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

pent GOWN closer IN the agony OF
'voiceless grief. Presently Judith NOV!
.ed-a passionate kiss she pressed with
her cold lips UP on my forehead, and
calmly raised my face to, hers" .s.&ES-$
''Look at me Annie, you are not
weaker than ! am, and I have sent for
you to tell me what is best. ] am
afraid I have not been doing exacely
right to be reading these letters"-pass-'
ing her hand YEARLY across her brow,
"bat only wanted o-to-Oh, An
ME, you. know J" =
p Yes, knew. Were not her thoughts
as my thoughts Had there nos been
one mind and one heart between us for
almost a score of years2 / knew she.
had unbound those letters to drink ore
more draught from that sweet spring of.
love which had. so long been her daily
sustenance--that she, had pressed that
soft curl oncs more to her lips, of which
every silken, strand was as dear as a
drop Of life bio od---that she had opened
that miniature TO gaze for the last time
upon face sheshad no longer any right
to call hers. I knew all this, aud Ju.
dith saw it when / raised my eyes to
hers. .'''
''God bless you, Annie p she mur.
INJURED: 'yoa have never deceived me.
Let me tell you ali about it,"
mo no." whispered, "not tonight,
Judithp--but she hushed me with a
strange, quiet smile and went on; II
might have known it; 1t has. been com.
ing for months Annie, His letters were
not SO long as they used TO be, and yet
they were SO kind and full Of tenderness.
In one--it was the last: here it is Tho
called me "Pcttte .Migaon." She smil-
ed again, but it was sadder than tears.
"This was in January I never had an,
other. Day after dayI used to sit here
and watch for little Tom as he came
across the fields from the office. When
he had IA letter he would wave it at me
as he reached the stile; but all these
three long months he came home slowly,
cracking his whip, and whistling "The
Blue Bells, Of Scotland" You know
that was Johns favorite, Annie--and
last night ! dreamt I heard him hum.
ming it. Yes, he would come slowly,
as if he felt what new disappointment
he was bringing; and just as ne reached
the gate he would say, "Sister, there
is no letter to-day but I haow there will
be one Tomorrow "--and poor little Tom
would creep away to his rabbit pen
and cry, Annie-Annie,l ami born to,
make every body miserable ?" She put
her arms round my neck, and leaned
her 10y cheek to'mine. I dared not
speak, Na'" '.'f'.'.@ ~
ut was this evening, I sat here by
my window, as usual, waiting for him, l
yet knowing no letter would come.- --
As he crossed che stile he waved his
hand, and my heart beat thick. It was
only a newspaper--the same one that
mother sent you; it contained his mar
riage. Johns marriage, Anniel"S n
/ Thought she would pause here !
but she only gazed a few Minutes atths,
miniature lying open beside her, and
went on with unaltered calmness t'tI
,wonder If this Eleanor Randolph loved
him as ] did. 1 wonder if she is good
and noble-ifs che Is beautiful John
admired beauty so much, and I had
none, you know. Ne said once, / was
lovlier to him than any other woman
ever was but Ram old and ugly, worn
withigrief and Watching so it was best
John married this Eleatior, only daugh.,
ter Of Henry Randolph. rof Randolph
Hall, Halifax ilsaids ~ She is an heiressl
and a belle,I ! suppose; tali ard elegant
and proud Of her noblej name and sden
scent. DO you wonder that he, forgot
me, Annle2 1t was quite naturalfora
him to loteg beauty and grace. And
she---I know. she was NOS 10th 10 be
won; Johns was Yesytsbandsoms and
stately Liremember how he looked
that last evening when wa1rode out
together, just before he wepsaway.. We
went down through the meadow across
the bridge, and just as we reached LIE. (
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