The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1873-01-04
A WOMAN'S LOVE.

p"i' ''oS-i 'os WV p'''y u'eCeS it'u Just
come down stairs fresh as Hebc, and
pink checked as the roses Of fragrant
hyacinth bells in the south window,
where the sunshine had gone into such
a hopeless tangle, with the ivy vines and
rosobuds and feathery sprays of fern.
Very pretty girls they were, in a
delicate womanly fashion, although no.
body would ever have been reminded by
them of the Venus de NJ edici, and not
an artist had ever thought of askipg
them to sit for Madonna. 1t is every
day style OF beauty that wears best, and
Lisa and Cora sighed for nothing rarer
or more precious. - sS3
so ho has failed has he p said Cora
to her uncle, who had just been
promulgating the news of the day from
behind his newspaper What pitt
aud he was SO nice and agreeable
Failed Mr.. Kirkwpodv echoed,
Lisa, her rosy cheek losing u shade or
so its satin bloom, 'On, uncle, how did
that happen 2
AS most failures happen my dear
said Mr.. Segrist, folding up his paper
and laying his spectacles on one side;
preparatory to the morning meal. Too
much press of canvass, ard too lttle
ballast. Some people never will learn
wisdom. Yes it is a pity; he was
good young fellow enough, aud this will
throw him back n good twenty years"
Lisa Sat thinking, her pansy blue eyes
fixed intcutly on the pattern Of the
table-cloth, her red lips apart, uutil her
sisters clcsr, bird like voice reused her
from tho temporary abstraction.
Upon my word, Lisa,' the elder cried
merrily, i do believe you are in trance.
Why didn you answer my question 2
Liza started, both checks suddcnly
crinsuning.
II was only thinking, Cora. What
was it you asked me?'
hoout out uaIl uEeSseS lot 10 fnOrTOW
evening. thipk punches of silver bar.
5e''aiu loon ;hem nm
than The ctyniihon-rlice roses. Every
body wears roses
ooh! Cora, cried downright Lisa,
how can you talk about ball dresses
when-whsn you remember who was to
have taken you there Z
Mr.. Kirkwood !? said Cora, calmly
OF course he'll not so uow, but We can
easily acnd for cousin George
Then you really mean to ...o?'
Of course. Why shouldn't [? Surely,
Lisa, you cant expect me to go into
mourning because Guy Kirkwood has
failed! He was no relative of ours
Il think ho loved you, Cora said
Lisa, in a low voice and you thought
so too
HE mast learn TO unlove me, then,
said the elder sister, with musical
little laugh. Mr. Kirkwood, the sue
cessful merchant, was very well, but
MIR. Kirkwood, the beggar, cannot cx-
pect 70 indulge in the luxury Of wife
Of course, all that is over, for good and
ull'
And Cora calmly poured out second
cup of coffee for her uncle. VI
But, Cora, pleaded her sister, lit
isn't as if you yourself were poor. You
know We will have little money of our
own
Very true, wise Lisa but I mean to
keep my own to myself, and not spend
it in bolstering up the ruined fortunes
OF an unlucky speculator. No, no, child,
my husband must bring money of his
own, not be drain upon my slender
resources
Lisa shook her head
That sounds worry worldly said she
Does it ? Now l think it has just the
common -sensical sound to it. People
must look at these things from a practi i.
cal point of view.
'Uncle, cried Lisa, almost passion
ately, don't you think she ought to like
him all tho better because he is in
| trouble and need p
My dear, said the old gentleman
composedly, crumbling up bit of dry
toast on his plate, i cant pretend to
judge OF these things. You girls must
manage to settle your affairs between
you.''
MY mind is quite made up already,
said Cora Sagrist, calmly.
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