Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-06-16

NIWILl EAdS ~ - u ~lStfGs dSA SEiu
By JENNY W00DBINE
CHAPTER III.
Hour after hour
Day after day;
Some gentle flower
Or leaf gives way
Within the bower
Of human heartS.-Mothe11ccll.
"But Clarence does not like Julie Glare,
Monia."
Mary IIilliard occupied her old place as
counsellor.
"Well, who cares for MGi, Mary-.Nrs. Clar-
ence likes her."
1t sounded so like the Moina OF old, that
Mary Hilliard could scarcely repress smile.
"But tell you again wife should have no
friend, that her husband dislikes. 1t is part
of the duty that you owe him, to obey him
there"
ooh! fiddlesticks with duty, and obey. l
detest the words. I like Julie, she is so amusing,
and clever. And then Clarence is too much
like his amiaJle mother, he wants to rule every
thing and shant let him, that's the amount
of it. Why if l countenanced i'll his silly
whims,'I should sink into slave. / will tell
you ashy he dslikes Julie. Every time she
comes here, her brother comes with her; and
some meddlesome cid somebody has told lin
that George Clare was an old love of mine.
Oh! it's too rich Mary.-Lc is jealous, cctnaEy
Jealous; and of George Clare: who is an anu
sing fool, and brings me all the latest intelli
eence,-so countenancc him for the sake Of
Icing amused"
"AIoina. you are an idiot; and don't wonder
that Clarence grows rcxed with you. And so.
for the sake Of being amused YOU are willing to
displease your husband-a sorry amusement"
ooh Mary you are so sarcastic; and look
at every trife in such a serious light. Now,
don't trouble Clarence about his friends-and
don't grow jealous of him.
"No, because he never looks at any one but
you. Suppose he were to change suddenly.
Suppose to night he takes Julie to the opera,
and leaves you at lome.''
Take Julie to the -opera-leave me at home {!
You are crazy Mary IIill;ard. Why if Clarence
were to mention such thing I'D 60 straight
home to brother Hal, as fast as my feet would
carry me-"
"And yet you went with George Clare last
night and left him at ho,ne.''
$50 I did-but George is $uca ca old friend
otmine.'
$50 is Julia an ok friend Of lis; for Il you
will believe her lie WAS once Oh tie point Of
making her Mrs Staten"
.Stop, Mary billiard, You madden me. In.
possible Clary never could have loved l.er, 9
little, silly. flirting, reckc-faccd thing
"And yet so clseer, SO amasing," added Mary
Hiiliard sarcastically repeating her own words.
Shortly afterwards her friend departed leaving
poor little silly oina as jealous as possible, and
Of Julia Glare. Oh inconsistent woman! When
Clarence came in to dinner he net nothing hut
frowhs. a poor reward for lis morning Of pa
tent toll
"lIcre, pct, have brought you & new book" :"
" l don't want any new book"
"Hcre is bunch of flowers too"
{: i don't want any flowers"
Clarence could not fancy what was tie mat
ter; nor did he trouble himself tu inquire
But the business man" felt very sad, and lone
ly rs he sat in his Office that afternoon. In the
bower Of his heart many flowers had pcrislcd
"IIour after hour be had watched the decay
of some early dream. Where was the bliss his
boyish fancy had painted? Oh! where was
that happiness he had pictured to himself!
There came back to that thoughtful man, a
dream Of his boyhood-he had fanced it dead,
but il seas not lie saw before him the pale,
sad face of one he had loved, and cruelty de-
serted. Lena Yesc! lie started at the sound
Of thaL nam it Lad been So long unspoken.
Where was she now? ThcToec Gf his aoul-tEe
being of his he ri aa:l intf!hrci not the orc who
merely pleased the eyc and fancy. OH it was
no common thing to have won the love Of that
proud, eloriousiy intellectual creature; and 10
haze los! ii. That calm, fearless face. bearing
It's proud, silent agoay. it haunted him now.
And tie little note where she bade lin "be
happy, and think of her always as his .trie"d.'
Hi, friend! Yes: she coald never be more to
him noa. And yet oncc his smile was her sun
shine; once she called him aDear Clarence;' =
csrs she severed Slken trcSs from tie many
that lloated over her brow, an.! gave it to him,
not playfully, but earnestly. She would have
died for him then-she would have torn her
heart from her bosom, and placed it under his
feet, if the gift had given him pleasure. Noe
OH. how bitter was the thought, all that love,
that devotion, was changed TO one feeling, cor
tempt!
He was on dangerous ground. pity the
married woman, whose husband rauSc' to think
Of /" an old loyc''-it does not argue well for LEI
future happiness. And yet Lena Eese, brilliant
gifted woman though she was, had been forgot
ten: and if Molina had been wise, memory
would never again have stirred the ashes OF u
dead past. AS it was he felt his ardent love for
his young wife rapidly departing. 1t was as
though lie had stood before gorgeous painting
cxquisitely beautiful in appearance, and watched
some unseen hand draw aside veil after veil
exposing hidden deformities. lie was losing
too bis faith in womankind. He began to look