Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1872-07-03

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banks ola swift, beautiful river away out
in the country that lovely summer after
noon.
AS they neared home Vievie looked
up, started and blushed, then glanccd
quickly at Vincent to see if he had no.
ticed her; she saw thathe had, and bit
her lip with vcXntion. Vincent looked
around to see what could have caused her
confusion, but saw no one excepting u
farm laborcr who wae shutting the gate
after the cows he had driven in.
"What is it, darling? Arc you not
well p he asked tenderly.
IL am little tired, that is ALL" she
answered quietly.
"And now, dear Vievic," said Vincent
holding.thc gate open for her, "I must say
good bye again. wish the time we're
come when l should never have to say
goodbye"
She smiled u little wearily, perhaps,
and simply said goodbye"
81 must see you again before I go back
to the city, Vievie. Goodbye"
Assoon as the gate clicked upon her
departing lover, Vicvic ran up stairs,
threw herself upon the bed and burst
into an angry fit of sobbing.
"What silly, wicked, unreasonable
little fool am she exclaimed passionate
ly. "What docs all me, l wonder?
That that common farm laborer, whom
| never saw till u week ago, and with
whom have never had above two hours
conversation in nay life, should make me
blush and tremble so ridiculously, is per-
fectly--awlul!" said she Mt loss for
some terrible word with which to express
her veXation. But she sobbed on till the
gold faded from the clouds, and the sky,
srew9dssk, and heavy shadows came set
tling over the room. She scarcely knew
for what wcarincss, loneliness, vexation
altogether perhaps. . g..
Frank W yman, ",he common farm Ia
borrr." was nephew Of Mrs. Stanhppcs
(thc lady ut whose house Nicvie was
boarsing) orphaned from his childhood
and her sole carc. She had given him a
good education, which he had just com
plctcd, and now he had come home 10
enjoy n summer Oh his aunts farm, as
only lie with his love of nature and free
dom, could enjoy it. He had donned
the laborcr's suit, and had gone to work
with zcst that made rest and sleep, and
Mrs. Stanhopc's good substantial meals,
true luxurics. But Vicvic only knew
that Frank Wyman, one Of the field
hands. Yes, she knew that among all
her many admirers, she had never seen
so tall, vigorous and manly form, so
high and noble brow, or such deep,
thrilling, soul-speaking eyes But, pshaw!
what was all that to hcr-he was only
poor, country farm-hand not even n far
mer.
The weeks passed OH like fairy
dream. Vincent would fit back and
forth from city to country, lie an idle
butterfly that he was Vicvie spent the
time between his visits. in walking. rid
ing, or sailing OH the river with Frank
too often her companion. Yes, too Of
ten, for unconsciously she was beginning
to love, to listen to his quiet, earnest CON
vcrsation, to watch his changing express
sivc eyes, and Ills calm, respectful man
ncr towards her. Always distant but
courteous, he had never shown that he
thought her more than mere passing
acquaintance; and so Vicvic, unalarmed
by any action Of his, dreamed on, and
innoccntly believed her heart true to
Vincent. Her whole life that idle,
dreamy summer was like dream in
which she took no part but gidcd un-
consciously along with it.
But an awakening came at last Vim
cent had been down and had been more
impetuous, impulsivc and boyisEf than
ever, urging her to aspeedy union and de-
al r;n,r fho{ bo no,,l1 n.I n