The Sweetwater enterprise. (Sweetwater, Tenn.) 1869-187?, 1871-01-19

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the roof outside Of the WindoW one 1ieht
in midumner.s ~"SOgFaceful rs his bar
ing 50 handsome his person. Yvp have
no idea how much %nanIier be is than the
nien we have known, Faith.hD'lN'
= The m~Oonbeuns fell full upon my face.
She must have seen the expression it wore,
for she said quickly, al do not mean more
manly than fathers, there is no better
han him you know" | had not thought
of father then. Paul Clifprd and bis re-
iation TO my DAZZLING troubled me.
"llave you seen much Of hint" | ask
40, yes" she said, leaning her face up
on her hand, and looking up to the stars
as il reading her destiny there. ale is a
fine singer, aud Mr.. Ormohdl has allowed
as to practice duets together. o, yes, |
have seen a good deal Of him |" The lat
ter part ofthe sentence she uttered In a
low tone, as il to hsrself. .Ppilh," she
said, after a few moments silence, che j,
coming to see you ADD father"
sHe win not end much Of interest
here" I said, more as . Question than
an afi rmatiou. BB.Hat ahA#E
"No" she answered vacenaly: then stop.
ped in from the window and sat down up.
on the stool at my feet
"Faith" she said and taking my hand
and laying il on her unbound hair, "could
you boar to have me love any one as vel
as 1 love you Snd fatherl"
go, Margie!" | cried out, "you do not
love this Paul Clifford, this adventurer
You are only a girl, scarce eighteen; you
do not know your own mind."
Lifting herself to her feet and throw
ing back her heavy hair, she said: 81
have a woman's heart, Faith, and | love
Paul Clifford. l have promised to
leave all for him if need be.n or
40, Margie" I could say no more the
blow had fallen so SUDDENLY.
Yes" she continued, 81 have promised
to leave all for love of him; but hat will
never DO. You will see him, and will
not wouderBI:love him. Long ago | told
you | had found my hero. Why were you
not prepared"
saw Paul Clifford and I wondered
Margie loved him. He was handsome, and
his brow and eye revealed intellect, but
the expression of his mouth, the cold smile
ever playing upon his lips, the inde6na,
Bile something in his manners, impressed
me strongly against him. A man who
would never be a martyr in any cause,
one who would always tenderly care fol
himself, would have been my mental con,
e~lusion, if | had met him as a stranger.
Now, | thought, he is one that can never
make Margie truly happy. l can never
forget the jets Of light thai, arrow like
leaped from his eyes when, with that icy
smile upon his lips, be said, when present.
ed to me, $50 this is the immaculate sis
ter Faith" ayes this is Faith, my darl,
ing sister," said Marg,e stepping from his
side to mine. o, Margie, how often have
I thought Of that movement Of yours
Was it propheticl
Father did not see Paul Clifford with
my eyes. He saw only the accomplished
man, aud was pleased. It would DO use
less to tell how I plead with my sister
urged, her to wait, to test her lover. Il
awaited nothing, and had I known she wa
going to certain death, could not have
prevented it. For once father thought
me foolish, selfish it might be. I do moi
know but he thought | envied Margie! die
not care what he thought, if l only coulc
save her.
Gle is rich Faith, and can give our dar
ling the house she has longed for" fathe
said.
They were married in the autumn
Every one congratulated me on the beau
ty of the bride, and all shided me Tor m,
tears as the cdftiage drove off, and tht
tiny handkerchief 1uttered in the breeze
They were to spend the winter in one o
the large cities. "My darling must .hav'
a sight at the world and its wonders
Paul Clifford said.
Margie wrote often for the first year, of
ten for those days. We could have a mai
only once during the week. How VI
waited for those letters, and how eagerl,
we retd them. | hold in my hand nov
the letter she wrote the FIRST anniversar,
Of her marriage. 1t is yellow and crack
ed with age. ~ have good news" sh'
wrote. "a week ago tonight there wa
born to us a little son. Give thanks 70,
him, Faith, and ak that he may live to b.
a good man.. l think he looks like you
although he has my eyes; he gestures lik,
father, and altogether Is a promising littl,
man. How much | lovo him, how muel
l hope for him."
Afterwards came letters telling al
about the little treasure. al had HOPED
to name him after you, father, but baby
papa claimed better right, SO he calls hin
Paul. She told US that he had Learned
to lisp grandpa and Aunt Faith, and theI
the letters ceased. ga
We wrote to prominent persons in thu
city where they had lived, after all othe,
means of inquiry had failed We re
ceived the answer that there had been
Clifford, alias Harvey, a forger, in the ci
ty, staying in some obscure place, but get
ting word of officers on his track, had fed
Father went to the city, and came bacl
looking ten years older. He never tolt
me whether he learned anything of Pau
Clifford, but he could fluid no trace Q
Margie,
ItIwas eight years after Margis was mar
risd, ivo since We had heard . word from
her, when, n pleasant day in the haz,
autumn time, father and l were busiytak
ing down the rose bush which grew owe
the, piaza--the rose that FIRST shook It
perfume on the air the June Marge wa
born-whensthe garken gate opened.
thought the neighboring children hao
come of an errand and did not look up.
"Are you Aunt Faith 7" musical voic'
asked. dropped the bush and ran. t,
father, who had fallen forward with th