Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-08-27
M090GAaA AMY.
Pride and Principle.
by B. s.. BARREIoT.

| was returning home after an absence
of eight years, returning to the home of
my childhood. The numbering couch that
bore nc rapidly along, was already enter
ing the little village where | was born.
where Ihad received the stimportant prn-
cipcs of an education, where had sported
many a happy clildhood's hour, and where
1 had first learned to love-
Yes, to love the prcttiest, mcrricst, and
proudest maiden in all the village" not
wisely, buttod we'll" She rejected my
suit; she had higher aspirations. 1t was
true she liked me very well--it might be,
loved mc--l was not rich, and she was
proud and naughty, as well as beautiful
Vet she was, indeed, kind and charitable
she did not reject my offer disdanfully,
but seemed to study some method by which
her iTevocablc reply might give me no
pain.
did not question her motives. I knew
them too well and thon and there rcsol
we'd, that if health should be spared mo-
would dcrart at once my native village,
and some day return, wealthy man; not
again to urge my suit, .ot even to claim
her as friend or acquaintance, unless il
should bic her express desire; for too had
proud spirit, and could never condcscend
to plead with woman.
Allthcse thoughts passed rapidly through
my mind as / ncarcd my fathers cottage :;
and rejoiccd to think that, ir part, my
purpose had been accomplished [ was
rich; rich even beyond fastidious rcouisi-
tlons OF Isabel llayne; richer than her IA
thcr had ever been; and yet my stern re-
solve had seen no change.
met my father now slvcr-haircd with
age. My mother had been lying in her
narrow, silent home for nearly two years.
My sister, my only sister whom fondly
hoped to meet, was married, and had gone
to- distant place to dwell The spirit of
change had brcathed upon every dear ard
familiar object. The houses, the fences
were mouldcring away. met the com
panions of my youth, who welcomed nc
back with smiles that lit up their happy fa-
ces in my boyhood's days. They were
growing old.
Yet some, seemed apparently no older
than when had seen them eight years
before
did not meet Miss Haync; nor did /.
even inquire about her SHE had proba-
bly, gone away; or, what was quite as prob
able, her father might have become so
wealthy that she no longer moved in the
village society. Perhaps she was mar
ried, and was living in some other place.
What was she to me that shculd spend
Athought in speculation as to the cause of
her invisibility? And yet could not eff
face her image from my mind. If ever
in distant lands had succeeded in my eff.
forts TO Danish her from my memory, ]
could not do so now. The associations of
homo and familiar scenes brought back
the rccollections of happya days; and her
name, her form, just as she appeared to
,nc then was indispensably necessary to
complete the picture which, fancy painted
me,
y There was social gatheriugat a friends,
but she was not there, Why should look
so anxiously about, hoping and yet fear
ipgx to eneonntcr her beautiful face p
Why could l not forget her at once aad
forever.
Some one mentioned her namc. "Why
was she not thcre2v ~
e."Shedoes notgo out now since their
misfortune
"Whata pityl Pocr ITayue They say
That she supports him by Souching,"
Yes: she is engaged in the district
,luSt beyond the village. 1t will be a Sc