Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-07-07
an Original Nob&lstt&
Written for the Advertiser.
THE SECOND WIFE;
Or, CIRCUMSTANCES ALTERS CASES
By JENNY WOODBINE.


And Freddy Berrien tossed her crispy curls
about. II never did believe in second mar
riages-it is a downright sin to marry some
poor dead woman's husband. I should always
feel as though were in the wrong place, and
expect some fearful retrbution to follow my
crime. I'll tell you what put me out with them
There's John Lane, you know had the loveliest
little wife in the world. Fairy and humming
bird, were the dimunitive pet names loved tc
call her. He pretended to love her more than
life itself; but alas for mans constancy-it is
an unheard of wonder, not to be discovered
outside of Paradise-if it exists there. Well
Fannie Lane died-and she hadn't been in hel
grave six months, before in steps my lady-shiE
the secondwife. How hated her, long
slab-sided, badly-put together women. She put
Fannie's portrait in the garret-sold all the
jewels Fannie had left for her children-treatet
Fannie's children so badly that the poor. little
dears were afraid to speak; and lorded it ovel
everything generally. One day went to SEE
Fannie's grave-the first wife-the pure gentle
woman, he had vowed to love al,cays. 1t was
picture to make the heart weep. Not stone
not even slab to tell Of her, who slept below
All overgrown with weeds, and brambles-
sunken in, and desolate No! Gertrude Aston
Idon't bsliere in second marriages.
"Well Freddy, you have made pretty long
speech my dear; and while admire your elo'
quence, and honor you for your generous senti.
ments, III lay wager, that if you erer do mar.
ry, you will marry oido,cer."
"Nonsense, Gertrude. When marry, Imust
marry one who has never loved before. must
be the wt,le teorla to hin-even, as he will be,
my world, my universe. You remember this
line in my favorite song:
"Loye me forever-lore me alone"
That's my sentiment exactly. I must be
first, last and only love. Laying aside the sin,
there is no freshness about second marriage.
Who wants heart that has wasted all its first
sweetness on somebody else not /, Frederick
Barrienm
Gertrude laughed slightly and the two young
girls, who were fast friends, went to their
rooms, to dress for walk.
Freddy Berrien had just completed her nine
teenth summer. She was the spoiled child Of a
widowed mother-the pet of large circle Of
friends. No party was complete without Fred
dy's presence-no slowing couple" could consent
to make each other miserable" for lifc with
out Freddy to witness the ceremony; and
when any one was sick, who so gool a nurse as
the gentle Freddy2 Her tiny hands had such a
magnetic power about them, that they could
charm away the uery 'o0rsl headache, as many a
sufferer could testify. Laughter-loving Freddy !!
many a heart blessed her, as she went on her
merry, dont-carc-sort of way, dispensing smiles
like blessings. All the children in town knew
Freddy ;-and they ran in droyes to get gentle
pressure of her wee-white hands, and hear her
whole-souled "How-dye do"
Freddy was not rich. Poverty had been her
constant companion ever since she could re-
member. But Freddy didn't mind that. Wasn't
she rich in possessing clear, bright intellect
warm, young heart overaowing with love for
everybody. Freddy wasn't proud dH She
would pause in her walk to chat moment with
the old Irish woman at the corner, with frock
tucked up, and arms kimbo; and give kindly
nod of the head to the sun-browned laborer.
Freddy loved all little children-from the
over.dressed scion of an ;illustrious race, pant.
Ing in plumes, feathers, and embroidery, to the
natural human baby in its clean white calico
or the poor little neglected thing in rags and
filth. Frcddy's dress was ae1er too fine to take
these little ones ia her arms-she never started
back when they pulled her curls; all tie chill
drea locel her. Wasn't that q good sign, young
Inan2
Freddy was not pretty. am sorry to say it
for fear it will destroy all the interest you fee
in my little maiden But Freddy's good-natured
honest face wasn't bill haRdsome-not even hel
admirers could assert the contrary. But sht
had, what is better than beauty, pure moral prin
ciples, and warm, true heart.
Still hers was no ordinary facc-see it wher
YOU might, you would turn t1ics to look at it
The ewes were its chiefest bcauty-they wer
dark hazle, and expressed every emotion Q
her soul. Sometimes they would dazzle, be
wilder, and entrance with their quick, brigh
glances, making your heart struggle like cap
tive bird; aud again, they would look at you il
the quie.cst manner possible-so changeable va
our Freddy. The features were not regular
the complexion not dazzling white; but talk
her altogether, she was pleasing, winning lit
tie creature.
a Said I she was not beautiful? Her eyes upo
your sight
Broke with the lambent purity of planetary light
And an intellectual glory like lamp within vast
Lii No every feature Of her animated face.'
OF admirers she had plenty,
"Many 'ristocratic dandy
Many titled SIR
And she fell in love, and ont every weeks
Freddy's "Loves" became the standing joke.
aFreddy is in love again."
aWho no,07"
cob the last one of course"
"How many toin-spirits do you have Freddy
Every timo I see you, you have just foun
some s,es0 mate Of your SOUL"