Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1873-04-10
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and while 1ler eyes filled with tears, and
then LET him 80. ,,..-..,,. !. :. :.
All her pleasures were forgotten as she
watched the carriage rolling from the
door, and she only remembered how lone
ly she would be without him; she looked
lack upon two years cf such perfect hap
piness that it seemed less like reality than
q pleasant dream. Long she stood at the
window watching, as if she expected him
to return, but the voices ofthe children
aroused her, and she stifled her own grief
and went to amuse and comfort them
Willie thought papa was "real unkind"
not to take. them; width Edith clung
close to Florence, and hoped papa would
be safe on the "deep water"
Jessie Lawson and Florence Langford
were seated in the piazza of the pleasant
country house they had hired for the
season, conversing. Edith and Willie
we're romping with Rover on the grass,
while ever and anon their clear, Joyous
laughter would make the ladies turn and
smile. /.
81 forgive you now, Floy, for marrying
George" )" said Jessie, fol.dly. II think
that, if he had asked me, and could have
have looked into the future, should
have done as you did"
AT that instant, Jessie felt hand laid
on her shoulder, and, looking up, saw her
husband; his face was very grave, and
his whole manner betokcned that some.
thing serious had troubled him.
".Jesaie, Ahei said Eing low tone, acomei
into the parlor; I-,want- to speak with
you" n 4osi
SHE is jealous" whispered Jessie to
Florence as she rose to obey. "Now for
matrimonial lecture"
"Close the door jessie" said Henry,
when they entered the parlor. 81 do not
wish Florence to hear what I have to say
now. Poor Floy we must break it gent
ly to her!"
"Why, Harry, what is the matter p
George
eyes. The Eagle, the vessel he sailed
in, was wrecked; and but few escaped;
vessel going to Calcutta took n few of
the passengers, but the rest were lost
George Langford's name is among the
missing"
Harry had forgotten the open window,
and was startled to see Florence now
standing in front of it. She was cold and
pale as marble, her hands were tightly,
clenched, her teeth set, and her whole
frame rigid and motonless. Harry
sprang to her side, and took her hand to
lead her in. The touch broke her stupnr
and, with slight shutlder, she fell faint
ing to the ground.
For weeks. Florence Langford lay be-
tween life and death; fever and delirium
succeeded her death like trance, and her
life was despaired of. A strong consti-
tuition, however, triumphed. and she re-
covered; but ch, how altered! The pale,
thin face: seen now under close widows
cap, was SO wan and sad that few would
have recognized the once blooming Flo
renee.
Her sole comfort, now, seemed to lie
in the children, his children She would
hardly allow them out of her sight, and
her whole time was spent in instructing
and amusing them.
Florence Langford had been widow
just one year. 1t was bright summers
day, and she sat in the same little parlor
where she had first heard IF her husbands
loss. Willie anu Edith were seated on
the floor beside her. blowing soap
bubbles. Florence sat watching their
innocent delight as the sun shone on the
pretty globes, and reflected prismatic
colors in them, and then her thoughts
flew back over the last three years, sud.
der and sadder grew the pale face, until
Willie noticed it, and leaving his play,
went softly to her side; Edith knelt be-
side him, with her face laid caressingly
against Florcnce's hand.
"Tell us about papa" whispered Will