Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-03-19
) Mj8oEGlAa5Y,
MY EXPERIENCE,
"A LOVE TALE

us ~eff "A LOVE TALE.
My narrative commences when was six
teen. Fancy me then wild; wayward
girly endowed with alhosty temper, and
deopTooted love of having my own way.--
My father died while | was very Young,
Living me to the care of my goutlo mother,
who loved me too dearly 10 treat me as
tirnllg and severely as my obStinacy merit
cd | was her only child77-her greatest
earthly treasure she lived only for me- aud
she was blind to my faults. My heart
aches, and the bitter tears, often. flow now,
when / think of the unhappy. hours. | must
have caused her. Mould that i could live
those days over again, my mother! not
one tear, shouldst thou have to shed for my
sake
At sixteen. i fell in love, of course dcep-
y, romanticaily and sceyctly-thut was the
great charm of it,, My hero was younu
ssentlemsp, ofwhom j knew very little. /
had only. spoken to him a few times. /
grew qulctand reserved, ard very Thought
ful,- walked about our large, beautiful
garden, with book of Sentimental Poe
try "smmy hand, and made myself as mis-
cradle as possibly could | ulused upon
the last words or last look of my idol, and
thought of him as something more than
mortal. IN my estimation he appeared
superhuinan, and lived in constant, terror
lest others should find out his excellence,
and worship him as i did. Yes, | worship
cd him--I kissed the glove / wore when [
had shaken hands with him, and it WAS sa-
cred in my eyes forever
This lasted several months, for " dis
tancc lcnt enchantment to the view - had
seen the object of my ardent affections
oftcncr, | should sooner have been olsen
chanted; but his visits were very like what
those of the angels are supposed to be- so
the dclusion was kept up. NV dear mo.
ther was alarmed, and anxiously. sought TO
discover the cause of my abstraction !; but
escaped from her cross examination with
my secret still my own, and went on build.
ing my airy castles, and making him lord
OF them all But tfchangc came o er the
spirit of my dream," / grew tired of low
ing alone f'began to fear my affection
was not returned; so | seriously made up
my mind to forget my first love- I remcm-
bered that every girl had q irst love, and
that she always forgot it. Indeed, L
thought, after all, it would be rather, mira.
Htg. to let the course of true love run
smooth, even if it would, and marry and
settle without an adventure of some kind !;
sol threw aside my poetry book and nv
inelancholiy, and my mothers heart was
glad again to see me restored to my wontcd
Sayety. She had to reprove me once or
twice for rude ,,sto the fallen hero but
felt almost proudof my Indifference, and
took great delight in showing him that L
could scor6 and lotltim go, when I.frmly
believe he never had the slightest oohcop.
tion of the fechugs he had inspired, and
was only aElittie puzzled by the. change in
my behaviour, '' 81 y - e,1'.'
Time aew5 on, swiftly and happily for
me-. lfhad few cares. Fortune had show
cred her giftsupons me. Twas rich in this
world 9 wealth, and had only my mother
and gwhat was rather more difficult niysels
to please. Life to me was like Young
joyousidremn--I had yet to learn how real
and,earnest it is. That knowledge was at
hand The time came when looked ,up-
on the days Of my early love as bright and
golden once such es / know would never
return. Inow loved inreality,. and [ was
leyed in return !; not in gloomy secrecy
this time, but opanly; with niylnotllcr's
consent, was betrothed to. onc who soon
became dear to me as life itself; he was
my spirits spirit, my hearts sweet home.
! gave up every thought to his keeping,
and often wondered how / mad lived and
Thought myself happy before i was .blest
with love, There seemed not an obstacle
in the path of-opr happiness, and often 10
the silence and solitude Of my own cham.
,ber have Ished tears Of thankful ioy for
the many blessings possessed. n
~ have not lived IN yaiai" cried, cx-
ultlngIy. '' -
~ e / hsve made another happy?a
= Islove TO finger on this period Of my life,
to tliinkof my blissful day dreams, the
happy hoursI spent ins the society of nv
'bcsfotbei aud 'tlle bright ,,i.hs sss Iaia t5r
Che fatute.5 I little thodght how soon and
how sadly I nuse awake from my dream
ing. STa' s29a 5 dif8 sS'g
8 4 ewere walking in the garden one beau,
tiini sntnmeT's c2enihg ii was rather late,
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