The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-05-01
VOLUME 3.
THE HAUNTED We'll.
"Ho promised 10 bring inc. I"
He protGiscd 10 bring me.n

Ch0rused the Will. sweet thruSh-voice OF
Margaret Lee. leaning from her cham
ber window among the vines, and look
ing with bird eyes all alert down the
road that wound into blueness among
the hills.
"What. pretty child?" asked plea
SAINT voice behind her.
Margic tirhcd. blushiug brightly.
"Qh, he didn't say, Auntio Nell, but
it's something"
And she then blushed brighter than
ever under the kind eyes fixed on her.
And while the hot, eloquent blood was
prickling the white forehead, and burn
ing the bits of ears. Margie felt her faue
taken in her aunt's tender hands, and
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 anybody as good as Aunt
Nell" 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 I; and then
what would have done 2"
The little fit of musing soon vanished,
and she was again leaning among the
vines, singing:
"Hc promised 10 bring me,
lie promised to bring me-"
The sun went down over the ''lowery
heads of the hills"-the birds rose mud
fell in their long flights across the fields
to their nests, the river took the amber
aud red of the west upon its FURNISHED
line, and the frogs began calling in the
marshes. Still no horsciiian rode out
From among tho hills; 6largis began to
grow weary.
The lights of the west faded, the air
grew sweet with the fragrance, of some
hight blossoming plant. aud cool with the
heavy fall of dew. Still no huof fall
broke the simmer silence.
Margie grew restless at last, deserted
her chamber, and went down to the
porch. sooh t%o boys CAME along driv-
ing COW:
"Jack hasn't got hoihc yet, has lie,
Tommy y she asked one of them, know
Ing her question was useless.
"No, he'll come past here, you know,
when he uuincs," said Tommy, thwack-
Ing Bessie's sides as she kept hating
among the roadside clover.
They weiit on. Margie's face was Sc
fiously clouded. a breeze rose and
fustlcd among the trees. 1t made lcr
nervous and lonely.
"-Aunt Nell" she said, going into the
kitchen, snothins could have happened
tu Jack 7"
Il think not, dsar. Perhaps he went
through the meadows from the brook"
That was it, then. He had already
reached home. y restful red flushed
Margic's check. She stood moment,
smdrting with the disappointment, and
then goiig up stairs again, tore off the
blue c,li..z ir,ek and white apron, and
wen, to bed to have good crJ, Mar
gie's sorrows hud been very few; she
had not learned how to ben. them.
When ssc awoke, rather late, Auni
Nell was ia her room.
"Marsie, dear, they say Jack Lane
hasn't been homo all night"
Margic's face showed terror.
"Yes, NIargic, 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
some money with him, and it was impor-
tant that lie should be back last night to
take up a note. They are very much
worried--his people. He wouldn't have
sta!d Of lis 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
JackY Surely, she thought, combing
out her clustering hair with her tremb-
linz h.uds he had mt hnnn ,,n-l.al