The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-09-25
sadly. Cayondish threw MP his home ,ln,s

sadly. Cayendish threw mp his home me
lappointment, having 10 much better
lone offered him abroad, aud his last
iS'N7ss:llils walk Nth Nan h5ffore sttaTtiug was
ithrouah fields that lay white meath a
harvest moon. Poor Cayendish,
through all the changes of his after
life, that welk stood out clearly be-
fore him. A flood OF light illuminat-
ing the hills, and the very pretty
lines of Mans olinging figure, show
! ing, too, her face, with real traces OF
grief. end glistening on the wet
fringes of her eyes. Dearly as ne
loved her, she had never appeared to
him so sweet as now in her sorrow.
"Nan, my good darling Nan" And
poor little Nan put her cold hands
before her face, and sobbed rs If her
very heart was breaking. Breakingl
Ewes heart had not broken when
young Ashley had died, and Eve was
true woman, with a true loyal heart,
/ that had never once swerved in It's
allegiance, and knew not the mean
ing of turning. Breaking! Mans
heart would never break. It was
composed of too slight materials, was
too elastic, had too much spring;
possessed. in short, too much pliable
power. But for all that, her grief
wa:s real, and her tears very bitter,
and the wound they flowed from very
painful.
And Cavendish went off, being
bound for foreign shores, and all the
passage out, his thoughts flew quick
er than the sea-gulls back to Eng
land. Back to England? Back to o
country, back to O village, back to
dear old familiar spot where Nan
lived. He would sit up high on the
ship, lying his length on the paddle
box, a cigar between his lips, and his
eyes on the silvery reflection Of the
moonbeams playing on the waves.
But who shall say what he thought
of, or the images that rose up before
him. All I know is, the belle of the
ship. having taken fancy to his sun
burnt appearance, and got herself up
to the utmost of her power, and
flashed fire ut him from out of very
dark eyes, decided at last it all was
useless. since the good-looking swell
smoked steadily, and would not look
down from the post he had chosen,
or even relax the muscles of his face.
| What wonder? There were other
eyes shining before him. Quieter
eyes as last he had seen them, and
the tones of q voice sweeter far than
the bellies, were ringing in his ears.
The whole of the little picture he did
not dare conjure up. The clinging
hands, the quivering lips, the piteous
little face raised towards him.
Through the long summer nights,
when the ship was asleep, the spirit
of his dreams kept him company.
And in England, there was Nan
crying her eyes out. for once totally
disregarding her personal appear
ance. Eve was distressed beyond
measure at this half-and-half sort of
engagement. 1t was wearing the
girl out, who was querulous now
when she spoke, and by no means
easy to please. Poor Eve ransacked
her brain wherewith to charm Nan.
She brought her all the cleverest
books of the day, books that would
once have delighted Nan, but now
she only just looked at them, and
tossed them unread on the floor.
Presently, however, there came help
to Eve. "Please, mum, Mr.. Pop
hams regards, and the flowers, he
says, are for Miss Man." A large
fragrant bouquet of white flowers
camelias, jessamine, stephanotes,
white roses. A faint tinge of color
in Mans pale cheeks. The bouquets
came daily, but, after a while, as was
per perhaps rnaps nat natural, the the -. message
Miss Nan felt well enough, Mr.. Pop
ham would like to come in" Mr..
Popham was by no means bad
specimen of Mans numerous ad-
mirers. An athletic young man, and
very well made. He owed good
deal to nature, but his tailor put the
finishing touches. Fresh, giving
you the idea of man that was fond
of his tub; and his laugh spoke we'll
for his digestion.
"How ill she looks, Mrs. Ashley.
l never saw any one so much changed.
Not bit more color than her flow
ers."
II don't care about white flowers, {"
said Nan, petulantly.
| ooh Mani Don't mind Lor Ut.