Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1860-04-07
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THE TORN NEWspApER I,
BY OLIVER SINCLAIR,


If | love William more than | love YOU,
Ch,rl,o, why should you be angry? This is
not the way to make mc love YOU better than
Wiiiam If | cannot be your wife, [ can he
your friend You have paid me a compli-
mcnt, shall always be grateful for, in offer
ing me your hGnd | feel deeply your prefer
cncc of me over other and faircr maidcus of
your acquaintance, and who | know would
be made happy by such an offer Nav, do
not look displcascd. because | refuse to be
your wife, is no reason tlat [ cannot cstccm
you as friend"
Thus calmly, and gently, and scnsbly spoke
Ida Boyd, a sweet, beautiful girl of eighteen
the daughter of poor widow-to a rich
young man of uncomfortable passions, who
had loved her long, and would have made her
his wife; for though poor, she was socially
his equal, her father having been gentleman
OF fortune, who becSmc reduced before his
death, through the failure of Il bank in which
he had invested all he was worth,
They were standing at the garden gate, to
which he had asked her to accompany hir,,
after having called to sec her, saying that he
wished to say few words to her alone These
few words were the offer of his hand and for
tune. Her reply was that she had been
month engaged to William Appleton His
angry oxcumationS of disappointment called
from her the words cf remonstrancc and kind
ness which she addressed him ut the beginning
of our tale
" Love or hatred - he replied, almost fierce
~ i" must either love or hate you, Ida
Boyd! There is no medium with me- AS
for William Appleton, may the dev-"
" Charles-Charlcs Stop where you arc
This Conduct is unworthy of you, and painful
to me-" she cried, laying her hand upon his
arm, which he pcttshly withdrew from her
touch. off / cannot love you, why will you
hate me? Does not this show that your love
for me was not such as would stand the tests
of life %
" "Ida-talll not thus My love for you
would have made me die for YOU Yesterday,
if you had biddcn me do deed involving the
risk of my life, would have marched, with "A
smile upon my lips, to death, SO that felt
that you approved"
She looked in his face The moonlight,
cleaning through the lattice of leaves above
their heads, fell in soft splcndor on his fore
head; for his forehead was uncovered as he
spoke to the fair object of his worship. There
was momentary silence She broke it by
saying, Charles, am very, very sorry for
you -
"Pity me not Your pity adds poison to
the barb you have SO completely fastened in
my heart. Hate me, Ida, hate me That
will be the most grateful return you can make
me, for robbing NE of yourself"
:" Charles, " sad the ioyoIy girl, a2 shc took
his reluctant hand in hers g dear Charles
my friend, how can you blame me? How
can you feel so? Love is mystery do
not know why L choose William rather than
you.
i" He has known you but ten months, while
have known you from child"
" / know it, Charles have always liked
you Do you not remember how | have so
often given you flowers, and how you used to
love to carry my heavy sltchel of books home
for me I; and how you gave me birds and rab-
bits for pets, and | named them after you J;
and how you used to do hard sums for me,
and what good friends we used to be p
Yes, | remember it all, Ida !; and we were
very happy and when | grew up, and you
grew ~ and became so beautiful, [ resolved
YOU shou,Il be my wife but then came the
e, ~.rcr, and-a.1d ----'
'si I5,o a.. motion, t. not Il gush of tears, of
+bc ynnnn mon on, I'D his Ittcrance, and he
turned away without finish. '@ '"c ~, r
9" AS said, Charles, love is !. "'yStG'.,
loved him as soon as ! saw him. ooh
~" NJ" ~ "ooj DuI OuI CJcS nO SOOucI InCs
than our hearts seemed to fly together and
embrace like long absent friends"
The disappointed lover made no immediate
reply He walked ID.Hr few moments to aud
fro before the Garden gate. There was cloud
visible upon his brow and stern tixedncss of
the lips, which alarmed her hooppr5Schcd
lim gently, aud said, "Charlcs " 81
"Well, Miss Boyd y
" Do not speak to me so unkindly."
=" What matters it? Are you anything to
me? Am anything to thee? Are you not
his? l do well to speak unkindly! But
forgive, Ida! am notangry with you. Po-
cts say love cannot be helped. But as for
him, who, knowing how I loved you, and who
has come between me and happiness -----"
"Say no word in anger Charles For my
$3.50, do not be angry with William"
" For thy sake"
&" Yes; may lnot ask this?"
, 'FIda, what do owe you, that for thy sake
J. should not hate him ?"
= ''Nothing; but, oh, forgive lc knew
not you loved me 50 dearly. You never told
nae til tonight"
tsBecause / did rot deem it necessary to
tell thee be observed bitterly +" ] thought
YOU understood the look Of arg eyes, the touch
of my hand The tone oa ~ x8ice J. To tell
You that 4 loved yep ssaE &c seemed to
me Ike pals ending torch
iEessss But alas, I see