The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-04-13

found himself few moments alone with
her before leaving Berkley. Eagerly he
questioned: 30, Marion, why do you
shun me? Is your answer still the same
Have you no word of hope for me this
morningw
"None, none," broke in trembling ac-
cents from the quivering lips of the girl.
20, Marion, think what you do, when
you deprive hman heart of hope. One
request I make that you will for two
years at least encourage no other attach
ment, and that you will not Danish me
from your thoughts, but cherish my inn
age, as one whose lifetime of happiness
is wrapped up in your love and your
fidelity. I will not urge you to be my
wife now, but be my dearest friend; per-
nit to visit you, to correspond with you ;
let US reason together, and when time
has soothed your sorrows and healed the
wounds of your bleeding country, let me
hope to win to my heart and home my
beautiful Southern flower. I cannot say
as you do, Forget me- even if it gives
you pain; I would be remembered
Will you promise then to cherish my
memoryw
Slowly, and with painful effort, Marion
replied: "Col. Gray"
"Call me Hubert, not Col. Grayp ex-
claimed the young man, excitedly, inter
rupting her. "Call me but love, and
henceforth I never will be Romeo"
"Well, then, Hubert, my friend, I dare
not promise what you ask. I may never
unlearn loves lesson; I may never teach
this poor, weak heart to still its wild
commotion when it hears the name Of
Hubert Gray, or when memory, overleap-
ing all barriers, careless of curb or bride,
recalls the image of our faithful friend.
Yet, I dare not bid you hope. Duty
should be the soldiers, the hero's and the
christians watchword. will strive to
think of Hubert Gray only as noble,
generous friend, and in the effort, even if
unsuccessful, I will find happiness, be-
cause mine will be the path of duty. 0,
Hubert, as Christians, let us, guided by
reason, seek to act rightly in all things"
Glove takes not reason for Counsel
lor," said the young man, pettishly.
"Then, take him for physicians said
the girl, quickly replying to the quota
ton, while smile, full of arch raillery,
for a few moments beautifed her sweet
countenance.
Hubert sighed as he gazed admiringly
upon the bright young face, and thought
of the happy past, when no shadow Of
sorrow ever fingered there, except sor-
row for the woes of others. "You use
cold, hard words" he replied. "Reason
and duty, words not written in loves
vocabulary; and with them you seek to
scare young love away. But you cannot
deprive me of hope. Wrapped in the
soft, bright folds of hopes warm warmth,
my love shall fear neither the hammer
ings of duty or the frost of reason. You
will let me write some times, and"
"Come, Hubert, the buggy is ready,
and if you will not stay longer with us,
it is time to go, or we will miss the train, u
said Harry, entering the parlor, wholly
unconscious of the interesting tete tete
he had interrupted.
"Then, goodbye; I,oM hope that we
may meet very soon again" said Hubert,
taking Marion's cold and passive hand in
his, and emphasizing the words, "I will
hope" Her only reply was a glance
from her tear-dimmed eyes, which spoke
eloquently of constant love, but firm
denial; it entreated, too, forgiveness fol
pain given. Hubert understood only too
well the language of that earnest look.
Mrs. Maham wept to part with Walters
friend, and would not let him go without
promise to make another and an early
visit to Berkley Hall.
90, yes, Hubert" said the warm
hearted Harry, "you must not entirely
forget your poor Southern friends"
AS they drove from the door, the dis.
carded Federal soldier looked up to the
window for another glance at the sweet
pale face of the Southern girl. But she
was gone! In the quiet of her OWL
chamber Marion Maham battled bravely
with love she deemed unworthy @
daughter of crushed Carolina.
Harry" said Hubert, just before they
reached the depot, "I have never known
the love of sister or brother. delighted
in calling Walter both friend and broth
er, but he is gone now, and except my
dear mothers claims, I am bound by
none of the sweet ties of kindred. Har
ry, will you be my brother? Let u'
throw across the deep, wide gulf created
by sectional prejudices and party strife
bridge of love. Harry, can you de
this? Can you forgive and forget? Car
you give me brothers loye?"
eyes, 1 can; I will, Hubert. I have
always loved and admired you. YOU
nobility of character compelled my es
TEEN the first visit you made to Berkle!
Hall. 1 have nothing to forgive in HUI
bert Gray, and only great obligations tt
remember, which entitle you to m.
warmest gratitude. 0, if all of you
people were only like Hubert Gray, botl
brave and generous, there could hav'
been no strife between your people ant
my people. But let bye cones be bye