The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-06-15

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I :. Ten wears naalsea wonde derfpl change
Ia tise fsee of society, and thin. the
ranasof Old friends. Faces We have
loved are Missings faces we knew 80
wen nre changed; age has stamped
|<some, care others, and sin ofSsorrow
EAns beaten ont the fair bright hopes
aud beauty from many an one~we last
saw standing eager upon the thres-
hold OF life. 9r--Sat1 x >
Some few faces Heryey recognized
E.as he took his favorite stand by the
rails along 1.-THE Row, land it was
while leaning over these one day that
his fate came to him. a lady rode
past, and rs she passed she turned.
Her fuH face was' towards him for
a moment; then a mist came before
his eyes. q cold tremor paralyzed his
limbs. - -
It was his lost wife. He knew her
1T once. Death made no obstacle,
years no difference, mystery none!
His very being recognized her, and
nature itself stood amazed.
For time all power Of Thought
seemed lost. He held. on to the rail
! with q blind sort of instinct, and kept
his, face ttirifed the way she had gone
with a vague thought that she would
return, And thus he stood, until q
hand touched his shoulder, and a
man, who had doeen standing near him,
said: <
-. You are i'll, sir. Let mo .gst you
q cab - - - -
Herveys started, and made faint
effort to bring his mind back to its
usual power.
''Thank you" he stammered, "I
you will be SO kind, " he began, fum-
bling in his pocket for a card. 81
have had a strange adventure. The
dead has come to life. but T am
wandering. Don't mind me-"
Without any remark, the man who
had offered his assistance took Her
vey's arm, and leading him to the
nearest gate, hailed cab.
"My card said Hervey, getting
hold of his pocket-book, but unable
to open it, with fingers trembling as
his were. The stranger (or Samari-
IAN, for he was one surely,) opened
it, and taking card gave it to the
cabman.
''11l go with you," he said, jump
ing in after Hervey. "I owe you as
much;" and then was silent. Her.
vey, sitting bolt upright, with q
white, set face, and with every nerve
trembling.
''I will come tomorrow and SEQ
how you are, said his companion, MS
they stopped at the door of the lodg-
ing. "Here is my card"
On the card Hervey read, with 4
vague notion of having seen the name
somewhere before:
Colonel Richard Carter"
Next day, Colonel Carter kept his
promise, and called. Hervey was
better. He had reasoned, and almost
induced himself to believe that the
supposed recognition of the preced-
ing day was the effect of one of those
marvellous lkenesses one sometimes
sees, combined with a nervous and
diseased imagination.
Il have long wished to see you,
Major Hervey," " were the first words
Colonel Carter said, ''and for pur-
pose. You will hardly thank me, for
! have story to tell you-my own
story. You must not think me mad,
before you hear what I have to say.
Providence threw me in your way,
yesterday, and neither you nor can
avoid such Il power. Ny story is
this: Years ago, when 1 was quar-
tered in York, ! managed to make
the acquaintance of girl who was at
a boarding school there. We were
very much in love with each other,
and kept up q correspondence. At
Christmas, she went to spend the
holidays with some friends. I fol-
lowed her down, and met her in the
hunting field. We arranged every
thing there, and, as soon as she got
back to school, she eloped with me.
Hervey had started forward as he
spoke of the hunting field and York
shire; and then, dropping his face
upon his clasped arms, he leaned
upon the table, making no further
sign while the strange story was
being told
1--WE were married Mt a village
church, and went to London. The
mistress of the boarding school traced
us, and insisted upon Beatrice going
back with her, offering her anything
if we would consent to the separation
only for time, in order that she
might not be blamed by my wifc's
father, or bring such scandal and