Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1868-07-08
sir, was Mrs. Tresley easy in'her mind
when she left your house g.
Maurice WINGED little. ~


me as / dealt with the lonely orphan. Oh,
my lost wife art thou safe in Heaven,
or wandering homeless on the face of the
cruel earth 49,
When the child Amabel had left her
husbands roof, she had directed her foot
steps to the high road that led tothe
steamboat landing, but she was just too
late the boat had gone.
"Where shall | go to now 2" she asked
herself, trying in vain to command her
whirling thoughts Perhaps | can walk
TO Burghford, and then take the tain to
New lork. y
"Poor Amablells She soon realized
the wide difference there was between
driving over the road with her pet gray
ponies and splodding its weary length on
foot. 1t was growing darli-her head
ached violently, and finally she paused
abruptly.
bless your dear heart, Mrs. Eresley,
what are YOU doing here ?''
An old woman, with bundle of sticks
on her arm, suddenly accosted her.
{" | think have lost my way. Mrs.
Jessup," said the bewildered little crea-
ture. {" Would you let me come in and
rest for awhile %
=" And welcome, pretty" said the old
woman, cordially; for Mrs. Tresley had
done her many . kind deed. THAT is,
if you don't mind little up side down
ishness, for. .Luke's folks are packed up
to start for Australia tomorrow. and |
was just getting together u little wood TO
boil the last tea kettle. 7" go
Amabel sas down before the fire, me-
chanically warming her hards.t
s" Am near Burghford, Mrs. Jessup?'
-s" Burghford, pretty! No, that you
amt. Chelmburgh is nearer by good
halt mile A -
Yes, | know. Docs the train stop
there % ~
-" Yes, honey. Here, now-drink this
cupo O. tea, and eat bit o bread, just to
put color into your cheek" :"
"Mrs. .cssup," said Amabel, looking
tup with wild. wistful eyes, "what do peo-
pie do when they want 10 earn their own
living 2"
"Well, to he sure CALCULATED the old
CONAN. /" Why, honey, they go out TO
service sometimes"
g And what else 2"
well, they work in factory some
times, and sometimes the ook-earned
ones teach. school and sometimes they
take in sewing"
!" Do you know. what time the train
stops ut Chclmburgl, Mrs. ,lessup?'
+ "Somc time after six, dear; but
Thank you, Mrs. Jessup; ! must go
now"
Wait till Luke comes back, honey
coaxcd the old woman, sand he'll go
with you"
: Amabel Tresley shook her head reso-
: c C No, I,must go alone. You have been
very kind to me, Mrs Jessup; | have no
money to give you, not even ring, but
this handkerchiefis very valuable please
Keep it for my sake!"
And before Goody Jessup could open
her mouth to demonstrate, Mrs. Tresley
was gone, leaving the India handkerchief
lying like snowy coowed on the old
woman's horny palm,
And so, months aferward, when news
came that the stately Australian ship was
wrecked off a cruel coast, and not pas
senge: saved alive, the cobweb handkcr-
chief floating to the shore, formed
ghastly link between the dead and the
living:
Detective Barnum brought it TO Mau-
rice Tresley one night, silent and self
possessed as ever.
"From the wreck of Cytherea, sir !"
Maurice stared at the delicate. embroide-
ry, with Amabel Iresley's name in the
wrought shield as if he mad seen q ghost.
'The Cytherca! Good Heaven! and
there was not soul saved?"
'No, SIR"
From that night Maurice wore Grape
on his hat, and genuine mourning in his
heart, for the child-wiie whom he had
lost.
s.
Ten years have passed by ere we again
take up the thread OF our story.
TheSyoung NEON was just, beginning
to glimmer through the purple blue sky
of the mid summer twilight, as Maurice
Tresiey and Sidney MILFORD paced up
and down the marble-payed terrace.
$50 you like Mrs. Cameron 3" said
the latter.
';She is the most beautiful woman
ever looked upon!" returned 1'resley,
stopping short in his enthusiasm. "Wil-
ford, you know the sad history of my
first marriage; the second, trust, will
bring the happiness so long sighed after
in yain.' '-s'' And you are determined to
marry your aint's nursery governess g
s.. Ii. she will trust the precious jewel
of her life to my care
-" Why, Tresley, l. think the brown
eyed widow has fairly bewitched you.
You, the passionless statue of ice-you,
finally, to succumb to the pale face and
solemn eyes of a nursery governess !''e
81 tell you, Wilford," said Tresley, in
low, vehement accents, "that woman has
stolen my heart away-my whole being
and if she rejects my suit, life's sun,
shine will be gone for ever, as far as
ana concerned"
he turned away and went into the
shouse, leaving Sidney MILFORD to marvel
at his leisure. ~ So