The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-04-13
Original Sturg.
BERKELEY HALL.
BY "LA CAROLINE"
CHAPTER XIV.

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Farewell! word that must be, and hath been;
sound which makes us linger-yet farewell"
Hubert Gray retired to his chamber
the night after Marion's rejection of his
suit with heart full of contendiug emo
tions, which made him too restless to
sleep. Had his profered love been
scornfully or even coldly refused; had
there been no room for hope, the young
soldier could have returned home, and in
few short months or years, perhaps the
love which then so absorbed his whole
being that it seemed to have been born
with him might have been crushed out
of his manly breast, and the 'Lily of
Santee" recalled to memory only rs some
fair, sweet flower, whose rare lLeauty and
delicate fragrance had Conferred exquis-
lite delight in dimly remembered past.
But she loved hi-nl The proud South
ern girl, the peerless Marion Maham had
contessera she loved him with passion
she ras helpless to control. 1t was true
she had denied his suit. She had even
spoken of her love as bitter sorrow and
a deep reproach. "But she loves me,
and her grief only proves how strong her
love-" thought the young man, texuling-'
ly; and hope, radiant, 1heayen-born hope,
thrilled his heart with exquisite Joy.
"She loves me-! she loves met@and
shall not love, holy love, conquer?-
Sweet heart, poor little futtering heart,
do not struggle so wildly to be free!
Turn from me those soft, pleading eyes!
T cannot, I will not let you go! You
are mine; in the chains of love I hold
you mine; and, oh Marion, loves tyran-
ny is so sweet Go, forget you say.
I cannot forget must cease to live ere
I forget the priceless treasure of your
love, my peerless ..feur de us"
In such ecstacies of hope did the e1@-
ted young man murmur as he paced with
hasty strides the narrow limits of his
chamber until memory recalled the look
of earnest resolve upon the face of
Marion, and the passionate exclamation
which burst from her quivering lips: II
do love you, but will not be your wife,
Hubert Grayw Then the bright flush of
hope which had lighted with momentary
glow the fine features of Col. Gray was
succeeded by an expression Of angry de-
spair,
ssNo, no, she does not love! She is
woman politician! Woman, gentle wo-
man, loses her dearest charm when leav-
ing the safe limits of her empire-home
and casting aside the royal prcrogatives
of mother, wife and daughter, she seeks
with her frail strength, and in her untried
armour to do battle on the rough and
dusty highways with man, declared by
omnipotence creations lord. Then from
her pure, fair brow falls the diadem of
modesty, which had cast around her such
halo of unearthly grace and beauty,
that proud man himself was constrained
to bow before her who, in her humility
alone, could conquer. Ah! it is of such
as these it has been written: The heart
of her husband doth safely trust in her.
"But no, Marion, dearest and loveliest
of your sex, it is not for fame you strive;
YOU do not seek to tread ambitions dam
gerous paths. My country! my peopleP
is your cry. 1t is upon the altar of pa
triotism that love must be sacrificed.
Liberty and patriotism-words of power,
sentiments of grandeur, embodiments of
beauty and glory worthy indeed of a
poets dream, hero's life and woman's
devotion! But alas, alas in this poor
stricken land of ours, it is, I fear, senti-
ment cherished by few-a very few
the pure in heart who, conscious of their
own integrity of purpose and firm adhe-
renee to principle, scorn to deal with
brethren as traitors. Thus the magical
words liberty and patriotism become the.
strongest wires held in the greedy grasp
of the willy politician, whose thoughts,
tending only to ambition, they do plot
unlikely wonders and the faithful devo-
tee of patriotism is left worshipping with
blind idolatry the image only-the life
less image of a grand reality. Thus, the
patriot becomes fanatic, and shall I
without struggle yield life time of
happiness to wild fanaticism? No, no; I
must WOO the gentle enthusiastic so earn
estly and tenderly she will be constrained
to say me, yes But she does not love!
she cannot love, or Hubert Gray would
be all to Marion Maham-home, country,
kindred, friends! Her words, too, were
full of scorn and pride: GO, forget me
q daughter of Carolina may not we'd
Federal soldierp o, no, she cannot love,
for ungentle pride and holy love cannot
dwell together. Naughty girl, will
obey your proud mandate; l will go, and
shame my manhood into forgetting the
scornful Southerner! Proud, scornful,
did say? o, Marion, forgive the angry
words, the ungenerous thought!
"How pale she looked; how deeply
marked the sorrow lines in her sweet,
Young face, and even now hear the ring
of bitter grief in her voice: % Hubert,
Hubert, your people have robbed us of
our glory! A cry of sorrow echoes
through the land, mothers and daughters.
wives and maidens weeping for their
loved and slain. Little children, too
helpless orphans, whose cherub beauty
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