The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1871-11-11

With considerable embarrassment he
would sometimes listen to her declara-
tions, till at length they became ex.
cessively annoying, and he concluded
that his best plan was to evade her 10.
ciety if possible. This he did efectual.
ly accomplish by removing to another
place, some distance from the one in
which our heroine resided.
AS soon as she asccrtained of his de-
parture, her mind did really become
affected. At about this period of time,
old Mr. Oswald died, aud left his Wild
owed daughter to herself. This eveut,
added to that caused by the absence of
the man about whom she became crazed,
increased her mental disorders and we
find her last living the lonely and isolat-
ed life of one whose love was unre-
Quilted.
The man of her first choice dead, and
the other almost ashamed to have it said
that she loved him.
After her fathers death she became so
eccentric in her manners as to ALLEVIATE
her former associates. The only con-
versation that she would hold with any
one.was about DIR. Morgan. She lived
in n house to herself and after what
little money her father left was cxpend-
ed, in the purchase Of articles suggested
by her diseased Imagination, she Gro.
cheted, and made all kinds of needle
work for sale. Thus the once sweet and
beautiful Ella Oswald was brought, by
circumstances, and the griels of heart
too ardent In its affections, from posi-
tiun of case and comfort to one of poY.
crty and want.
But even today she win tell those
who pay her visits out of curiosity that
the doctor is ..cnming next weoh, and
that she will soon be married"
For fifteen years she has lived under
this dclusiou, and those who know her
say that she has had wedding dress
which she made nearly thirteen years
ago, and in which she ''inteuded to marry
DR.. Morgan"
Weekly she writes and sends letters
to the pot Office, addressed to ''thc doc
tor" The young meu Of the town up-
dcrstand her, and to humor her notions,
forward her bouquets in return
Not long since a number of ladies,
who were on visit to the town in which
this now uncarcd for woman lives, call
ed on her mt her house.
She met them at the door, and with
a kind of wild and unintelligiblc smile
said, on discovering who it was that
knocked for admittance, ooh, | thought
it was the doctor" and letting her head
fall for few moments, said, "but come
in."
The visitors stated that they had
called to purchase some of her needle
and wax work. ooh, yes" said she, and
she soon had spread out before the as.
tonishcd ladies variety of beautiful
pieces of work. In the collection there
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of the visiting ladies inquired the price
Of it. "Oh," said she, "lhat I made for
the doctor, and can't sell il. He's com
ing to-moFrow, you know" And then
with kind of dreamy air of abstraction
she resumed, "Yes he is coming, for he
sent me a bouquet yesterday. [ will show
you my wedding dress, so you viii know
that | am prepared" !"
Here she Withdrew from the room
momeut, and when she returned, she
held in her hand dress that had been
made so long that it was evidently rot
ten, as we'll as badly moth eaten. She
explained how much it cost her, and