memory of
former rejeetions aided his apparent mod
Grafton. No, | thank you, young George;
poor music mistress hardly needs an es.
cort. Good night Cecilc"
The lad followed her 10 the door with a
provoked look on bis handsome Young face
| dare say that young George grated on his
ears. lie returned 10 lis sister, and re.
Sarded the fire. she i, to" handsome to
walk alone. | wish worc ; man. Cis. and
ihen ! would marry her"
ihls nc7 view made Cjs deliberate a lit.
tie The result was fo,. al That
would he very Ia -e, Deorge, and theu noea
not i"!ie any more singing lesson. Of her
al iea>', unless | liked the songs particular
" Sia added, rs her eye fell on the word
Revolte.
Margaret gaze two more lessons on tho
ro1i, and 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.
ufe minister to his necessity. His health,
As we know, failed him more than his for
tune; for rs Margaret had said, so she had
done, and IN the matter of daughter he
was decidedly 4 much 10 be envied man.
When she returned, lie was sitting in hi,
chair by the lire, 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 buoyantIy and pleasantly, rs
was her won't.
In quickly told tales like this there is no
room, rs there is no need, 10 detail the
course OF each day, which went TO make m
her life. Margaret Merton was fast grow.
ing nch don't mean that she had
amassed landed property. but she had for
many years been liable to the ircome tax.
(all English hearts will feel for her and
with her in this respect.l Work was a law
aud necessity but she did her work easily:
II suited her, and her gains we're sufficient
10 support her father in great comfort. She
Wa, moreover, much liked by the families
around: her uuhaggng gavetv of pint, her
quick iaients, aud splendid voice. made her
q welcome addition 10 every society. No
udnSs from SclIou had ever reached her
yet IN spite OF It, she crew happier, hand
soiner, aud stouter; she was not a.weary be-
cause he came not, and, indeed, presented
no Sembance 10 the Marian of the Moaled
Grange.
Ten year, from Tie time we last portray.
Cd her she entered her fortjeth year. IL
was a winter evening; there had been a
diving shower OF sleet and snow, with
Keen, bitter north wind; the foot passengers
IN the street were whipped, blinded, and at
last cowel by il. aud retreated into their
houses; tho houselcss poor beiook them.
selves to alleys ard doorwavs for shelter.
lhe skies were suIcn and lowering, and
dense mass OF pale gray TO the northwest
afforded every prospect of more rough wealth.
er. | do not think any one could be more
comfortable or handsome than Margaret
Merton, as She sat making the hot coffee
IN the snug study, clad in itch garment. Of
sober hue, as beliuod her age and purse.
Her father was still alive, and was seat
ed in the SELF same chair His head was
very white, and quite bowed on bis breast,
and his long thin fingers beat time restless
ly. She spoke ouly few words to him
now and then, and they were caressing, and
such as might have been used to n child. |
AT last Sue settled herself in her own loung
ing CHAIR, cut open new book, and was
soon doep in it. Gradually the new book