The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1861-11-06

SORT. mere ndu we uuht OUT pthNhRust,
washing our bits Of china 10 the ripping
stream-here had we watched the little fish
es darting in and out Of the deeper eddies--
here had she listened TO a tale of love, the
} memory Of which seemed but mocking
dream. and here, as faiatly hoped, | found
: her. With half joyful. half moaning cry,
! she threw her arms around my neck. aud
/ could feel her tears dropping upon my face
IS she whispered. "Oh. Lottie, Lottie. we
! have met again by the dear old brook
G For few moments she sobbed as il her
! heart would break, then suddenly drying her
} tears. she assumed calm, cold, dignifed
manner, such as had never before seen in
J Cora Blanchard. Very composedly she ques-
toned me Of what had done during her abb
sence. telling me, too, Of her travels, Of the
, people she had seen, and the places she had
j visited; but never word said she OF him
she called her husband. From the bank
I where we sat, the village graveyard was dis
. cernable. with its marble cleaning through
. the trees. and at last, as her eye wandered
8 in that direction. she said: Have any of
the villagers died! Mothers letters were
/. never definite"
I Yes." answered. "our minister. Mr..
: Sumner, died two months ago.
{ "Who takes his place !" she asked; and
e as if suspicion Of the truth were flashing
upon her, her eyes turned toward me with
] an eager. startling glance.
e Walter Beaumont. He is to be ordained
1 next Sabbath. and you are just in time !
t replied, regretting my words the next in
stant, for never saw so fearful louk Of an
n guish as that which swept over her face. and
il was succeeded BY cold, hard. defiant ex-
!, preston. scarcely less painful to witness.
i She would have questioned me Of him, |
$ think. had not an approaching fnotstep caught
r our ear. sending crimson flush 10 Cora )
i hitherto marble cheek, aud producing on me
] a most unpleasant sensation, for | knew that
e the gray haired man now within few PAGES
o of Us was he who called that young creature
It his vile. Golden was the chain by which
he had bound her. and every link was set
e with diamonds and costly stones, but it had
I rusted aud eaten to her very hearts core, for
u the most precious gem Of all was missing
!" from that chain---love for her husband. Win.
fortunately for his own peace of mlnd. was
5, too coneeited TO dream how little she cared
e for him. He was not handsome, and still
many would have called him fine looking.
middle-aged man, though there was some.
!, thing disagreeable in his thin, compressed
Z lips and Intensely black eyrs-the onr be
i tokening violent temper. and the Other al
! indomitable will. To me he was exceeding.
4 ly polite-rather too much so for ms perfect
$ case. while toward Cora he tried to be yers
- affertionate.
i Seating himself at her side. and throwing
!, his arm around her, he called her little
- - truaut," and asked "why she had run ava,
5 from himf"
. Hall pettshly she answered. "Because
- :, like sometimes to be alone;" then rising NJ
= :. and turning towards me she asked If 9Th,
" water still ran over the old milldam 10 III
west woods Just as il used to do" SAYING
nd it did. she wished TO see 1t.
he "You can't CO." she continued. address
nd ing her husband, " for il is more than mii'
he over fences and ploughrd 6elds.''
en- This was sufficient. for Mr.. Douglas. wa
~ very h.tidious 10 all mstters pertsining 4
6. his dress, and had no fancy Cor suiling III
white pants or his p,tent feathers. 80 OF
er and set OF together. while he walked slow
" back 10 the siliage. Scarcely was he ou
y, ef sight. howeyer. when. seating herself be
i'm meath tree, and throwing her fat npon III
n ground, Cora announced her intention of M
or going any further.
nd "I only wished to be alone. breathe .
he much better" she SAID. and when lookei
en- inquiringIy At her, she continued. "Nrye
e. marry man for his wealth. LOtIie, unlr.
ct, you wish TO become ss hard, as wicked, an
IN unhappy a, am. John Douglass j. s"rt
Of half million. and yet would give il all
m. we're the same little girl. ~ho, six sesr
on ago. wsdeJ with you through the snow.drili
IN. 10 school on that stormy day. DO van re
al member what we PLAYED that noon. and M
M foolish remark that would marry for munc
and damondsf Woe il me, I've wnn ihel
,r. both !" and her tears fell iast On ihe spark
ed ling gems which covered her slender hnger
ed Just then | saw in the distance aynuu
n. man whom knew 10 be Walter Brsumun
ir. He seemed 10 be approaching us. Whrn Cor
ed became aware Of that. she started up. and
,le grasping ms arm. hurried away. SAYING. a
N. she cast backward fearful glance. I" l waul
n. rather dIe than meet him now. ! sm not pre-
ie, pared"
n. For the remainder OF the way We wake,
or on in silence, until we reaened her mother'
lie gste, whrre we found her husband waItinl
nv Tor her. bidding me good morn'ng. she FOL
nd lowed him slowly up the graveled walk. an,
iy saw her no more until the following sab
ch bath. Il was glorioUsl, beautiful mcrning
IL. and al an sarly hour he old brick churel
he was filed 10 o,eidowing. fsr Walter had ma
es nv friends, aud they came lngeiher gladly I,
* see him made minister ol Cod. During II,
a. first part II tic service We was very paIe. and
10 his eve oiten wandered toward the larg,
4, square pew. where sat portly man and /
&C beautiful young woman, richly aitirrd in sat.
ne in and jewels. Il had cost her a struggle I,
a be there, bot she felt that she must look again
N on one whom she had loved 50 much and 8,
4. deeply wrouged. So she came. aud the sigh
Of him standing there in bis early manhood
he his soft brown hair clustering sbuut sis brow