Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-08-18
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Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
woMAN's LOVE.
BY J. FORREST GOWN.

BY J. FORREST GOWN. -'r---.'
Eighty thou say'st that womsn's love is false,.
The thought is falser far s.r.F - -
For some of them are true as martyrs legends,
AS full of suffering faith, Of burning love-, =,
or high devotion-worthier Of heaven than earth !;
OF do not know tale. MAruRrN's BERrRAM.
She was happy once. The dark days came
not, with their clouds; upon her, aud the chill
winds of suramerless years whistled moi
through the breaking heart. Her home
beside the far.away river was always hap.
py one; and the tones which came from The
parted lips Of those who gathered about the
hearth.stone, were never harsh, never 'un.
kind-always tender and sweet - -, y
There came a, stranger to that happy home
another footprint was seen upon the. snow
at the door-anotherschair was drawn up to
the freside. The feathery snow fakes came
down, down, down--silently as thesgrowth
of flowers; still as the fight Of clouds across
the summer sky. The grey morn Frightened
| into .noon,. melted into eve, and darkened
| into night, but the stranger went not out
Weeks had passed away. A voice Of la.
mentation went up from that once happy
home cold shadow came down upon the
crushed spirits there. She had gone away
from the home.loye; away from the white
haired old man, away from an aged and de.
votedmother away from the loving brother
| away from the affactionate sister; away from
the. rnby-lipped, blue.eyed baby in the cra'
die. ~ 49,. - 49, - p ,''''s' -. -
Why did Eulalia leave all these? She
loved the stranger; loved him enough to fol-
low him over the snow:clad meadows that
dark, cold night; loved him enough to leave
the group at the e.freside, and to face the
keen, biting winter blasts; loved him enough
to sacrifice home, friends and loved ones
to turn her back upon fortune, reputation
and honor. a.~& '->.r ~
The stranger became her husband. His
face Redeemed under meridian sun-his
hands grew dark from labor in the field ; but
she. loved to look upon that face more than
anything in all the vide, wide world she
loved to have that hand closed around her
tiny fingers. -.,,
.Adyersity came. The little crop proved a
failure the COW died just at the worst time !;
and what was worse than all, Fred-her. Fred
grew very SIGH, She did not tell him how
she obtained those little delicacies; she did
not tell him that the meal was all out; she
did not tell him, as she sat so patiently be.
side his bed, and fed him on ice, that her
earrings had been soldier best gown in
the hands of the pawn-broker. She did
not say how weary she was-how little she
had eaten all that long day-as she famed
him the long, long, dreary night. >.--.
Months passed away. Fred was at work
again, She did not tell him, after he came
from thelittle farm, how busily she had piled
the needle during his absence. he did not
know that that warm cup Of coffee and those
nicely buttered biscuits were purchased by
portion of her earnings; neither was he
aware, when she met him so cheerfully at
the door, how her poor head ached; how
she kept back the tears, and how we'll nigh
broken was her noble heart.
Another failure of the little crop. Fred
became idle he was seldom at home; his
breath was polluted by draughts from the
damuipg bowl. She knew it--knew that
the sheep were sold to purchase intoxicating
liquors knew what the man was about, who
came to the farm and entered the house with
pencil and paper; aud, yet, when Fred would
stagger into the doorat midnight, she would
throw her arms about him, kiss his dwelling
mouth, and lead him so gently to aseat away
from the fire. She would have his slippers
nicely warmed, his dressing gown hung
where he could find it, and a nice little sup
per, covered over on the hearth.stone, which
she had been keeping warm for him.
And when Fred would push her away
from him with an oath when the supper
was kicked into the FIRE; when the slippers
we're thrown into her face, and the gown
trampled upon with terrible curses-she
would humor, caress and coax the brutalized
man she would help him to bed, and sit
beside him until be slept. Then the tears
would come; then the aching head would
be buried in the pillow, and the weary bosom
heave with convulsive sobs of anguish
Then the frail body would sink down before
its Maker, and the strong cries of the soul
60 up to its God. Oh the agony Of those
midnight wrestlings! God save the reader
from their bitter experience !!
The storm increases. Fred is sold out,
and she, with her baby boy, must go back to
the far away home, or go with her husband