The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1867-11-30
ORIGINAL STORY.
A Fact, not a Fiction.
DY DAISY DALE.
(Gnclut2e,I)

MIR. Sherman had invested the bulk of his
property in a fund. which. until ri tew duvs
ago he could not touch. Now it Is mis- mud
may be yours. He is noble-heartcd man tells
me hc has loved you from your earliest acquain-
tance; he thinks your affections are not pre-
engaged; (; and becoming your husband, he will
aid your mother and brother Thus may your
aged father fall quietly to rest, if you will but
consent" edward, l love you we'll, and only;
can 1 train myself to, feel for you only sis
ter's interest P"
"Your word is my law my own darling brother,
The strong man writhed in agony; yet, ere
the morning dawned, he framed a brother's re-
ply. How many unwritten tragedies !. are
locked up in memory's cabinet, pride only
yielding up the keys to inexerable DEATH.
''We never heard
or any true affection, but 'twas nipt
With care that like the caterpillar eats
The leaves Of the Springs sw, ctest book; the rose
by previous arrangement, in q few weeks,
[ met my employer in New York, to give
partial account of my stewardship. The bust
ness required an immediate return
Mr.. Sherman happened to be in the city
He gave some particulars of Uncle's DEATH
and offered. a kinsman's sympathy. Said he
hoped to win my approval for speedy mar
riage with "my dear little sister" who had
promised herself with that condition He was
then purchasing an outfit for his homo. l
wished him due happiness, charged him to
prize my treasure; and adding, good b,
hastcned to the Southern depot, to pass my or
deal
I met my aunt and Alice, and our tears were
mingled afresh, over the memories of our fallen
head. My Alice and I, We walked to the
grave, where Rrst i lid spoken Of love: and
there shrouded my idol hope. and p,G;:,ied it
deep in my heart. She, my gentle sister, told
of the death-bcd scene, where our father had
blcst his, Edward, and givcp his Alice away /;
and ere the spirit departed, had thanked God
for His goodness to all.
Light sorrows will unloose the tongue, but
agony is dumb Here was his grave ); he, who
had blest my childhood with fathers care :;
he, who had leaned upon my integrity with all
parents confidence; he it was, who unwiting-
ly barred my soul from true companionship
forever? l pictured his death-bed with it's
sound of stifcd grief; the feeble, futtering
pressure of his hand the fond look of his glaz-
ing eye, resting upon me from tho threshold of
eternity. / bowed over his grave and groaned
out my forgiveness.
Assured and stronger, withheld not my
consent to an early marriage and mindful of
her comfort, even advised it, rather than con
sign her to a partnership with my poverty.
She needed my counsel. left the next morn
ing, for had not yet the courage to endure
that mocsery to ny happincss,-a wedding
but bearing life long hunger in my hear" "
| We had loved one another more than all the
world beside, and now the bond was broken for
| time, if not for eternity.
When Mr.. Sherman next pressed his suit,
she told him of her early preference; his re-
ply was, "But, Alice, time and trusticr arm,
will make you wholly mine; I too have loved
another, but whom first we love, We seldom
'wed,'" She placed her hand in his, and took
the holy vows while no promised tobo a
guide or support, staff, or a rulo. She
thought this the path of duty; and God-rcliant
that merry-hcarted girl mpaled her sghs, Ond
smiled in the hope Of growing happier.
Not congeniality Of disposition, but similari: