The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1867-07-10

here walking. Did yon know her,
sir :"
ooh ycs," said Arthur, and with q
heart full of misery he left.
In the city he had many friends,
among whom was Dir. Burton's cousin,
Hon. w. II. Burton. Through him
he had, on this evening of the fetc,
been made acquainted with the doctor.
lie had heard of him oftcn---had heard
his cousin speak of his marriage to a
young and handsome lady, but he never
heard who she was.
Thus we see how he came to be one
of the guests on Mclanthc's birth
night. And as they had not met
(those fond lovers) since they parted
Oh that memorable night, you may
see good reason for agitation on her
part. It is no light thing to cncoun-
ter the eye Of one we love and know
they think us false.
Slowly and hcsitatingly she walked
down to the parlour where so many
were already assembled where her
proud husbands eye had long watch.
ed her coming, and felt vcxcd at her
long tarrying in defiance of the rules
of politcness. Here she gained moro
composurc, as VIC, in some trying crisis,
oft despair Of even retaining our
senses. Though palcr than ever, her
smile was bright, and she was the cen
trc Of admiration.
"Dcar Mclanthc you look pale
what kept you when L was looking for
you so long"
1t was her husband who spoke to
her, but she scarcely answered, or
only replied, "it is nothing" There
was no kind sympathy in her soul,
(gcntlc though it was) for him.
"This is my wife, Mr.. Stanly."
This was the moment she had ncrvcd
herself for, but composurc suddenly
again deserted her. Her brain reel
ed, she raised her eyes to his face, and
oh that look, how sorrowful, how re-
proachful, how alm,-and yet worse
than all other glanccs to bear, was
the the look of old affection, mingled
with those other looks, which seemed
to long to hold her to his hcart rs OF
old, but yet no never could do so
again. Ii was too much; her sight
failed her, and she sank fainting on
the iloor-nono noticed Arthur; all
eyes were on her he passed out, and
was soon in tho retirement Of his room,
where he wcpt like child over tho
bitter disappointment which crushed
his spirit. Mclanthc was borne to her
chamber. She soon recovered from
her swoon, but was i'll all that night,
and for many days and nights after.
The husband whispered "It is too
much excitement we must live moro
quietly" 10 which she fccbly assent
sentcd. Sometimes the fever rackcd
her brain and her mind wandcred.-
1t was ono night when he sat alone
BY her, holding her hand, that he
heard her pronounce the name of
Arthur Stanley, and raving wildly
about the evening they parted, and
their meeting on that fatal night. She
told him (Arthur) how dear he was
to her still, how that James Burton
she had never loved. Oh what words
for husbands cars! Now he knew
why he could never fathom her soul.
She had never once spoken to him as
she addressed Arthur in her rawlings.
No wish of hers was left uncarcd, for,
DIR. Burton mover failed in kindcst
attention to her who was still his wife.
But tho "dcw of affection was gone,
and jcalously and the darker passion
took its place on that once noble
heart
Melanthc recovered, though pale
and wan. Grief was impossible to be
concealed. Her husband strovc no
more to read her heart; he fclt in tho
delicacy of his nature that it was ncv-
CT meant for him to read, and he new
or again strove to unclasp tho lid
which fate had closed to him.
If we can form an idea of it all, VIC
may feel something of the hcaviness
OF two welded hearts which never beat
together. Theirs were such and they
walked their different paths with none
to chco the feelings that play within
their breasts, with rcmorsc and regret
where only light and love should
dwell.
Arthur Stanley married, but it was
not for love, and soon he left his young
bride, a sorrowing, hcart-broken wild
ow. a few months, and his earthly
career closed, and wc trust he found
in that land where right is, that IIelcn
had never been false, that her heart
was not at fault.
CHAPTER ".
1t is no light thing, in this world Of care,
10 sing the dirgc Of The young and fair.
A few months more,--timc has pass