The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-05-18

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"The property is entailed upon you
and your heirs, Hubert, and only for my
lifetime do I control any part of it"
"Well, then, my dear mother, 1 will
begin a work of retrenchment. and out
of my large income save fortune for
my little sister Ada. I will promise you
this, mother, that as long as 1 live the
welfare of Ada st. Glare shall be as dear
to me as a sisters"
Mrs. Gray, shook her head gravely and
said: "But Ada is not your sister, and
suppose you win her young heart"
"I do not think Ada's heart is in any
danger. She is only sixteen, and her
birds and flowers are enough for her to
Joy or grieve over. Her heart is so light,
free and joyous it would be pity to
awaken within it any deeper emotions.
And then, too, Ada may not see Hubert
Gray with his mothers partial eyes"
Hubert, your love is necessary to
Ada's happiness. 1t is this knowledge
which makes me urge you to WOO her.
To her young heart you are the reality Of
her ideal hero, and without your love
Ada St. Clare's life will be joyless."
GLOW do you know all of this mother Of"
Because 1 have loved, too"
"And mother, I, too, have loved; I do
love, and therefore I cannot love Ada St.
Glare. o, trust you are mistaken, and
that there is no snch bitterness in store
for Ada st. Clare as unrequited love-"
and there was ring of bitterness as we'll
as scorn in Hubert Gray's voice.
Mrs. Gray looked into her sons deep,
dark eyes to make sure of the ring of
sorrow she thought she had heard in his
voice. Then, placing her hand fondly
on his arm, she said tenderly: "And
have you loved in vain? Inever dreamed
the woman lived who could resist the at
fractions of Hubert Gray"
ri told you, mother, that everybody
does not look at Hubert Gray through
his mothers glasses" {.
"Is your love hopeless ?"
"The lady 1 love, in the language of
the old song, will soon be another's
bride," said Col. Gray, with poor at
tempt at gaiety. Then he added, proud
ly: IT must assert my manhood and re-
turn to life's work and life's battle with
renewed courage and energy"
"Poor Ada" sighed Mrs. Gray; Glove
makes woman's life; to love is her
noblest work. I hear Ada's voice calling
to say it is time for the drive. Poor
child let her rest in blissful ignorance
as long as possible.
At midnight, Hubert Gray was reused
by an urgent call to his mothers cham
ber. She had been taken suddenly and
dangerously ill, and the physicians said
she could not live twenty-four hours.
By the dying woman's bedside, in all the
abandonment of grief, knelt her beauti-
full prOtege, the orphan Ada.
dearest mamma, mamma Isabel, who
will love and care for your poor, poor
Ada when you are gone" wept the poor
child, passionately.
The dying woman raised her eyes en-
treatingly to her sons face, as the girls
moaning voice fell upon her ear. HUI
bert Gray could not refuse that look.
Kneeling by the weeping girl, he placed
his arm tenderly around her, and said :
~ will care for you, my poor Ada. Let
us learn to love each other, and make
our lives worthy the example and teach
ings of our mother, who is going to join
the great company of the redeemed" +"
Turning to his mother, he said: 'Mother,
bless your children I"
1t was a solemn bridal party the sun
rose upon next morning. The family
physician, few friends and the beloved
pastor. The bride clung timidly to the
bridegroom's arm, and her voice trem-
bled with intense emotion as she repeated
after the minister her VOWS. The pale
and stately bridegroom spoke his in loud,
clear tones, while his eyes were riveted
upon the face of his dying mother, seek
ing his highly-prized guerdon-his
mothers approving smile. AS the ferv-
ent "Amen" ended the sad and interest
ing ceremony, sweet smile illumined
Mrs. Gray's features, and holding out her
arms, she exclaimed, "Hubert!" In a
moment the strong arms of her child
were around her, her head fell upon his
bosom. "God bless you my son!" broke
from her pale lips, and Hubert Gray
pressed to his bosom only the lifeless
form of his idolized mother.
The same paper which had announced
the marriage of Hubert Gray, had also
published an account of his mothers
illness and death, but it was nearly a
week after the paper was received before
the Maham's learned of Hubert Gray's
irremediable loss, for in the confusion
consequent upon Marion's sudden illness,
the paper had been misplaced. Mrs.
Haham wrote to Hubert letter full of
gentle sympathy, and begged him to
bring his young bride to visit her. But
she looked in vain for an answer to her
affectionate invitation.
TO BE CONTINUED.