The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-04-06

into which she had thrown all of the
fervor of her impassioned nature. HUI
bert Gray was q man-one OF natures
noblemen-there was not the least ap-
proach to the coxcomb in him, and he
never dreamed of the conflict between
love for him and devotion to home and
country which stirred the heart of the
beautiful girl. He knew he loved her,
the fair "Lily of Santee," and he would
seek to win her.
Poor Marionl the contest in her heart
was fierce, indeed, and she fought with
the obstinate bravery of her race on the
side of duty. But she could never say (:
''I have won~ vainly did she call upon
pride-the pride of woman; the pride of
country; the pride of the yanquished-
to aid her. Love conquered, and she
was happy, although she knew she wore
tyrant's chain. Yes, she was happy
in being under the same roof with HUI
bert, listening to the music of his voice,
and drinking in with eager delight the
eloquent and lofty sentiments that fell
from his lips, repeating them to herself
when alone, and softly adding: eyes,
Walters friend is worthy even of Wal
ter's love-"
The trio sat together in the parlor the
last afternoon of Hubert's visit; the
ladies were sewing and Col. Gray reading
aloud. Suddenly putting the book aside,
he said: 'Miss Marion, the afternoon is
lovely, and you look pale from so much
stitching, let us take a walk and visit
some of our favorite haunts of that, to
me, happiest period (although so brief)
of my life-my first visit to Berkley
Hail."
Marion blushed and hesitated, seeking
| for words to frame a polite refusal. But
her mother interposed:
Eyes, my daughter, of course gol You
are looking very pale, and SO grave, too;
leaving our gallant young friend to be
entertained by monotonous invalid. I
am afraid, Colonel" she continued, play
fully, but with touch of sadness in her
voice, ''my Southern girl finds it too
hard to accept the humble position of
the conquered, in which we stand, and
the presence of the popular Federal Off
Ger reminds her frequently of it. But
my Marion must strive to see in Col.
Gray not the Federal officer, but our
protector and friend"
20, mamma, mammal said Marion,
with emotion, II trust I have not been
so forgetful of courtesy as to lead Col.
Gray even to imagine I do not appreciate
the many obligations we are under to
him."
"Never mind, darling, I did not mean
to distress my patriotic little woman;
only go and make the amend honorable
by being attractive this afternoon, and
let our young friend carry with him some
agreeable recollections from poor old
Berkley." Mrs. Maham finished the
sentence with deep sigh, an evidence
how little of brightness she herself felt
was left to old Berkley.
"Dear Mrs. Maham, do not chide your
daughter for q pensiveness which is so
becoming and only too NATURAL" said
Hubert, gravely. "I understand and
sympathize with her in her sorrows, and
the grief which the condition of her
country demands. In coming to Berkley
I knew I was coming to home of sor-
row. Believe me, I have not come to
seek merriment. But" he added, bow
ing to Marion, eff you will walk with
me I will esteem it q mark of friend
ship"
"It would be base ingrstitude to be
less than friend to Col. Gray" she said,
in low and agitated voice, Offering her
hand to the young man.
When Hubert Gray, after assisting in
the arrangement Of the young lady's
cloak and scarf, left the Hall for the en-
treated walk, the same little trembling
hand was resting on his arm. All, HUI
bert Grayl ah, love !-deceiying Lowell
thus far you have conquered!
They walked on for some time in a
silence more eloquent than words, until
reaching a by-path leading to the old
mill, Hubert Gray turned into it, saying: {:
"Let us go to the creek and the mill.
Let us visit the haunts of the gentle
echo. Poor, love-born maiden /! how sad
her fate, to have bestowed the priceless
treasure of her woman's heart upon a
self-enamored youth"
By this time they had reached the
creek. Leading Marion to seat under
the very tree beneath whose moss-covered
boughs they had sat merry group five
years before. Hubert seated himself by
her side and spoke in low, sad voice:
"Do you remember the moss you gave
me from this tree? and the bay leaf,
which you said was victory, renown? 0,
how ominous of my fortunes were those
memorials of Berkley HALL Have 1
not wept even in the arms of glory 7?
Wept for our dismembered land! wept
the fall of my friend-the noblest, the
best How we'll 1 remember him, as I
saw him here with his beautiful Annie.
How happy-how even gay he was that
joyous Christmas of 80. But, dear
lady, although I have come to Berkley,
it is true, to indulge in these sweet, sad
memories vet another and still stronger