The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-06-23

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menis " y tiny pearl ring, "ilo
Rayc me this llo day he leii, iusi one
month aeu to-day. answer me, Con.
Stance imretuously urged The agis
tatod gifl aWlmi ails yeui"
"NoihIng, DEAR slle quietly re-.
Piled "only WIS thinking of other
days Your ring was broken acd.
dentally -carolcssly think. We
will take Il to The Jewellers, aud | am
confident he can soon repair Il but,
Angy, ! am angry At my own fool
.ishncss. ! cannot help w. | am
sipcrstiious, and will tell you
what made me 80"
Angy's dark eyes grew bright as
she drew lootstool 10 her cousins feet
and sat there. This little, gay chat
terbox loved dearly 10 listen TO a
story, and from her beloved, revcrcd
cousin Constance above all.
Angelina Lyle was a merry maiden
Of eighteen. Her father, merchant
In New York, and when, after the
war, he went South, and brought to
their home the orphan daughter Of
his sister, who had lost her all---the
warm heart Of the girl soon attached
itself to her gentle, reserved, and sor-
rowing relative.
"Four years ago, dearest Angy, |
was just your age, and a more joyous
maiden lived not. Plenty was around
us. My father, you know, owned q
large plantation in Alabama; and
there, without one sorrow, my brother
and | dwelt in our parents home.
"Our next-door neighbor was Col.
Carson, and his family, like ours,
numbered but one son and a daughter.
Mary Carson was a lovely girl of
eighteen, and she worshipped my
brother, and they were soon to be
married. But the war trumpet
SOUNDED, and my father and brother
fastened to the battlefield.
"Albert Carson was then in Eu-
rope. He ran the blockade, and one
evening in September he came home.
l was staying with Mary then, and,
Angy, as a woman loves but once, SO
| loved him.
My soul passed from my keeping
to his, and when he left his planta-
ton to join his command-for he
was a captain-I tied his sash on,
handed him his sword, and babe him
a God speed, only regretting l could
not fight by his side. The evening
before he left, we walked to a splen-
did Magnolia tree, that stood just on
the boundary line Of our estates.
There, Angy, we plighted our faith
forever, come veal or woe, come
peace or war.
ave parted there under the
branches Of that grand old tree. The
sky was clear and cloudless; the moon
shone forth in its brightest mood; the
white blossoms looked winter, and
the leaves greener then ever to me
then. Words Of love, that linger
yet, he said. At last we promised to
meet there, should either survive the
other.
"The battle Of Bull Run sent sor-
row to many hearts. Ny only brother
fell, and Mary Carson lost both father
and bctrothed there. She became a
maniac, and in an asylum she now
lives. How stood my trials, ] know
not. | was a young thoughtless girl
before. My father-my noble, good,
doting father-was appointed to the
staff Of General Johnston. lie fell
in the discharge of his duty, and my
mother and | were alone. God only
knows how we existed. Our planta-
ton was robbed, our servants were
gone, and we were desolaie and dcsti-
tute. Our friends were nearly as bad
of as We were. One hope chcered
me-one thought comforted me;
yet had Albert. He was then Q
Colonel, and stationed near Mobile
"Onc night, tired out after a day
Of great anxiety--a battle being thcr
fought--I dreamed was standing
under our Magnolia tree. He wa,
was there. As | approached, b,
gently chided my delay, and handet
me a half blown magnolia. Angy
God tempcrs the wind to the shorI
lamb! Ny hero fell before Rich
mond and still / lived on. Dut,
to my mother sustained me. l wa
the only tic to a once happy hom
leff her. Ny youth Is gone, my hear
Is dcsolate {" aud the young gir
placed her hands upon Angys hea'
as she said, meekly, 'May God spar
J this bright young head"
81 could not live, Constance, an
, suffer as YOU have" said Angy; "bu
: only tell me, did he die that nigh
: you saw, or thought you saw, hir
/ him under the Magnolia trce7"
AT that very time and houi
= Angy,n she solcmnly answered. "An
more, when l awoke l found n
9 Magnolia bud In my hand"
,fl Il should have died. said Ang,
;. starting to her feet and clasping Coz
!. stance to her heart. "My poor cousil
e our loved, precious victim Of this a
e cursed civil war. l don't wond'
e poor Mary Carson Is where she
!. Constance, I am not astonished III
II you shudderiugly say You are supe
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,fI "Perhap<. Argy, I may have wa
J. de-ed 20 The Magnolia tree a
'f plucked the bud: but | was sever
i miles from home then, and / nev
4sik IN nv sieent vet. sznr f..iuo