The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-05-01
VOLUME 3.
THE HAUNTED WEn.
"ITc promised to bring me-"
He promised to bring me-"

Chorused the WILL. sweet thrush-voice OF
Margaret Lee, leaning from her cham
Der window among the vines, and look
ing with bird eyes all alert down the
road that wound into blueuess among
the hills.
"What: pretty child2" asked a plea
SAINT voice behind her.
Margie tirncd. blushing brightly.
sQh, he didn't say, Auntio Nell, but
it's something"
And she then blushed brighter than
ever under the kind eyes fixed OH her.
And while the hot, eloquent blood was
prickling the white forehead. and burn
ing the bits of ears: Margie felt her face
taken in her aunt's tender hands. and a
kiss was Imprinted on her mouth.
"God bless you, dear. aud grant you
happiness!'
1t was the first direct reference Mar
gie's aunt had ever made to her evident
attachment, and the girls heart lcapcd
In her bosom, and then subsidized, leaving
her full Of calm gratitude.
"Was ever amybndy as good as Aunt
Nelly" murmurcd she, dropping her
head upon the window sill, as soon as she
was lett aiune. II was little afraid
that she might not be satisfied and then
what would have done ?"
The little fit of musing soon vanished
and she was again leaning among the
vines, singing:
'Hc promised TO bring me,
He promised TO bring me-"
The sun went dnwn over the 'Gowery
heads OF the hills'-the birds rose aud
fell in their long flights across the fields
to their ncsts, the river took the amber
and red of the west upon its FURNISHED
line, and tue frogs began cnlling in the
marshes. Still no horsciian rode out
From among tho hills; Marsie began to
grow weary.
The lights of the west faded, the air
grew sweet with the fragrance. of some
night blnssoniing plant. aud cool with the
heavy fall Of dew. Still nu hoof fall
broke the simmer silence.
Mar5ie grew restless at last, deserted
her chamber, and wcus down to the
porch. Suoi two boys came along driv-
ing COW:
"Jack iash't got hottie yet, has lie,
Tommy y she asked one of them, know
Ing her question Was useless.
"NoJ he'll come past here, you know,
when lie .euincs," said Tommy, thwack-
Ing Bessie's sides as she kept hating
among the roadside clover.
They &ent on. Margie's face was Sc
fiously clouded. 4 breeze rose and
fustlcd among the trees. 1t made ,.cr
teryous aud lonely
"-Aunt Nell," she said, going into the
kitchen, "nothins could have happened
tu Jack ?"
II think not, dsar. Perhaps lie went
through the meadows from the brook"
hoc Huo IL, thCH. ItS nau alTeauy
reached home. y res,ful red flushed
Margies cheek. She stood moment,
smdrting with the disappointment, and
then going up stairs again, tore off the
blue ctliLz liz, ok and white apron, and
wen. to bed to have good crj. Mar
gie's sorrows had been very few; she
had not learned how to bea, them.
When sic awoEe, rather late, Aunt
Nell was ia her room.
"Marsie, dear, they say Jack Lane
hasn't been home all night"
Margic's face showed terror.
"Ycs, Margic, I'm afraid something is
wrong?'
"IIow do you know that he hasn't
como Aunt Nell 2"
"His father sent up this morning to
know if we had seen him. He had
somo money with him, and it was impor-
tant that lie should be back last night to
take uf note. Tho5 are very much
worried--his people. He wouldn t have
staid of Ills own accord"
"And he promised to bring me-" be-
gan Margie, but stopped. The promise
seemed of less Importance now, Somehow.
All kinds of wild thoughts went through
her head as she sprang up and began to
dress. What could have become of
Jack 4! Surely, she thought, combng
out hor clustering hair with her tremb-
ling hands, he had not been murdered