The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1860-10-18

CONVERSATION Win me out alter some
moments silence, and in answer to sew
eral alinquiries, she informed me that she
had been 10 Europe and almost every. \
where in Americas had procured the,
services and advice of the most eminent
physicians on boIh sides of the Atlantic.
and was then, TO use her own language,
"goings home 10 die.n After further
conversalio n, was about TO leave her,
when she suddenly asked: ,....,....
you remember Frank -"
She paused and looked cautiously
around, as if fearful oflisteners then, in
a low whisper, she said:q, 80, ....... =.
You recollect nv. Williams, don't
you ~ replied in the affirmative.
Did you ever deliver his letter to
papa!" .s.,..l ...,. .i...r.., -.
~ did; and yonr father promised to
reply very soon," said. r..... ..,.ss.
Louise sighed--sucl, long deep
sigh! and promising to see ME again
in the morning, left me alone in . tile
piazza. Circumstances, whichsi, is un
necessary that should mention here,
prevented Louise from seeing me again.
She and her uucle left the hotel the next
afternoon. -... ..
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Eight months after, as l WAS passing
through one Of the streets in q village
in the State of Georgia, I observed n
funeral procession slowly entering a
church yard. some distance ahead of me.
Tquickeued my pace, and entered the
enclosure just rs the coffin was being
lowered into the grave. One glance
npon the silver plate, as ii glistened in
the rays Of the setting sun, sent the hot
blood back upon. my heart, and stirred
the very lowest depths Of my soul with
the most overwhelming sensations. Ii
was poor Louise, whom they were about
lowering into that deep, dark grave
So young! so beautiful! but dead.
DEAD, DEAD! rested mySarm upon
a head stone beside me; and, placing
my head down upon it, wept as never
have before or since.
"Poor Louise oh God |! have done
This, this, this ~ . -
looked up on hearing ;his wailng
exclamation, and observed a tall. hand :
some old man looking down into ,he
half filed grave. His hands were firm
ly clasped over his breast, and bis lips
quivering like leaAet in the storm. 1t
was the wretched father of poor Louise.
Strong men bore him away but, until
distance hushed his wailings, ever and
anon l could hear that heart. chilling
cry: "Poor LOUISE! Poor Louise !"
Frank Williams, as has already been
intimated, loved louise. They were
tery happy in each cthsr's affection,
and looked forward to future that was
all beautiful and winterIess. Her whole
heart was his--his only; his continual
ly ; his forever. There was. nobody in
Franks world but Louise--she was, as
Annie Laura" was to the unfortunate
Douglas, all the world to him. Well,
rs tile story goes, few,months Of song
and love, hope and happiness was gisen
unto them ;and the darkness, tile shock
and the agony came. ~ Ig ~ Z ss1G .
That letter which Frank sent 10 Mr..
Morgan by my hands was never replied
TO; but Louise was spoken to, scolded
and threatened, and ~ stop put to the
silly affair at once," as Mr.. Morgan was
pleased to call it. We'll, weeks grew
into months; Louise was watched close.
ly; Franks name was never mentioned
in her presence, and everybody concern
ed, felt persuaded that Louise had for.
gotten her lover. Forged letters were
mailed to Frank, the contents of which
so worked upon his mind, that he com,
mitied suicide. Louise knew nothing
Of ,his-her poor heart was living upon
hope ....'. Haa@ 49, =
/ i. With consuming energy" ~
T Months. came and went, and Louise
grew pale and thin, dispiIited and sad
Her friends forced, her into gay society
dressed her in silks and jewcls-took
her to balls, operas and concerto; but,
for all that, the poor heart grew sadder
the palid check paler, until the laugh,
song and light went away from her al
together. Then came wise doctors. and
they physicked her; recommended
charge Of air and scene, and all that
kind Of thing. ~, z,.. 49, -.....
Her trunk was packed-they took
her to lovely Italy, 10 beautiful Swi,zer.
land, TO gay and fashionable France
then 70 all the beauty spots in our own
country; but, it, was all in vain.r The
poor henri wantedits idol, its loved one
its life and light. Money was spent
la"ishly upon her; friends anticipated
all her wishes {; but the blue went from
her skies, the flowers from her path
Sand hope from her heart. .
4 We like TO see a rbeautifnl girl OF tina
captivating cast. sometimes invidiously call
ed a squint. Like a bowl, its very bio
makes ii sure of hitting the mark, while I