The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-11-27
lwRITrkN ron THE oRASoEBuRc xEws:l . !.
-iiecos t,sacfl 6Si. !. B es
A .sroaY OF TnE TIMES.

the light from the painted window, fell
like a glory radiansly up upon her form af ;
she kpet aud prayed in the .saa.lit saialei
like some sweet saint OF story. There
in the grand Cathedral, in in che E,ni midst Of
the city's war, while the.world was rush
ing on with its dizzy hum, Lucille Ave.
nei5hlsd stepped in tfroni, tie street and
l4hclt opnryJae . y el.sis y -sskz. 81
She felt so sad and despairing that
morning. She had just Deen disap
pointed in getting an expected situation.
Yes, dozen times, had she read the
short, cold note from her relative, no
whom she-had 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, tosbe done?
Nothing. Nothing but to return to
the haggard looking old homestead, and
suffer- aud bear, and hear her faith
ers-poor old man-fruitless and sad re-
pinines.
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 dishcartening letter
Thus, she was thinking, bitterly, as she
passed the Cathedral, and hearing the Or
ganlst practising, and seeing the door
open, and persons goiug in to repeat
their prayers. an impulse of rcligion-of
superstition, perhaps, turned her steps
into he church, and she prayed Twas
scene of expressive Significance, yes,
AN historical emblem
She, the daughter of naughty house
the descendant Of knightly men, and of
noble women, after suffering the keen
hun'ig'l"ns of poverty-aye, of hunger
ana cold. and seeing her aged father
snifrr aud hearing him lament 81 -p)ain.
I-uciy his hitter cruel fortune-after en-
during this for weary year, had resolved
to come to the city, and try try some
/ 'hi'I- lp' UtTStIi anu DlLl.
After It EEK of trying aud failure.
ths was the sad, desparug end
| liere she kne!t in the t,thedra!. and
the light played upon her in its beauty,
and tie sur2lngs Of the grand organ vi
5rtcd Through the soieu II stiffness. anon
rvhi'Ha - >wcctlN on the ear. and then
pfo!oAadA i"Iin- tIrou.h TIE bu lding,
with It, deep @r,nd bass.
NleIninks, iho organist was another
Tom Pinch, 2Ed the sorrows. and meek
ncSs's OF his "wn life would express
themselves in his melody, while ii note
di human sympathy, from ii warm heart,
wooId repeat itscIi unbiddcn as the bur
den Of the music. 1t must have been
so for Lucille Avenel rose from her
knees and iclt 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
knecl and weep Graves are her shrines
her temples ruins, while a knelling re-
Train seems to pour is pecan music from
Its forests and its streams Niobc
Lucille Avenel returned to her sad
dencd home aud brought little comfort to
her father
Papa said Lucille, after telling of
her disappontmcnts, uncle and every
body says, 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, ''ihi"k of our losses, our
ruins. | 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 {? No, Lu-
ellie" and the old man looked SO sad
and his voice quivercd as he added
they can never reconstruct me
Lucille came and laid her beautiful
head upon the old mans breast, and tried
to cheer him, but he would =; cat, aud
retired to his rest that night, repeating,
they will never reconstruct ne"
Lucille resumed er pinched and hard
life, sewing for her support, and suffered
and hnro nm like - hprninn Ar l,,u,I !,