The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1868-06-20
SELECTED STORY.
FIRST AND SECOND LOVE.
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BIZ j, WILLIAM VAN NAMEE.

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I was worry happy when Herbert Glare told
me that he loved me, and asked mo to become
his wiie-very happy as 1 dreamed of the
future before US; for loved him, and thought
that nothing but death could change either of
Ns. lie Was SO handsome, so graceful, so
talented, so witty, and so unaffected inSshis
manners; and was SO plain, SO retiring, 80
una ttractiye, that I often wondered how he
came to loye II tho fr.st haa..-I had
eyer had, the first, man who lad ever kissed
mo since my father had been laid away to rest
in the grave yard; nnd invested him with
almost heavenly attributes aud worslipel him
us tho heathcns in J. their blindness worship
their idols .s s5.
| wasFliving with my aunt; for was an
orphan and a dependent. My life hal been a
very quiet and uncvcntful one: for NIarston
was ali inland villagc some distance from either
railroad or stage route. l.
Herbert Glare had come nip from the city
to visit his utcic, who lived in the large white
house just opposite tho brick church He had
not been well for many mouths, aud his physi
clan had'rccommendcd country air aud country
living; and thus it was he had como to honor
our quiet little village with his presence.
The first time met him was at the singing
school, He came, with his cousin, Ncttic
Glare She and had always been intimate
friends; and before the evening was over Ter
bert and | were chatting as pleasantly as old
acquaintances. E
From this evening wc were much together.
Eeibrought me books aud flowers, and taught
me me to play on the guitar. My mother had
left me-; and l was very happy-oh so hap
py. Scarcely two months had gone by before
he told mo how much he loved ME, and asked
mo to be his wife. We were sitting on the
porch at the timc-tbe fragrance Of the honey
sucklo floating arorad US: the pale sweet
moon looking down upon Us and my heart
beat Tery fast as laid my hands in his and
promised to be his wife, He folded me to his
bosom, and kissed mc over and over again /;
and that night could not sleep for the thoughts
that kept tripping through my excited brain
When September came he left me. Oh!
never can forget that night we parted.
thought my heart would break. was young
thcn-only sixtecn-and it seemed to me as if
could not let him go. But he promised to
write very often; and, after kissing me half a
dozen times, he gently put me from him, and
sprang into the wagon that was waiting for
him and was driven off. 1 threw myself upon
the sofa and wcpt violently. My aunt was a
kind, considcratc woman, aud left me to N.Y.
self, knowing full well that such violent grief
as manifested must soon cxpcnd itself. And
80 it did. For half an hour, perhaps, lay
there sobbing violently. Then arose and
bathed my swollen eyes in cold water, and went
to my accustomed duties.
| did not miss Herbert as much as I sup
posed would. TO be sure / had the books
and music he left me, with which to while
away my leisure time and Ncttio Glare was
with me much But some way We did speak
of Herbert often. She did not know that VIC
were engaged; no one knew it-not even my
aunt, know not what they suspected, but they
know nothing to a certainty; and I kept my
secret as closely guarded in my own bosom as
ever Q jailor guards his prisoner.
Weeks went by / looked for a letter al