The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1871-10-25
Tho Way Of tho World.

come to you, and revealed all this
hopeless love, knowing your good,
heart, aud ready 81 mpathy. Already
does my pain seem losscned, and nv
burdens lightened, and you, when
ono day another comes to interest
your heart. more deserving than
your adopted brother, will co1iide in
me, that by my sorrow and my OK
perience | may guide you. Promise
me, dear sister, that you will have no
secret grief for me, will you?' And
Robert Mason looked tcndcrly on Amy
as sho stood on the river bank beside
him. In her rustic garden hat anLi.ht
evening dress, with tho rich brown
hair clustering about her fair temples,
and her trutl full eyes raised to his,
she made. a true picture indeed.
'A:country scene it was, with broad,
green n cadows and peaceful valleys, a
giant range of mountains and a Aow-
ing river, with the light from tho dy-
ing sun trembling upon its bosom.
Those two were adopted brother ard
sister, and had travelled thus far in
life together, sharing each others joys
and griefs until sorrow had com
to ono the existence of which the other
must never know.
You will not have secret gri, f
from me Amy, will you And when
L so back to the dull unting.hou:
in the city, and my thoughts shall
turn nightly to you, l can picture to
myself fair little girl with heart as
,lig ght as air, and eyes in whose depths
shade OF sadness never sits. Cheer
UP, and don't lot tho thoughts of my
misfortune gricvo you. Promise Amy
to tell me all the future may bring
you either portion Of gladness or Of
sorrow, and when the time comes that
your heart shall 20 forth to meet its
destiny let me know oft. [ have the
right to claim this from you. Will
you promise 2
Amy looked out upon the flowing
river and saw the sunset fading away
fromits bosom; then beyond the purple
mountain top, where tiny star had
flashed into being. Her eyes fell
again to the river, where handful Of
wild flowers, which she had gathered
on tho way, and thrown idly into the
stream, were floating far down to the
ocean, and so, she thought, is my life,
like the river, ever swccping onward
to tho eternal sea, and bearing the
roses flovc on it's bosom, ne enjoy.
ing their perfume, going relentlcssly on
to its course, never coming back. but
ever going forward. The flowers
drlftcd out of sig ht, and Amy gave
her answer with trembling lirs ::
'Perhaps,' she said, mine may be diff
fercnt from woman's usual lot; may
never love-
No. replied Rubcrt, tenderly
stroking her hair, 'if do not mist AXE,
yours is II nature that could not exist
without bestowing itswoalth of love on
SINE worthy object. Believe me, YOU
viii love but God help you from
Knowing the bitter pang Of loving aud
not meeting with return
On if he only knew how she loved
him ! ho only knew the deep pain
ne was causing her faithful heart.
Bat woman must bury her love from
sight, and with her own hands press
the sod deep into the grave.
Yes,' repeated Amy, God keep n II
from that bitter, bitter pang but, if
it is my fate, will submit calmly.
No man suffers for having n woman
to love him ;and what is his happiness
Will como to cast it's reflection upon
MO p; what his sorrow viii be mine
also even to love him would be more
agreat deal more, than deseryc.'
He noted the shrill in her voice, the
wonderous light in her eyes and the
trembling hands that we're clasped
OBVIOUSLY together, any yet never
guessed tho truth.
Once again Amy looked out upon
tho flowing river, but tho light had
gone from it's breast, and in darkness
and silence itpasscd on Then her
glance went upward where the stars
were shining In regal state and again
she thonght is my life like the river
VIII, the suns hine has fed from its
boss m, hiding all in darkness and
s'Ic"cc, even tho roses that have drift
cd far away. j."
Silent and thoughtful tho two
turned their steps homcward, and
that night bcf"rs separating, said
farewell, for early tho next morning
Robert was to sctnrn to the city.
Two or three evenings after found
Amy on the same spot, by the river,
when tho sun was bidding 1t farewell.
She was walking sadly along when
her foot struck against mething
na,d, and, STOPPING down to pick it
UP, she found thatit was little gold
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