The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-09-30

And the fever called Living
Is conquered at last"
e. A. PoE.
1t matters little how we met. |
knew and loved the lady Muriel.
Graceful and well formed was she.
Her face was bright and beautiful
and had a story to tell. The face
%as !. proud one, too, and Mrs.
Noreton was said to be proud,
naughty, and self:possessed.
The villa in which she dwelt
stood at some distance outside the
village: my fathers farm was still
farther off.
/ had been born and reared on
the farm that had seen many gene
rstious of my fathers before me.
had been sent to college, edu.
Gated, and had Travelled in forei n
countries: had dreamt bright and
glorious dreams beneath foreign
skies.
And now had returned home
to settle down into q quiet farm
life. 4 life which in some re-
spects / was totally unfit for. Ny
ambitious spirit could not brook
the calm quiet Of the country
Yet it seemed my destiny, and |
tried to accept it.
Moreton Grange was continual
" filled with visitors, all of whom
delighted to pay homage to its
youthful mistress. She had bril-
liant and wealthy suitors, and how
could | hope to win her. And yet
l was madly, deeply. hopelessly
in love with the quecnly Muriel.
[ loved with i love that WIS moro
than love- | ceased to love, be.
cause I began to adore.
l was an invited guest 10 all her
fetss and assemblies. She was
kind-nay, friendly in her demean-
or to me, so she was to the tame
deerin her park. She admired my
humble verses and musical tastes.
So, too, did she love to look upon
the fountain that threw its silvery
spray high into the sunlight upon
the lawn, or listen to the musical
tinkle Of its waters as they shiver-
ed and fell into the marble basin
beneath.
I had known Miss Morcton a
year, and as the months sped on
I was no nearer The goal Of my
hopes than before. Ny hopes, if
could call them such, were cloudy
hopes, the sunlight scarcely broke
through.
Ny lady was the same calm,
kind and sweet spirit as at the
first. Oh so calm and kind.
A rumor had gone forth that
she was betrothed. ! gave it cred-
ence, and determined to suffer and
be still, to be silent and make no
sign. The last beam Of hopo had
departed. I had determined ,to.see
ayr j no more-tho beautiful and
glorious faco that / loved so.
1t was beautiful day in autumn,
the sun was high IN the heavens,
| wrcatbs, Of smoke curIed up from
the hill.sides, the leaves had be
gun to turn into red splendor. the
shrill whistle of the partridge was
heard far ana wide. It was q day
for dreams and not for resolves
l had taken my gun and wander
ed forth. ! had been walking
somc distance. and was just cross
ing tho road, when the sound Of
approaching hoofs, at no great
distance, told Of the approach of
oqnestrians. l turned and bcheld
two riders, it was Miss Moreton
aud . gentleman on horseback
He was stranger, and remem-
Der how bittcry-may God for
give mel felt toward him at that
moment. Her lover, thought /.
1t would have been awkward for
me to have 4ent on. not to say un-
courteous. | waited q moment
until they came up, intending to
speak and pass on.
"Why, good morning, Mr."
said the lady refining in her horse;
Il an glad to meet you. Allow
me to Introduce my particular
friend, Mr.. Baxter, from the city"
The gentleman bowed haughtily,
| | stood uncovered and she contin-
| ucd.
"Mr. Baxter and myself have
Just been talking about nature
our grand old mother. Now,
have q capital conundrum for you
this morning.: when is the best
time to study the book Of naturet
Come, sir, be quick, and tell me
and III give you this bunch O.
yiolets." :"
I began to stammer out some
thing when she said:
why, when autumn is turning
, the leares, to BE- sure. You dl1
not know | was so clever. did you
now p