The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1874-08-13
A TEMPTATION RESISTED.
A SKETCH FROM LIFE.

"A
SKETCH FROM LIFE.
NV heroine is no creation of the imagination,
but lives and moves among us, not suspected of
being heroine at all, but known only as "a
perfect woman, nobly planned"
Her beauty is not of the ethereal type of
which poets dream and noveists rave; indeed,
she might not be considered beautiful, judged
from critical standpoint, yet hers is face
one loves to look upon, with its changeful ex-
preston, clear, red and white complexion, and
grey and earnest eyes. Above all these her
chief charm lies in her innocent gayety and
childlike truthfulness, which contact with lifes
trials will never remove, though she live until
her pure forehead be furrowed with age, aud the
hair that shades it he silvere3.
She is now middle-aged, but at the time of
which I write, was thirty-one. Knowing moth
ing of the world, and nothing of real true love,
she married very young, aud fancied hersefthe
most favored of women. Her husband, true
and loyal gentleman, loved her dcvotedly, and
was proud of her, and liked to have others ad-
mire her. So the first few months of her mar
red life passed on smoothly and pleasantly
enough. But as the trials of her new position
increased, she felt that the love which support
ed other wives in their troubles, and through
which medium even these trials sometimes
seemed "couler de rose" to them, was not like
that she felt toward her husband-the convic-
tion forced itself upon her that she had made 4
great mistake in her early marriage. But her
real heart religion made her discharge her du'
ties faithfully and cheerfully, aud she hid in
her heart her disappointment. The children
came, and she was the most loving and proud
of mothers but God called the brightest and
dearest, Though what mother could choose
when death came y leaving her hcart-broken
and wishing to die Still struggling to be re-
signed, once more she "took up the burden of
life" and in her family, among the poor and
suffering in her church, found solace and re-
gained cheerfulness.
But Just at this epoch of her life came its
romance suddenly upon her. A friend of her
husband, man of the world; man too busy
to have thought much of love or marriage,
came to visit their little home, and rest in quiet
country scenes. He was close observer, and,
not little surprised at the depth and suscepti-
bility of her nature, and sought to draw her out,
and succeeded as no one had done before. He
found this at first simply an amusement, but as
he grew daily on moro familiar terms in her
" WAYS in one of which she was the light and
10y, he found himself strangely interested, un-
til he, who had seen all phases of city life, and
on whom fashionable beauties had made no
Impression, was madly in love, where love
could only be guilty passion; and she watched
him and hung upon his words with all the en-
thusiasm of first love, for to her it was new
revelation. She did not seek to. She was
happy in the present; to see him every day, to
feel him near, to hear his sweet songs and listen
to his eloquent tongue, was happiness she had
never dreamed Of But the time came that he
must 90, and, yielding to mad impulse, as
they happened to be together alone the evening
before he had left, lie suddenly embraced her
and poured into her ear words of the most pas
sionate love, begging her to fly with him. For
an instant only she wavered He who had
been her guardian all her life did not fail her
now Swift as flash rose the prayer to her
lips, "Jesus, save me-" and as swiftly was it
answered. Before her rose the image OF her
husband, "tendcr and true?" of her children,
sweetly sleeping, to whom the name OF moth
er" meant everything pure and holy; and of
those little ones, dearer still, who, she thought
would be grieved even in Paradise at their
mothers sin. With look which haunted him
long after-a look of plying love and passion
ate cntreaty-she tore herself from his arms and
rushed from the room.
Iney ucI aSalll uCAO hio, ''iS, Pi"o'IUiJ Ao'
the last time; and it was better so. With a
silent pressure of her hand, and a whispered,
"Forgive me, and God bless you !" he went on
his way carrying with him, wcaried as he was,
the memory of one pure, religious woman, in
whom principle had triumphed over passion.
She lives on, loving and beloved; her sunny
smile undimmcd, her sympathy for human
weakness deeper anu truer as "thc years rolled
on" She has crushed out the last embers of
the passion, which but for prayer and faith
might have been her undoing, and is happy
now in the love of husband and children. Yes,
happy for hold, in spite of modern novels
and the sickly sentimentalism of the day, that
the "peace of God" which dwells with spirit
subdued and chastencd brings happiness the
most complete and lasting.-Ch'cago Times.
TREED BY A STUFFED Doa.-A Worcester
bow was engaged in nocturnal cherry stealing
short time ago. and was obsesved by the
owner of the fruit, who unnoticed by the young
robbcr, placed large stuffed dog at the foot of
the tree, and retired to watch the result of his
strategy. The boy descending, observed the
the dog. and then fun commenced. He whis-
tied, coaxcd threatened unavailingly, the an
imal never moving, and finally the youth, ac-
cepting the inevitable, settled down to passing
the night in the tree.
After some hours had passed, wearly enough
to the lad, morning dawncd, and the proprietor
Of the tree coming from the house asked him
how he came to be in the tree, to which the boy
answered that he took to it to save himself
from the dog, who had chased him quite dis