The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-08-27
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may De more In my beseeching than
IN tnine-you may again be happy;
plead for me, lady. plead for mel5 -
woman, / will do all for yous i
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"Then, lady, will bless yon. p,ii ''s
"You' will not leave isyonr child
with me-" ..c !. = - -
"she is ali that calls me mother.
Think OF what you refuse
ssThink, lady, of my lonely wan
derlngs without her I love. How
sad all things will be to me, wanting
her l have so long cherished-whaS
q blank life will then be to mel"
but you can remain near her:
You shall want for nothing"
Lady, the wild world is nv home.
aad the shelter of house suits me
not; we have our habits, as you have
yours; and we cannot break from
them, and assume others, more than
you can reconcile yourself to ours
it cannot be. Come, Naomi, let us
to our tents, for Jabeth awaits us.
Lady, we shall soon meet again, and
the time may come that I shall speak
to thee more of what you would wish
to hear..I shall not forget you meant
me kindly"
Naomi and her mother turned
away, and slowly took the road to-
wards their encampment, Thamar
resuming her former silence, which
was not broken till they arrived at
the tents.
Thamar had caused much wonder
to her daughter, by pleading to
Bradley for her son; it was the first
time Naomi had ever heard there had
been another of her race who called
Thamar mother, and she now found
some clue, though an imperfect one,
to the bitter hatred borne towards
the name of Bradley; but, whilst she
could, in some degree, perceive the
reason of her mothers feelings, there
was much she could not understand.
nor could she imagine why she had
thus been kept in ignorance of cir.
cumstances 50 nearly relating to her
self.
The cause Of Thamar's bitter
hatred has been partly explained, but
it will be better understood by a
brief sketch of the object of her
hostility.
Mr.. Bradley WAS gentleman of
great wealth, Lying near Ashburn.
in Derbyshire. and the mansion in
which he resided had passed from
father to son for many generations;
they were looked upon as one of the
oldest families in the County, in ad-
dltion to their possessing considera-
bic influence from the immense
landed property which they had been
constantly increasing. The present
possessor of the family property had
married early in life, adding to his
vast wealth by SO doing. He had
the character of being somewhat
proud and stern, arising, perhaps.
from the early indulgence of one
born to share SO largely in the world
favors, but this was not apparent
save to those who knew him but
little, since it soon wore off by init
macy. He was dovotedly attached
to his wife, who returned his affec-
ton to the utmost, and life seemed
to promise all that happiness could
bestow.
Mr.. Bradley had hoped that his
eldest child should prove n son, but
it was willed otherwise, it was girl;
though this was some disappointment
to his hopes, he loved it with ali the
affection father could feel for his
first and only child, and watched it
with the Same anxious solicitude as
its mother; it was sure passport to
his good graces for any one to remark
how like the child was to him, for in
truth it did give early tokens of
future resemblance. At times he
might regret for a moment that it
had not been boy, but this soon
passed away, and he forgot in the
infant playfulness of his pretty Jane
that he had ever had wished it other
than it was. When the child was
about two years old, it chanced that
some gypsies had fixed their encamp-
ment in Dove Dale, not far from the
residence of Mr.. Bradley; for time
they were harmless enough, and al-
lowed to remain in peace, but this
soon wore away, and the farmers
began to complain loudly Of the loss
of poultry and other trifes about the
farm yards, which were believed to
find their way into the iron kettles of
the wanderers, and whose absence,
therefore, was considered as very
desirable. The gentry, too, began
to find fault, in concert with their
tenants, us they missed sundry arti.
cleS in the shane of Olate ond tb;nos