The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-04-13
"I did not purpose to sell my affec-
tions," said Harry, interrupting him ab-
ruptly, and speaking in hurt voice.

lions, SalQ Harry, lHterruptihS Hini oo
ruptly, and speaking in hurt voice.
Hubert observing the same proud look
on Harry's face which had glowed with
momentary anger ON that of his sister
the evening before, fastened to say in a
voice of apologetic entreaty: "Take my
aid as loan, only as loan, to return
whenever it suits you" Then, reproach-
fully, he continued: Gam I not your
adopted brother? Would you refuse aid
from Southernerw
The proud look was gone from Harry's
face, and he answered very gently: 81
thank you, dear Hubert, and appreciate
your noble and delicate generosity, but l
cannot accept your offer. I do not think
would accept it under the present cir
cumstances from Southerner, for have
no prospect now of ever repaying loan
of any considerable value. But must
be truthful, Hubert, and confess that
although I love and esteem you as man,
friend, a brother, yet I would not will
ingly place myself under pecuniary obli-
cations to Federal soldier. Our wounds
are still fresh and bleeding, and we natu-
rally shrink from every touch. Time,
with its healing, soothing power, in
soaring over these wounds, may change
my feelings; I know not, for cannot
fathom them. Indeed, in these things 1
know not my own heart, so filled it seems
to be with contrary emotions. But, HUI
bert, my friend, my brother, I know do
esteem, honor and thankyou! But"
"The chasm is still too wide and deep
for human hands to bridge. The love of
God only operating in the hearts OF
erring men can impel us to leap the
yawning gulf, whose dark waters, seeth-
ing and foaming, cast up perpetually the
mine and dirt of our corrupt hearts-em-
ulations, wrath, strife and bitter envy
ings," said Hubert, interrupting Harry,
and speaking sadly. "But, Harry, should
the time ever come that I can assist you,
and you are not still too proud to accept
a brothers aid, will you appeal TO Hubert
Gray@
ri will, Hubert, I will most surely !!
But do not fear poverty, for am not
rich in youth, and strength, and hope,
and love?" said Harry, his face glowing
with manly pride and courage.
Hubert sighed; how gladly he felt
would he have exchanged his gold for
Harry's wealth of hope and love.
"Yonder, yonder comes the train! We
are just in time to catch it," cried Harry.
Goodbye, Harry"
"Good-bye, Hubert!"
The friends had wrung each others
hands hardly, and parted.
The train had come and gone. The
crowd of busy, anxious, eager faces which
had gathered at the depot, were gone,
too. Harry stood alone as if rooted to
the spot on which he had said goodbye
to his noble friend. Harry, the once gay,
light-hearted, careless Harry Maham was
lost in reverie. His heart was crowded
with thoughts and feelings which, as he
himself said and said truly, he could not
understand, so contrary were they in
their varied and varying emotions
Love, gratitude, respect and admiration
were the sentiments he entertained for
Hubert Gray; but he grieved that his
friend was on the wrong side, as he called
it. Strange, strange, indeed" said the
young man, musingly, 'four years ago, I
would have sworn it impossible that
truth, honor, magnanimity and heroic
courage could adorn the character of one
who would take up arms against US. But
so it is. All these are Hubert Gray's.
He is a man, take him for all in all; l
shall not look upon his like again : and
sure I am, among his people there are no
more like him. His virtues are the op-
posites of their vices. He would not
trample upon the weak" Softly, inter
rupting the harsh words, and mingling
with the solemn dirge of the old majestic
pines, came a gentle whisper, CHARITY
hopeth all things, endureth all things. u
But the gentle whisper fell unheeded, fol
lifting his eyes towards the old church,
undcrwhose shadow the dust of genera
tions of loved ones rested, he thought Of
them-those brave old fathers, whose
courage and endurances, with Gods
blessing, had won so fair a heritage fol
their children; and .e gentle mothers
of the past who had rocked heroes in
their arms. The thought, too, of his OWL
loved father, brother and comrades whose
graves, scattered throughout the weeping
land, were watered by the tears of loving
but stranger hearts. Then a feeling oi
inexpressible bitterness swelled his breast
and he murmured angrily and audibly
''Their children's right is freedom Tt
wrest it from us, is the work of i'll gotten
power in the hands of envious, greedy
tyrants, towards and false-hearted trai
torsw Then again came the same sweet
and solemn voice with the pine trees
moan: "Bless your enemies"
The sweet, low voice of admonitior
touched a responsive chord in the impul
sive heart of the young soldier. With
deep reverence, and in holy awe, Harry
bowed his uncovered head, until the
whispered words seemed to have dice
away among the white stones of the ole