The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-02-03

BY HOYT 4 co.
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such be your opinion, you are sworn OF
.thewsong side: forG the most devoted o.
her children realize that Cardinals safety
is only to be found in the extremity o.
DANGER
t;"You' are too serious, Miss Marion
said Mr.. Egan, gazing admiringly on thf
excited girl. "I did but jest, Carolina in
her need 5wilf find no trrer Son thar
Richard Egan!'' -
"Then you are cruel, which is the
mildest rebuke that can be given soc
who: could, for jest, mock at q mothers
griefs,p was theigrav reply .>9,'t"
"I am not surprised to find warm
secessionist in my little :favorite! here,
said Mr.. LIE Baron, placing his hanc
lightly on Marion's shoulder, for she is q
girl and dreamer, but that men, and
wise men, should be SO mad as never tc
look for defeat and its consequences
Overpowered Carolina must surely be-
and what then?"s ~
"We will then have the comfort, a sad
one though it may be-; Of knowing we
proudly struggled for freedom! One
drop of blood from the heart of the hero
who fell in liberty's cause.-The sPerT'
" who had peered into the treasures ,ol
lucean, Searth and air, thought fnq mean
offering with which to seek Ito lift the
s.srsstalsshsn of rHeayen's gate" replied
the excited girl. :"
-'Said I not she is girl and dreamer
Poetic .faneies are the fabrics, of WHICH
uhe builds nationsl Silly child, DO you
not It know that the world, the practical
world, in which we live, look. J for the
ltesalts before it prohodhces supon the
right or wrong of an act, and success only
:an make a7patriot Of a rebels",',, ,.,.,.u : :,
DR.. St. Julien, who had Joined the
'jzrodp a little while before, now spoke:
Il eve will not admit, Mr.. LIE Baron,
-that-truths. are s-trathsr because they
reach, our hearts and min minds clothed in
the soft language of the poet. Some Of
the .subhmest revelations of Gods won
derfal dealings with the children of imen
are chafactered in the impassioned Ian
guage of poetry. Neither will I admit
thata woman's mind cannot grasp what
is best fo1 the veal or woerof her native
LAND EoveAAhigh,, enduring, self-deny-
ing,love, guides a true woman's' heart,
and as she reasons through her heart,
she reasons Alright, where mans cold, and
selfish calculations would make him cast
lingering, longing looks back upon the
flesh pots of Egypt But, my dear
friend we are not thirsting for the blood
of our brethren. We would rather part
as did Abraham of old with his kinsman,
and! say: tLet there be no strife, I pray
thee, between me and thee. We hope
Uncle Sam will bid us depart in peace.
But if instead he cry, Havoc, and let slip
the degsa o. was.iwe, willicheerasIwith
the words of the wise man, the battle is
not always to the, strong Now, letius
defer these grave and yexed Questions for
another time. L have come to beg Miss
Rose. for,some music, she is always oblig-
ing enough to favor my old-fashioned
taste! with the sweet melodies of Burns
and Moore"
Rose! modestly and unafectedly COM
piled, and playfully acknowledged that
she did not deserve the Doctors eplogiumq
Z on 4 her I pure taste for simple music, since
she was passionately fond of the opera,
but her professor had prohibited her sing
ing them until her voice could acquire
more strength. Rose had a sweet voice,
and sung with taste and tenderness, and
although she was succeeded at the piano
by amateurs and professors, who both
executed and sung with: scientific, bril-
lianoyysaud skill; nene-gavet greater pleas
ure to the listener than the tender melo-
dies sang by Rose. s'ar1 =.
The evening hours passed lightly and
quickly by, charmed by sweet music and
bright conversation, and when the pleased
and pleasing guests in bidding "Good
night" <courteously expressed it one of
the most pleasant evenings they had
ever spent, there was perhaps more Of
honest truth in the sentiment than is
usually found in those formal conven-
The edssts having departed; liz weary
girls, except Annie, sought rest in the
embraces of Morpheus. Again the pet
ted daughter sought her father in his
library, where she knew he would be
taking last smoke before going to bed.
With the freedom of a spoiled darling,
she seated herself on his lap, and putting
her arms around his neck rested her head
on his broad and manly chest.
'Has my little fairy come for good
night kiss 2" he asked, drawing her close
ly to him and pressing his lips with al
most lover-like fondness on her spotless
brow. "My darling looks pale and
weary, she must go and hunt in sleep
some roses to show me tomorrow"
ri want to tell you something first,
papa; something about myself"
"What is it, my pet, is one of the cana
ries dead7 or is your favorite bracelet
broken? but perhaps it is a more serious
matter still-Mr. Egan has broken your
haort nr hewilderpd vonr rcor little head