The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1871-03-29

| eyes like a worry denionoss,l THAT seem
scorchiug iiy heart out Of my body.
Then, when rwaken, | am so exhaust.
cd that the fright follows INC half the
day., a.I, 1oG aa.lesr slH
Tier. .wistfpl blue eyes wero lifted
to his face, but che had noticed tho
palor that shifted aoross the proud,
handsome. features las she men-
TONED the Stall, dark; magnifeeu:
w0ntan.'I 5u ton .lnn-tr@Dp..' 81
lie laughed, and smoothed her
light ,curls away from her fore-
head. ,,gi.lagA grlN tij ecli.} aIUs.a
tlf could bat forget the sensation
the vision oauses." s3f" tea hi3sv
"Perbaps you don't, love me-,
Marian, - he said gravely..
ooh, .WmGeld, you know / do /;
please don't sayvso, you hurt, me-,
Flo i1Msscd) her s'sweet,l quvering
mouth, just os G,acie returned, to
assist Muriun to remove her bridal
robes. '''1'@ .+A
"We will, excuse Ryou now, Mr..
Grey" she said merrily. "r will
bring Marian down presently, in
more hugable FORM"
He,thrcw the pretty bridesmaid n
kiss, and went whistling down stairs,
happy, and forgetful of the "tall, dark
magnificent woman" '
81 will take off, Gracie," said Mar
rian as his, her betrothcd's steps
sounded further away; "but il l
cnoGo tb, '{r,,+l,'" fr,,, ,,,, l,ort T
should say Z think / will never put
thom on again. . "
Oracle glanced in all unapprecia-
tive curiosity at the bride elect.
"You talk SO, and still are sure you
love Mr.. Grcy?'' -
a glorious light came into hcr blue
eyes. ~ -t-
Glove him, Oracle? You mover
can know how much u e.. ..-..s ...
"Thcn there is no danger that you
will not wear this in old Trinity to-
morrow at midday" returned matter.
of-fact Gracie.
t& 4
1t was new grave, over which tho
flowers Of but seven weeks had bloom.
cd at it's head stood costly tomb.
stone, and wreath of immortelles was
twined about it. ,v. 4H ..
On its snowy white surface were
carved letters that wero unspeakably
precious to fond hearts and the let.
tcrs read thus
"SACRED
TO WINFIELD GREY,
AGED 49,"
On tho high, sweet, scented turf,
knelt, in pitiful abandon, young,
fair-haired girl, whose black robes
swept the spot where her darling lay
at rest. .e
She did not moan or cry, but un-
spoken agony was making her slender
frame quiver with deepest emotion.
A little away, standing defiant and
otormy, was noble, mmanding wo-
man, her sablo garments trailing to
the very. sides Of Winfield Grey's
grave.
Her hard, bright eyes were watch
ing the fragile form that was kissing
the sod passionately. ,all unconscious
Of the presence Of any one, till her
own name, spoken. in clear, musical
tones, startled hor.
"Marian Tnorne -
She sprang to her feet, and gazed at
the intruder. p. |nr.
81 spoke to you, Marian Thorne,
because have right to do 50. You
loved him. but not half so much as I
did there, don't scream for l am
telling the truth. worshipped him.
He hated ne. You loved him he
worshipped yoI. That's all the diff
ference. You we're to be his wife !;
I was 'cost off Oh, those words
will ring in my oars through ctcrni-
ty." arf1,, .t.H ~ #~t'#
Marian sank to tho ground, acovers
ing her face with ber hands, white,
stern and passionles..
Ida Rossitur continued:
"THata day lie dcscrtcd nc, that
day 1 khewra Vengeance would follow
him. knew not what 10 would be,
but when the papers told me he was
dead, had died of heart disease, on
the wedding morn, felt 'twas only
just. fIe had crushed my heart, ard
1 had to live, Just as you will live,
to suffsr till tho end. He bcared not
for. the sacrifice / made to win him,
and now, lying cold and Sill under
the summer daisies, he knows not The
fearfulisacrifice you have beom com.
PEELED! to ohdaro in giving hfm Up. ot
With reverential tenderness, she
bent over Winfield Grey's grave, apd
I,kissed tho @eepmg, widowed Bride ;
then departed as she came, silently,
Imystoriously ,Eleaving alone, lin the
early twilight, the stficken girl to
bear alone e.lhsasraIRnar hasra IRnarde}Vef +
! ..Alt 4 .assirksaiss,s ',o <d..o" ..,., ! !,
There we're only nineteen Rspubli.
can Senators tsho' aodged Tho vote oh