Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1872-05-08

poverty was threatening, not for herselR
did she tremble, but for those dear ones
then aged, and lily able to bear either !hA
shock or its results. Then Edgar's words
came back to her. She had a fortune IN:
her voice. Cheerfully, hopefully she
went to work. And then how eagerly
she watched for the coming Of Edgar5
letter of sympathy, encouragement aye,
that most of all, which should sustain
her, his words Of love. The letter came
Oh, thc cold. cruel letter, which for u
time swept faith, hope, and almost reason
from her mind and heart. "A little while
only, and then she arose abeve the sorS
row man had caused, and bravely went
to work. Calmly she reread his letter,
asking to be released from his VOWS.
Business still retaining him in Europe,
he should not return to the States at pres
eLt; aud as, of course, her plans for the
future would engross her completely, she
would agree with him it would be bet
ter, and no doubt also agreeable to her,
to he free.
"You are Free" were the only words
Caroline wrote in reply. A year spent
in study and winning encouragement
from the best masters, and then to try
her power. Success followed, and fame
crowned her with laurels.
Europe and America acknowledged
her the prima donna of the age. Teach
her to love, and then hers will be music
divine. Power, passion, pathos--shc hos
all; hut they had been acquired from
great masters. The wanting power must
be Of herself from her own SOUL" said
the old connoisseurs.
Seven years had winged their flight
since she had parted from Edgar Rose
veldt. She had heard nothing of him
since about six months after her seecis.s
lef lss I.stsr Is s.
coming home TO marry Miss Erving.
Alter night Of even more than usual
eclat, she sat the next day surrounded
with the tokens Of her listeners appre-
cation. Flowers rare md beautiful,
jewels costly and antique, all around
her She pushed them impatiently aside,
and her Lead sank into her hands. Her
tn, ughts flew back to the time when she
sang simple ballads, and watched for the
words and look of admiration from one
with more cagcrhcss, and hailed its com
ing with more real qualification than ever
since she had from the crowned heads
and mobiles of the land.
"llow near | was last night to singing
the Welcome Grcetingp l could with
difficulty restrain myself. Ny heart
seemed filled with that. / have not
thought of it since that night. l think,
if had sung it, there might have been
found the wanting tone They say l am
ld-there is no love in my voice. Cold
Oh, can they not think there is a cold.
ness more icy than that of unknown
love? lis when love has been given
pittH, hIOWu lllc, ana Iucil Dccn kllicQ,
that it becomes SO icy cold!" Thus Caro-
line Ainsworth communcd with herself.
Going to II jewel caskct she unlocked
it and drew forth the little golden heart
and anchor.
Strange! strange that should have
felt the coming Of his perfdy! knew
that night it would be SO. / wonder
where the little companion of these is"
she murmured. "What do / care for this
life of continual excitement; this udmira-
tion of the millit MS ? Nothing-nothing.
ALL all are gone now for whom cared
to be great. Edgar worse than dead.
Would that could think of watch
ing and waiting for my coming, in the
land where angels sing! Father gone (!
mother gone! care for the p-aise of no
one now! l sing TO no one now! Oh,
weary, weary life. have only one 10y
the remembrance Of the comfort / gave
them"
A knock on the door announced tho
coming Of some one, and in answer to her