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

wise than wide awake. She heard a deem
voice say, 81 know the way" and then
came face bronzed fiery re !, full blue ewes,
not altogether strange to Matgaret-at least
Sue had seen such in her dreams-a mass
OF hair, beard, moustache, and whiskers of
hue which was pale only beside the face.
All this surmountcd u 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 glitterng eye"
and as ho performed this operation he drew
oil wrapping after wrapping, and at length
stood confessed as Stephen Sellon, weighing
mt least sixteen stone. lie was not n tail
man, so appearances did not assis, him on
that score. Then the blue eyes danced
with amusement. the white teeth showed
themselves, and hearty, full and sonorous
laugh broke the ice.
Margaret, do you not know me.' lie
stepped forward and kissed her, at first lpht.
y on her checks, and then putting her back.
with another glance and another laugh, he
followed up that kiss with many Others. and
they came 50 fast and warm that Margare,
had not really presence of mind to resist.
81 ascertained you wcro still Margaret
Merton, or you would not have seen me
here tonight. Is this your fatherl
She led him up 10 tho old ,nan gently.
Speak tenderly to him, Stephen, he is
quite childish now" Something in the
subdued, womauly tone OF Margaret's voice
gave Stephen choking sensations; however,
he cleared hi, throat, and shook hands with
Mr. Merton.
The poor gentleman looked up, with his
wan apPrehensive smile. You'll be kind
TO Margaret, sir, you'll be kind to her" and
tfcn he ramh!ed on incohereutlv.
Margaret had not forgotten bow to blush,
aud ut this random speech of her fathers
the blood rushsd up in torrents to her hair
roots, leaving transient crimson on her
throat and neck. Apparently this cnchant
ea Stephen; he rubbed his hands, and ar
ranged his tawuy beard, and sat down. aud
watched Margare. as she poured out coffee
for him, with the bright cheerful, trusting
look OF twenty years before.
Nh, Margaret,' he continued, laughing.
!y, 81 'wore that were you faded worn and
wea2en, would still he true; but YOU have
not iretted for rne-you have not the assn
runco to pretend it. Am absolyed from
nv oaihl'
Margaret raised her owes with malicious
glance. slsulyiuG. II fu Brutt'
@e', know, 10 added, surveying RI.
Their 'aiui'y his own ample person. ave
ha'c both much to forgive" There was
no explanation ;sked, for memo wa. reauir.
r.r 'H'l fell 'u,DnntUn,v hal.2v.
Shall We leave them sol All, Young ioy.
ers' wonl ypn believe 1t possible that that
happy, handsome, comfortable looking wo.
man Is Margaret Merton who. n score Of
years before, was condemned TO separation.
uncertainty, and work for her dali bread:
or TINT good man, so joviaI, frank, aud port
Iy, should be tho cxiel lover. Take cour
agc -'mcu lie, and the worms eat them.
bu; not for love- They had each done
Their duty, not sadly aud sternly, bu, mer
MY aud well, and their tree of love bios
somed, though !ate in life. Perhaps one
OF tho things we love best to see, is the
gentle. grave beauty OF some autumna!
flower, winch gladlens our eyes when the
summer has He'd, auI the unkindiy drip of
The winter rain is at haud, and the sky is
ashen gray, and our mother earth brown
and Iifeless