The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1875-11-11

and certain that the lnyltaGOn was lnten
ded for actual acceptance, the tourist
decided upon the morrow.
On that same morrow, towards after
noon, Bertha Fenshaw sat in her room
thinking of Jerrold Gray. She hat
dreamed of him during the night, ant
she was wondering why. It was not be
cause of dearth of young men among
the circle of her acquaintances. Ant
all the region knew the pretty heiress
She was acquainted with all the old mel
and women. in the country, and theil
numerous complaints. She was god
mother to half the babies. The young
planters of all the adjoining counties
were in love with her, and proposed tt
her at regular intervals. But Bertha
was romantic. She was very happy a:
she was, and if she did marry, he mus
be more of q hero, to win her, than any
she had seen.
Had Jerrold Gray seen the pretty heir.
ess, and known that he was the subject
of her thoughts, he might have been
more fattered, but scarcely more in love
than he really was. Her room was ar
ranged with all the simple taste of q
well-bred girl. Her hanging book
shelves were well-flled with their row
of poets, their row of useful works. The
neat little writing table, with its gilt
inkstand, and its pretty, costly nick
nacks, stood in the window and above it
hung the cage of her pet canary. There
was a piano, too, and well-hlled music
stand. T-t
Upon all the room was the impress
and evidence of womanly taste and neat
ness; nothing was prim, but everything
was properly arranged. Above all,
neither in books, pictures, music, nor on
the dressing-table in the adjoining room:
was there the smallest sign of "fastness," "
that almost omnipotent drawback to the
charms of the young ladies of the pres.
ent day.
But none of these things interested
our heroine just now, and in the middle
of her reverie she heard the arrival of
the tourists, and the voice of her uncle
welcoming them. Hastily finishing her
toilet, she went down to the sitting-room,
where she found the gentlemen in con-
versation. Perhaps it was natural enough
that the two younger members of the
quintet gravitated towards each other,
and were soon in an easy converse.
Later, Bertha showed him the gardens,
etc. The call proved so pleasant, and
all were so pleased with the congenial
intercourse, that the tourists complied
with the planters urgent invitation to
spend week at his house.
The week was spent agreeably to all
it was week of elysium to Jerrold and
Bertha.
-"Jerrold," said George Murton, one of
the party, "you are getting desperately
in love with this Southern beauty"
eyes," was the frank reply; II love
her as l had never dreamed [ could love
woman"
"And does she return your sudden
passion?"
eyes, am certain of that"
'Then you have spoken to her about it?"
'sNo, and shall not do so. She is rich
Il am poor. I will never marry under
such conditions"
The week ended, and the guests were
about to bid adieu to their generous host.
Bertha showed no special signs of emo
ton, but as Jerrold was about leaving
her she said to him, "sing me something
that will recall you to me-"
He went to the piano, and without
Thought, the strains of Prof. Schuberts
"Adieu" came into his mind. The pas
sien of lifetime was concentrated In
its melody, and Bertha, hiding her eyes
in her hand, listened, understanding his
love and farewell.
They went, and time passed. The
civil war broke out. Mr.. Fenshaw, be-
ing, 3 Federalist, was Indignantly perse-
cuted. His property, or such of it as
was not invested in the North, was con-
fscated.
Three years after his first visit, Jerrold
GRAY. was in New Orleans, lieutenant
in the Federal army. George Merton,
too, was in the same regiment. When
the army advanced to the neighborhood
of the Fenshaw plantation, Merton pro-
posed visit to their former hosts; but
Jerrold, for reasons, declined, and Merton
decided to 60 alone. He found the plan
tation in sad state, but its master as
hospitable rs ever.
"This house is like tomb," said MIR.
Fenshaw; "no more music, no more
sounds of joy. The piano has not been
touched for two years; the last thing
played on it was the 'Adieu' of that
young friend of yours. By-the-way, is
he living? Have you heard of him 2"
"Yes. Have you never had any sus-
picions about him ?"} !
"Suspicions?' =
Eyes; concerning your neice." .
Concerning Bertha-let me see. A
light dawns in on me, do you know.
Have 1 been deceived? We fear she is
losing her health and spirits"
"She is in love with Jerrold Gray"
Then Merton told him all that had
passed; all his scruples; all his love
his resolve never to marry a woman 30
far above him in fortune. 80"
.aCome," said Fenshaw, +"and repeat
this to Bertha" =. -. a..
The three were in a close consultation
for an hour; and when Merton set out
on his return, something of the old
vivacity had returned to Bertha.
"Well," said Jerrold, when his friend
returned. ahaya you seen them e
Yes" ~
"And is Bertha well?" -
Merton looked grave.
"Yes," he said, ''as we'll as could be
expected under the circumstances: The
fortunes of the war have dealt hardly
with her. She has, lost every penny Of
her fortune" -
Jerrold :Gray's eyes sparkled.
| .'You do not seem saddened by the i'll
luck of the girl you said you loved" sale ait
Merton. ..,.., n,
mo-" replied the young man; "be
cause now she is on level with me, ane
I can offer her my. hand without loss o
self-respeet." -
Obtaining leave of absence, Lieutenan
Gray started for the, Fenshaws on tn
following day. The uncle received hin
praciously-the 'neice with Joy tina