Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1860-05-05

ShO "Vuiu hoI ilcar OI u POSITIVE engagement
both should be free to change their mind
if they wished, she said, and with this Walter
was satisfied.
Il have no diamonds to give you, darling"
he said, drawing her close to him and Cora
knowing to what he referred, answered thnt
"his love was dearer to her than all the world
besides. Alas, that woman should be SO
fickle
The same train which carried Walter away,
brought Mrs. Blanchard letter from her
d,uGhtcr--a doshing, fashionable woman,
who lived in the city, and who wished to bring
her sister Cora cont" the coming winter
T" She is old enough now" she wrote /" to be
looking for husband and of course she'll
never do anything in that by-placc"
This proposition, which accorded exactly
with Mrs BlanchNrd's wishes, vas ;oyfuny
acccded to by Cora, who, willie auticiDatnr
the pleasure Mich awaited her, had vet no
th"u5ht of proving false to Walter, and in
the letter which she wrote informing him of
her unchonging fidelity, little dreaming that
the promise thus made would so soon be bro
ken Petted, carcsscd, flattcrcd and admired,
MS she was iii the circle of her sisters friends
how could she help growing worldly and vain,
or avoid contrasting the plain, unassuminp
Walter, with the polished and gavly-drcsscd
butterflies who throngcd Mrs Burton's draw
ing room. When the summer came again.
she did not return to us as we had expected,
but we heard of her at Saratoga and Newport,
the admired of all admirers while one, it
was said, man of high position and untold
wealth, bid fair to win the beautcous BELLE
Meantime, her letters to Walter grew short and
far between, ceasing at length altogether and
one day, during the second winter of her res
al Nl,,a.,
age containing his miniature, the books he had
given her, and the letters he had written
These she wished me to give him when next
/ saw him, bidding me tell him to think no
more of one who was not worthy of him.
To be plain, Lottie," she wrote, "I'm
engaged, and though Mr.. Douglass is not a
bit like Walter, he has great deal of money.
drives splendid horses, and [ reckon we shall
get on well enough. l wish, though, he was
not quite so old You'll be shocked to hear
that he is almost fifty, though he looks about
forty know don't like him as we'll as [
did Walter, but, after seeing as much of tho
| world as have, ! could not settle down into
the wife of poor ministcr. | am not good
enough, and you must tell him So / hope
he wont feel badly-poor Walter. I've kept
the lock of his hair / couldn't part with
that; but, of course, Mr. Douglass will never
sec it. His hair is gray Good-by."
This was what she wrote and when heard
from her again, she was Cora Douglass, and
her feet were treNding the shores of the Old
World whither she had gone on bridal tour.
In the solitude Of his chamber, the young
student read the sad news from paragraph in
a city paper, and bowing his head upon the ta-
bic, he strove to articulatc, " 1t is well - but
the flesh was weak, warning with the spirit,
and the heart which Cora Blanchard had cru
ely trampled down, chung to her still with o
death-li!1e fondness, and, following her even
across the waste of waters, cried out, How
can give her up - But when he remember
ed. as he ere long did that twas n sin to love
her now, he buried his face in his hands, and,
calling on God to help him in this hour OF
need, wept such tears as never again would
fall for Cora Blanchard
The roses in our garden were faded, and the
leaves of autumn were piled upon the ground,
ere he came to his home again, and had an
opportunity of presenting him with the pack.
age which many months before had been com
mitted to my care. His face was very pale,
and his voice trembled as he asked me,
"Whcre is she now ?"
" In Italy," answered; adding that cher
husband was said to be very wealthy"
Bowing mechanically, he walked away, and
year and half went by ere saw him again.
Then he came among us as our minister
The old, white-haired pastor, who for SO long
had told us of the Good Shepherd and t,le
better land, was sleeping at last iii the quiet
graveyard, and the people had chosen young
Walter Beaumont to fiji his place He was
splendid looking man--tall, erect, and fine
| ly formed, with a most winning manner, and
face which bctokened intellect of the high
est order. We were proud of him, all of us
proud of our clergyman, who, on the third
Sabbath In June, was to be ordained in the
old brick church, before whose altar he had
years ago been baptized smiling infant
On the Thursday afternoon preceding the
ordination, large travelling carriage, covered
with dust and laden with trunks, passed slow.
y through our village, attracting much attcn.
ton. Seated within it was a portly, gray.
haired man, resting his chin upon a gold
headed cane, and locking curiously out at the
people in the street, who stared as curiously at
him. Directly opposite him, and languidy
reclining upon the soft cushions, was white
proud faced lady, who evidently felt no inter.
est in what was passing around her, for her
eyes were cast down, and her thought seemed
busy elsewhere. | was sitting at my chamber
window, gazing out upon them, and lust as
they drew near the gate, the lady raised her
eyes-the soft, brown eyes which once had
won the love of Walter Beaumont, and in
which there was now an unmistakabIe look OF
anguish, as if the long eyelashes, dropping Sc
wearily upon the colorless check, were con.
sfant1u forcino, hool, tbo b;Jlo.