The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-03-16


felt SO still and peaceful" After short
pause, as if for rest, the dying girl spoke
again: "I give you back this precious
book you gave me, mammals Bible. II
has been my charter and chart to the
glorious home where will soon be with
mamma and Walter, in the presence Of
our Saviour. There, in that home OF
eternal joy, we will watch to give you
glad welcome, my darling papa! Do
not grieye too much when l AMI gone
OH believe me, it is best! If your
Birdie fingers here, your ears will hear
no music but the Brides song, and the
Saviour'l gentle bidding, Come unto
me- will fall unheeded; the Crown must
rest upon the Cross"
Addressing her cousin she said: "Jes-
sic, please hand me my ecrin. I would
like to send a keepsake to all the loved
ones at home" To each friend and old
servant souvenir was sent; then, lifting
a diamond and pearl set from its soft bed
of rose colored cotton, (the same costly
set which had adorned her own pure and
delicate beauty on the eventful night OF
her betrothal, she handed it to her cous-
in: "Take these jewels, Jessie, keep and
wear them as tokens of Annie's grateful
love; wear. them on your bridal night,
darling-nay, little coz, do not blush SO
brightly; it is no crime to love, and I
guess of a boy in gray who thinks often
of Jessie's bright eyes," she playfully
whispered, as Jessie stopped to kiss her
thanks.
''This miniature in medallion of Wal
ter, take to Marion. well know how
she will prizeit. This ring"-and for the
first time there was tremulous under
tone of sadness in the sweet voice, and
the little thin hand trembled as she drew
off her engagement ring-"take it to Wal
ter's gentle mother with a daughters
love" ~" 9
One glittering tear-drop hung on the
dark lashes of the still beautiful girl, as
she sank hack YEARLY on her pillows and
softly murmured: "Now am done with
earth--earth's sorrows, earfh's cares.
Nothing more to do but g
"Lio still, elinsing to my Fathers breast,
In perfect rest"
A few days more of patient suffering
and the cherished friend and idolized
child was numbered with the dead. Her
wish to rest beside her mother "within
the hallowed bounds" of the old church
yard, where are heard the chimes of St.
Michael's bells, was not granted the gen.
tie girl. In quiet spot, shaded by beau
tiful laurels, close by the shining river
she so loved to gaze upon, a simple slab
of white marble marks the grave of sweet
Annie st. Julien.
Doctor St. Julien did not think it ad-
visable to return home before autumn,
and feeling unwilling that his niece
should lose the only opportunity she
would perhaps ever again enjoy of travel
and sightseeing in the Old World, he
determined to devote the summer and
early fall months to that purpose. They
had made few very pleasant acquain-
tances in Florence. One, French no
bleman, Comte de R, had became a
frequent visitor at the villa. His family,
he said, claimed with pride their descent
from the Protestants of Navarro, and he
was sure he could prove the Doctor and
his fascinating niece to be of his kindred.
When Comte de R learned that the
Docter intended travelling on the CONT
nent, and making hurried tour through
England and Scotland, he eagerly pre-
ferred request that he would be permit
ted TO make one of their party. Doctor
St. Julien expressed himself pleased, and
Jessie was gratefully glad that her uncle
had secured companion so gentlemanly,
so genial and so well informed as Comte
de R; one whose intelligent and ami
mated conversation she. trusted would
while away many an hour, which would
else be devoted to the sad retrospection
of lost happiness. The Doctor could not
forget his lost darling. In those beauti-
full lands, the birthplaces of painters,
sculptors and poets, everything recalled
his fair and gifted child, whose apprecia-
tive mind would have revelled in the
wonders and beauties which surrounded
them. Although suffering bitter grief,
DR.. st. Julien, with noble unselfshness,
sought to hide within his heart, to bury
from human ken in its deepest recesses,
his unavailing regrets. Fearing their
sad bereavement would destroy the en-
joyment of Jessie, he bent all of the
faculties of his finely cultivated mind to
instruct and amuse her; and we'll did she
reward his generous efforts by her ardent
appreciation as we'll as her tender and
delicate sympathy in his affliction.
Jessie threw herself with enthusiastic
delight into the magical world of nature,
art and romance which was opened to
her bewildered gaze and her ardent i'm
agination. The works of the inspired
artists, the creations of Raphael, Guido,
Angelo and others, she contemplated
with tender reverence and unalloycd
delight. But amid the ruins of mon
arches and cities, musing over the de-
cline and fall of the great powers of the
past, she was awed and gloomy. Within
the crumbling walls of the Coliseum