The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-06-01
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ton at -, and her mother and herself
live in plain but comfortable style not
far from the Springs. Her brother is
promising lad, and the nucleus around
which her brightest hopes and aspira-
tions are gathered.
I wish could describe her artless JOY
and surprise when I made myself known
to her. 20, Arthur Ferguson | Marion,
Jessie, Harry, dear, dear Mrs. Maham
how are they all? And poor, poor old
Berkleyp she exclaimed, while bushes,
smiles and tears made an April day Of
her sweet, fair face. 1t has been such a
pleasure to meet home face here, for
you know I consider Miss Gordon's a
home face, she is SO happily associated
with the sweet memories of Berkley.
Mrs. Gordon has urged me to go as often
as can to their neat little cottage, and ]
have not been slow to avail myself Of
the privilege, for nearly every evening
finds me delighted listener by the side
of Rose Gordon-the Prima Donna Of
these wilds. You remember, of course,
what a sweet voice she had, and now
that it has acquired power, and is very
highly cultivated, I do not think I have
ever listened to voice in which power,
sweetness and pathos have been so de-
ightfully mingled. Her afability is
wonderfully attractive, and she often has
a large audience from the neighborhood
to listen to her songs. For these uncul.
tivated friends she sings with as much
alacrity as she would for the polished
gallants who throng the saloons of our
fashionable cities. "Music," she once
remarked, "to me is voice from the
heart, and finds its answer in the heart
Here I have an appreciative audience
men and women with rough hands but
large and tender hearts, who have sought
to tighten the burdens of the soldiers
widow and orphan, and when sing fol
them I fancy they feel how truly I thank
them"
1 know not how to close my letter
when the theme is Rose Gordon-a noble
woman, nobly plannedl Iasked her one
day why it was she had ceased writing tc
Marion, who had made repeated enqui'
ries and could never learn her address
With blushing candor she said:
"I must own it was a false and silly
pride which urged me to conceal from
my old friends the fact that I was play.
ing the role of country school mistress
But I have been sufficiently punished
for oh, have so longed to hear of you
allr
Dear, lovely girl, how she wept when
she heard. of dear cousin Alice's death
and that old Berkley Hall had passed
into the hands of strangers.
Tell Harry, now that the strong ties
of home which bound him to Berkley
have been destroyed, he must prepare tc
90 West with me. I will be at home
soon, armed cap pied with arguments
to prove to him that it is the Eldoradc
for us, and I think my Uncle's consent
to accompany us could be obtained if we
all go together; and certainly the going
together would rob the leave-taking Of
the dear familiar faces in our beloved
State of much of its bitterness. Say tc
Marion I am sure if she were here, with
her lively imagination, she would find il
Cohuttah a modern Parnassus, and in
voking the sacred Nine would indulge US
with some of her glowing thoughts in
verse. Present to my dear Uncle my
grateful love and reverence; to Marion
Harry and your petite ladyship, I send
these pages freighted with the warmest
love of
ARTHUR FERGUSON.
"Well," said Harry, "there is certainly
wedding on foot, and Arthur evidently
as blind as sly Cupid's victims ever are
20, Harry, don't say sop exclaimed
Jessie, "I love Rose dearly, but I cam,
give up my pet match for Arthur" |" and
as she spoke she looked archly at Ma.
rion.
'I always knew Arthur fancied and
admired Rose, and as it was my pet plar
for Arthur, hope, Jessie, you will be
unselfsh enough to become speedily re.
eonciled, for 1 think as Harry does, sly
Cupid has aimed his arrow with unerring
SKILL" said Marion, "and no fairer flower
grows than our sweet Rose la Refine p'
But when Marion was alone in he,
chamber that night, musing over Ar.
thurs letter, gentle sigh escaped hel
breast as she murmured, "Why should
alone cling with painful tenacity to one
only one love? Why should my love
bring naught but sorrow? Why may T.
too, not love lightly? One by one, Ar.
thur, Hubert and others have told me
the story of a steadfast love; and, one
by one, they have bowed at other shrines
with like promises of love and duty
But" and the girl shuddered and turned
pale, "poor human heart, be still Does
Marion Maham envy another's bliss
O, no; I am, will be glad and rejoice
in the joy of those 1 love. Yes, will
teach my heart to be glad that am for
gotten even by Hubert GrayI"
TO BE CONTINUED.
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