The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1863-02-11

love you. l shall always love you; but
| caunot Co."
Not go! You do not love me. Words
are easily SAID, actions speak more loudly.
You do not love me" said Cyrus, passion
a,ely ; and, pushing her from him, he
strobe down the steps, and from the farm.
Bessie stood in the porch looking after
him. Her face was very pale, and her
whole form tremLled with agitation; her
eyes were turned towards him, with a
l1ok OF love and wisl!ulness agouizing to
see but no word pas ID her lips to recall
him. She watched him as he walked
rapidly down the road; aud then turned
sadly into the house, and sought her own
room, where, sinking on her knees, she
poured for,n her SORROW in prayer.
The next day. without seeing Bessie,
or leaving her any word Of bis purpose,
Cyrus Hill left the country town for New
York, and, in n few weeks, sailed for Cal
hoiu'as 'cesie ue"iu VI bio o0F"'"ie'
| and felt that now indeed her life was oil
her grandfather
A few months after Cyrus had deserted
Bessie, Farmer Campbell was taken very
i'll. He had bseu aiIing for long time ;
but now he WAS SO i'll that a physrcisn
was called in and everything bad to be
put aside by bis darling, and her whole
time spent in nursing and watching him.
Lie was sick for many months The little
sum At the bank WAS all exhausted. Roger
helped as far as he was able but he bad
a large family 70 Gaze for, and could spare
but little. Bessie's earnings were very
small for her grandfather required such
constant care that but little time could
be spared for needleso ork and one by
one the articles Of furniture, excepting
those in her grandfather'a room, were
sold to meet his wants. After lingering
for nearly fifteen months, the o!d man
died, and Bessie was indeed alone. She
looked around for home. Roger. was
open 10 her: but Bessie knew Roger had
bis own family TO support, and shrank
from belIg a burden on him. A s,ua.
ton as seamstre,s was offered her in a
neigbboring village, aud she accepted it.
II was a pleasau, mo,nino in Ju.v tina,
Bessie uar,sd 70, her now bom.. She
had spent the night, the last, in the old
farmhouse in pr,ver and WAS STRENGTH
ened for the weary prosp.ct before her.
She has altered since sLo stood in the
porch. tha, memorable night her face is
very pale: her form thin and her ex
very, very sad. Her d &c, mourn
ing dress casts n gloom on the sweet face,
very painful 10 see III ono so young.
Oh, in the long days, when bending
wearily over her work, how her hear,
longed for Cyrus! She had forgiven him
his unkin lness, and remembered only
how she loved him and his face WAS ever
in her eye, bis loving words in her car.
How the sad heart longed for him !! But,
she never regretted her decision. She
shuddered, as she imagined ths, long i'll.
ness, and she far away from her grand
fathers be1side.
Farmer Campbell had been dead just
= year. Bessie WAS seated at her win
dow. sewing on SOME plain work for some
neig ghboring farmers wife. She was still
in mourning, though no, so deep as when
we last saw her aud her face was still
sad and pale but, with its expression Of
patient resignation and inward trust,
very, very lovely. She sat sewing with
Ianguid fingers, her thoughts far away.
She WAS thinking Of Cyrus. Ever, when
her fingers were employed and her mind
free, memory brought back the loved
face and dear vo'ce and AL uDzindness