The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-11-27
1 STONY OF THE TINES.

the Silgtit from the pRinted window, fef L
|1iike glory radi@antly @ upon her form 5 J;
lshe kgeltIand prayed: 10 the sapslit aisle
like some swee. saint d. story. There
lin the etahd c,lthadFaI, ID ID tiipe p midst ST
the city's var, while thesworld Was rush
ing On With its dizzy hum, Lucille Ave.
uelshf9sq III A stepped ID stfops tie street and
She felt 50 sad and despairing that
morning She had just been been disap.
pointed in getting an expected situation.
Yes, a. dozen times, had she rad. the
short, cold note from her yrciia tire; d,
whom she1had applied as, The last last
resort. The story she had written had
been refused by the publisher of the
Magazine, the day previous. What was
left, now, tcabe done Z sss:'1 edslt 80
Nothing Nothing but to return to
the haggard looking old homestead, and
suffer, and bear, and hear her faith
er's-poor old man-fruitless and sad re-
pinings.
These were her thoughts, as she was
returning to her uncle's residence in the
city, from the post Office, where she had
Just received that disheartening letter.
Thus, she was thinking, bitterly, as she
passed the Cathedral, and hearing the or
ganlst practising, and seeing the door
open, and persons going in to repeat
their prayers an impulse of religion-of
superstition, perhaps, turned her steps
into the church, and she prayed. Twas
scene of expressive significance, yes,
an historical emblem.
She, the daughter of a naughty house.
the descendant Of knightly men, and of
noble women, after suffering the keen
hun'lRtions of poverty AYE, of hunger
and cold, aud seeing her nged fsther
suffer aud hearing hin, lament sn plain-
lively lis bitter cruel fortune. en-
during this for a weary year, had resolved
to come to the city, and try try some
thing for herself aud for him.
After " eek of trying and failure,
this was the sad, despairing end
Here she knelt in the Cathedral, and
the light played upon her in its beauty,
and tic sursings Of the grand organ vi
brated through the solemn stillucss. anon
trcblng So sweetly on the ear, and then
pro!ouadiS toning through the building,
with its deep grand bass
NletLinks, the organist was another
Tom Pinch, aud tile sorrows, and meek
nesses OF iis own life would express
themselves in his melody, while note
df human sympathy, from Il warm heart,
would repeat itself unbidden, as the bur-
den OF the music, 1t must have been
soj for Lucille Avenel rose from her
knees and felt happier.
How expressive the whole scene
How typical of the Southern land
Brave hearts are resting meath her turf,
manly arms are PROSTATE, pale women
kneel and weep Graves are her shrines !;
her temples ruins, while knelling re-
lrain seems to pour is pecan music from
its forests and its streams, Niobe
Lucille Avenel returned to her sad
dencd home and brought little comfort to
her fat.ier w at
Papa" said Lucille, after telling of
her disappointments, "uncle and every
body sayq, that things will soon be bet
ter. The States will soon be rcconstruc-
ted and restored to their prosperity"
"Ah, daughter" said the old gentle
man, sadly, think of our losses, our
fuius. | have been rich, and thought to
see you happy. Will these things be, re-
stored? Will they reconstruct my for
tune, my spirit, my hopes F.? No, Lu-
cillc," and the old man looked so sad
and his voice quivered as he added
they can never reconstruct me"
Lucille came and laid her beautiful
head upon the old mans breast, and tried
10 cheer him, but he,would repeat, and
retired to his rest tha; aigh., repeating,
they will never reconstruct me-"
Lucille resumed her pinched and hard
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