The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-03-03

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him Mortimer. | am wN II
efpve mt 10 thc hraH to m VI. hut
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lision llc ia evidently ycfy much
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Ing to SEQ me Ncrlhcr myself 10 Col.
Sanford, provided hc could feel tlai
he did not force me 20 do 50. lle Il
kind In expressing his preferences,
but hc " not Ike himself moi what
he was one year ago. In confidence,
Mortimer, ! am fearful that Gliher
intends to merry, himself, and who
do you suppose the fortunate lady iss
No greater peronagc than Miss
Rachel Sanford, that ugly, sour old
maid sister Of the ColoncPs. What
they ever give her thc soft, sweet
name Of Rachel for, | conId never
understand, for she must have been
ugly and cross even in childhood. |
am so sorry for father"
They spoke long and earnestly to-
gethcr. Mortimer found that any
attempt TO persuade her to alter her
purpose would only prove futile.
She was earnest and emphatic in her
language. She had made up her
mind to suffer all that might come.
"T'he opposition Of all mcn could
never change the course Of her love.
II might not run smooth--it was al-
ready ruillcd BY the action Of Mr..
Claiming, and the decisions Of her
father. But what Of that? Nothing.
She could and would wait till Morti-
mcr reached the years Of manhood.
She had no fears. Her trust, faith,
and love, and her belief in a special
and experimenting Providence re-
maincd mistaken. She would treas
urc up the sacred fountain of love
for Mortimer
Such Is woman. To the last mo.
mcnt will she cherish her love, pure
as an emenation from the Deity
When all is bright, and she can re.
pose in the light Of confidence ant
truth, her love sheds halo rount
her existence. In the days of dark,
ness, sorrow, and dcscrtion, momor,
guided by its resistlcss power, lik'
the gnomon Of the dial, marks bu
those hours which were sunny ant
serene.
Plighting ancw.their love, firm il
their trust Of each other, the lover
separated for the timc-Mortime
promising to call on the morning o
his departure, for final adicu.
II we only knew how, as som,
authors do, We would now branch Of
in a tirode Of abuse on all the cruc
fathers and mothers who ever lived
cruel in separating those who fondl,
love each other, but as We are writing
a true story in our bungling style
we do not wish TO cxtenuatc "nor Sc
down aught in malice" but simpl,
to record tho events mentioned, a
they actually occurred, for reader
we are writing the truth.
CONCLUDED NEXT wEEK.