The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1871-10-25

mornlng; "a rosy, smiling mouth, large
hazel eyes, and long graceful rinrleis
"a beauty j.; but Amy sighed as she
murmured poor Robert,' and a tear
trlckled down on tho lovely nina
ture.
The sound of an approaching foot
step caused her to start and look up,
and slight frown camo over her
fair face as she turned and behcld tho
intruder.
Exouso me, Miss Amy, for inter-
'fnptlhg your revcric, but you are
somewhat s.lfsh in your walks said
tue gentleman, as he joincd her. A
slight parleying of words was for
sometime carried on, when tho con-
yersatlon grew more earnest. Arthur
Lee was noblc specimen Of
manhood tall and finely formed he
seemed born to sway hearts and yet
mere was one he would give his life
TO gam, and it was deuied him. He
pleaded long and earnestly, but Amy
told him of her love for another, and
gently as she could, assured him
that it panied her to hear him talk so
and begged him to leave her. And
again the light faded away from the
rivers breast, and tho darkn ess enyel-
opod tho world with its countless num-
Der of breaking hearts and only God
knew all.
Tho days passed on, and ono bright
summer morning Amy was sent to
visit sick friend who was longing in
tensely to see her. But what o
change No enc would rocognize in
the faded cheek and and listless eye
the blooming face that looked up
from the little gold locket yes, it
was Roberts lore, the idol of his
life; languishing, On a sick bed, dying
perhaps, and yet his strong aff> ction
could avail her nought. Il am so
glad you have come, dear ANY, she
murmurcd, there is something l want
to tell you know Lam dying, but
[ shall tic rcjoiced, for earth has no
more pleasure for me. Como nearer,
Amy, and hold my hand, while l tell
you the secret that is taking my lifc.'
She drew from her bosom q little
pack &c, opened it, and took thence
o faded rose. 'Amy, do you remcm.
ber the lhthnight party you had
when yon were sixteen ? That night
Arthur Lee pluckcd this rose from
your favorite bush, held it awhile,
then dropped II. lpiekcd it up, and
with the love feel for him, haze laid
1T next my heart, where it has With,
cred like my life. Amy, he loves
you when you arc happy together,
think some time of the d,iny girl
whose love for him is beyond the
grave
Amy bowed her head, and sobbcl
bitterly.
'Dear friend,' she faltcrcd, Il do
not love him, 1 can never love him >
and with sad healt she told her all
the sorrowful story. This is the way
of the world. 1t were better if we
could only love those in return but
we 60 through life knowing rot, nor
caring for, tho love that is given to
US freely, but sghing for that which
is never to be ours. And so, the
p or, faded face that had looked so
blooming in the lttlo gold lockct,
went, to sleep with the dead rose
clasp next its heart, and the mighty
love of strong man bdried in its
coffin. Amy's truthful eyes shed
many bitter tear over the flower
strcwn gave, for she knew it was n
double burial that calm summe er even
! ing, and that all she cared for ir life
Was there underneath the sod. Ar.
thur Lee came sometimes to look
upon the grave, but never knew that
it contained tho secrets of three
hearts.
This is the way Of the world, and a
sad, sad way it is. We ali may
sooner or later find grave, for a
dead love, and 60 there to mourn our
hopes. EDITH LEE.