The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-05-16

Ie1gh could not have been more patient and
affectionate. She was glorious type of
woman, whom it is q shame should only be
thus scantily sketched. Dolores would lie
for hours while Miss Raleigh read to her
lie and watch those two portraits; for one of
Guy hung near that of his betrothed.
She never spoke of him-never asked
question; only once, when she saw that Miss
Raleigh was regarding her, she said, alb
ruptly:
II prayed for both always-rcmembc
that"
What Miss Raleigh suspected or believed,
no human being ever knew, not even her
brother.
She did not answer Dolores words; after
little, she said:
"When you grow strong enough, you and
will go to Cuba. You would like that?'
Dolores looked at her with heavenly
smile; then she shook her head.
No misgivings," returned her friend; t'I
can't allow them, my beautiful passion
flower"
For she often called her that now, since
Dolores had told her she liked it because
her father had given her that name.
''The poor little passion-fow is blight
ed" said Dolores; "she has been too long
away from the sum-"
"But l am sure you get stronger every
day, dear. You shall be so petted! Oh, if
l. liuu huOHu you mOuCuS ago!
Dolores laid her hand on her head rs she
knelt by the couch "Don't ask mo to live,
Emily" she said, and her voice sounded
like that of tired child. stI hope it isn't
wicked. but can't even try to-"
And Miss Raleigh could not speak.
81 want them TO pray in the church., she
went on, ''but only for Gods peace to the
dying. Oh, 1 can't get well-I couldn't
take up life again"
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down from the school, and at her request
one day Miss Raleigh searched out the
casket which contained her various trinllets
| She selected several for such of the school
girls rs she had fancied, and made Miss Ra-
leigh promise to wear the rest; all but one
ornament-she put aside the passion flower
which Guy had admired.
| When she was alone she took it out Of the
casket again and looked at it.
"The thorns are in my heart" she said
''the blossoms nre all about her
She raised her eyes to the portrait of Isa-
bel, which looked smilingly down upon
her
Each way is as God pleases," she added,
as If addressing living person.
She could reach the table as she sat; she
took up pen, wrote few lines on q scrap
of paper and folded it carefully about the
passion flower.
leigh camo into the room, gently as usual,
but the moment Dolores looked in her face
she knew who had arrived.
"Are you able to SEQ visitor?" Miss Rn-
leigh asked.
cit is your brother" Dolores answered;
''let him como in
She spoke so quietly that Miss Raleigh
did not scruple to comply with her request;
indeed she had seemed much stronger all
that day
Guy was outside tho door, and when ho
heard her words he came softly into the
room.
Dolores started from the couch and made
O step forward Miss Raleigh uttered a
warning exclamation. But the warning
changed to a cry of fear; Dolores reeled for
ward. A second time Guy caught her in
his arms, and again her hearts blood dyed
his hands
There was no help possible this time; she
realized it at once, and told them so.
'Let me die here" she whispered; and,
after he had placed her on the couch, Guy
still supported her head on his shoulder.
1t was very brief; almost before Miss Ra.
leigh could reach the door to summon as
sistance, it was all over
"Guy!' she said once, in voice SO sweet
that all his life after it seemed as if an angel
had called. With her last consciousness
her eyes turned on his face-she was
gone!
They found the jeweled flower and the
paper, on which was written:
You may give this to Isabel, Guy
But Guy Raleigh never did bestow the or
nament upon his bride, nor was it ever
mentioned between him and his sister. but
she often wondered, woman like, if he will
ask to have it placed on his breast when he
sleeps for the last time, for she is very GER
tain that the beautiful flower which was like
an omen is carefully hidden among his most
secret treasures
Years have passed since then Guy Ra.
leigh is happy husband and proud father
To- IlNy hut AftaIa lion, L