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

Wy So ihucn Do III young glflS on
tsie eve of anew life, feel SO reluctant, I
wonderY' she muscd, and then the name
OF Frank trembled on her lips. "No, not
himl Never him." she SAID resolutcly,
while her compressed lips and face slowly
paled till they looked cold and still, like
marble. "A country laborer! A penu-
rlayls farm hand! love him2 Neverl"
,Iaei, the words she had somewhere read
rang faintly through her brain:
81 do not love thee, no, do not love thee,
9l do not, though smothcrcd thrill
SQuickens che beating of my heart when thou
art near me,
a quick strong beating that ! cannot STILL"
Then she pictured Frank as belonging
toanother, us being lost to her entirely;
with one great heart bound and one tear
less sob, she sank upon the floor. 20 1
doslove him! God help me! I love
him and am bound to another! 1 love
him unasked and unloved in return!"
Tears came to her relief and she wept
long and bitterly. Then with prayer
to4sHeaven for help to do her duty, she
arse composed and rcsolute and pro-
ccedcd to pack up her possessions. II
INST 60 homo and the sooner am-mar-
ried the better, for n, the wife of Vincent
| cannot, will not think of anc ther. One
more evening with dear good Mrs. Stan
hope, one more visit to the loved scenes
arfmnd Valley Farm-and then good
bya to them all forever. Oh Frank,
Frank. can l ever forget you? This
happy, blissful summer with yeu will
eveEbe green in my memory. Oh, that
l could forget" The tears sprang again
to her eyes but she fierccly brushed them
away. 80.
Vincent was there again the next day,
antiStogether they war dered over all the
aiiks sand stopped at last close to the
rivers edge. The river was deep with a
swift, strong current, and Vievio had Of
ten stood gazing into its clark, gloomy
depths, dreaming for hours; now she bent
over them silently scarcely hearing Vim
cents passionate words. Just across the
path i'll the next field were the hayma-
kcrs, and among them she easily distn-
guished Frank by his tall symmetrical
form and his easy, graceful motions.
Fix her eyes determined us she would
upon the water, they would wander to
him, and had Vincent known how far
her thoughts were from what he was say
ing, he would have beecn more impatient
and rcproachful than ever. But Vicvie
was growing SO weary Of his ceaseless
homage. and fancy seized her to see
how far down she could look into the
clear water Of the river. There was m
old tree near them that had fallen with its
top far into the stream. Out upon that
she climbed, rs far rs she could 90, spite
OF Fincent's cntreatics, and lightly lean
ing over the old bough, she gazed down,
down into clear swift waters. But the
old dccayed limbs could not bear up
even her slender form, and swaying and
trembling few moments they fell with
crash and left Visvie struggling in the
cold river. She graspeu one limb after
another, but they all gave way and che
give up i'll despair. Meanwhile Vincent
was delivering series of frightened yells,
running up and down the bank, and
jumping in and out of the river, and f.
nally pulling off his beautifully fitting
boots and laying them carefully on the
log. He was just deciding to wade out
little way irto the water, when Frank
Wynan bounded past him and plunged
into the river. Some of the harvest
hands started tor q boat quarter of n
mile up stream, others stood hopelessly
with Vincent on the bank. But Frank
rapidly swan toward the spot where
Vicvit had sunk, and grasped her firmly
just ~ she aroac. He struck out vigor-
.ously for the shore, but the swift, strong
current carried him farther and farther
down the stream, and spite of all his eff
forts, burdened US he was, he could not