The tri-weekly news. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1865-1876, 1866-07-14

Bolu Vi Cne SeCtlnR sun anu lHnC nuSh
on his cheek, as he looked down upon
me, halEsmiling. and said {: 'Ons day,
Judith, we shall have a house Just Oh
this hill. It WILDE a bestuful site for
Our homel aOur homei To think
John andIwill never have the same
home, Annie p'' ,''a' ,.', ''s'9
s - 4 y #~
. Itwas after midnight. Judith and 1
leaned out Of the upper window, and
watched the moon setting pale and calm
as my darlings face over the topso of the
tall Lombardy poplars. The whip poor.
will was,still crying sadly in the wood
near byIand from the garden below the
night breeze came laden with the same
Oppressive fragrance of jasmine and hon.
ey suckle, We had tied up the letters
ahdseaied them all in a package with
the slender golden hoop which he had
giveD.her, the miniature and the tiny
curl ofsoft brown hair. There it lay on
the table directed to "Maj. John Holmes
--Legion,s Winchester Va" 1t would
probably reach the BRIDEGROOM just after
he had pressed the farewell kiss upon the
lips ofhis beautiful wife. Would he sigh
as he recognized the steady delicate char.
acters which had SO often conveyed to him
messages, Of enduring faith and love ?
Would one. .pang Of regret miugle with
the tide ofhappiness flowing around his
new life as he remembered the sweet
face which was.once his guiding star,
and had looked forth so vainly for his
return, growing paler and paler with
"hopes deferred" as he came not and
now, alasl would uever t,ever come!
Judish's heart ands mine had both
asked these questions but neither could
answer--only opened. the yellwofn
Bible marked here and there With hap.
py eras, and earnest prayers andthanks
givings and there read sotly the
6les$ed words, Meg no esas ssina fa,r
tho present seemett joyous, 5aS rather
grievous. Nevertheless 1t yieldeh the
peaceabk fruits Of righteousness" I was
still holding the little book in my hand,
and longlng---oh, longing sol--to see
one tear from those mourpful eyes or d
tre1nulous grief around those strangely
quiet steady lips. Anything, oh,
GodP'I cried, ''anything, belt never so
wild and passionate rather than this cruel
calml" a
She looked across the fields to the
stile whore she and John used to sit and
talk in the cleaning, and where little
Tom used the wave the letters which
came so often after he left; then she
glanced down the d7-"the, way. he
went at, partiEg" so handsome and
graceful on his: fees footed steed ;'then,
las.fy at the DIRK patch ofshade where
amarbls shaft glimmsred in the fading
moonlight and her best.beloved-her
own, sand only brother saved little Tom,
lay sleeping under the cedar with the
death wound in his noble breast. She
turned to me~-my darling did, and said
slowly:
\ Il would rather he were lying beside
poor Harry, Annie, and when watered
sho flowers on his grave I should feel he
was aeiae still"
y ~ r. r.
( A month passed, and daily / went
my way down the meadow to meet Ju.
dith,t There we were won't 10 sit and
talk, not Of what had been---oh, no, that
was forbidden now but of what was
to come; Of Heaven and eternity OF
late Judith lad grown weaker, a slight
cold Mrs. Dare said, and we must not cit