The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-03-16
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+; BY ola CAROLINE"
CHAPTER XII.
"Oh!,'tis one scene Of parting here,
Loves watehword is-farewell"

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"@ohl tits one scene of parting here,
- Loves watchword is-farcwell"
Annie ST. Julien, with her mothers
pure, ethereal beauty, had also inherited
her, delicate constitution. In the sad
and unlooked-for death of her betrothed
her nervous system had received shock
from whichi it never Although
life had lost its brightness in the blight
of her fond hopes and sweet anticipa.
tiops. yet .shs. sorrowed deeply to leave
her beloved father to, mourn his, ."broken
idol" andawith Christian heroism and
patience. she, struggled brayely to throw
off the, insidious, disease which slowly,
but surely took frmer hold each day o1
its victim. Poor Doctor st. Julien In
anguish of soul he watched and tended
his darling child, and when every effort
to cure seemed vain and fruitless, ne took
advantage of the first opportunity which
offered to leave Charleston, and with
anxious solicitude bore his precious in
valid across the broad Atlantic to far
famed Italy, trusting. beneath her soft,
blue. skies to find a balm to cure the
wasting frame and the wounded heart.
Jessie Ferguson accompanied her uncle
and cousin. To Annie she became a de:
voted and untiring nurse, and to DR.. st.
Julien a; ,watchfnl and sympathizing
friend. In her wild, rompibg, girlish
days, poor Jessie had often offended her
kind uncle's nice sense Of polished pro-
priety, but love and sorrow had so tanned
her 7exhuberant gaiety that the rattle-
brain girl had become the thoughtful,
selfsacrifcing woman on whom Doctor
St. Julien learned torely for good judg-
ment and .womanly tact.
Upon their first arrival in what they
would feign have believed Land of
Promise, Dr.. .St. Julien went from place
to place, lingering wherever the carna-
tion deepened on the cheek of his child,
dreaming the so oft deceiving dream that
itwas surely the rosehue of health. At
last, when too weak and weary to travel,
the sufferer begged they might rest in
Beautiful Florence" until permitted to
return to loved Carolina, and their find
her last resting place under the shadow
of old st. Michaels walls.
Thus in pretty, unpretending villa
just outside Of the city, we find the Doc
tors family pleasantly located with an
agreeable English family. 1t was one
ofthe very loveliest of May afternoons
the air came through the open windows
deliciously soft and balmy, ladened with
the perfumed breath of myriads of flow
ers.. But the charming weather and the
music of the sweet-singing birds failed
to please our American friends. 1t had
been, to then. day of anxious sorrow
and suspense. Throughout the whole of
the previous night, and that long, sad
morning, their sweet Annie seemed to be
dying. About noon she became easier,
and had fallen into a broken slumber.
Added to the grief they felt for their
loved ones approaching departure from
them, DIR. st. Julien and his niece had
been tortured for more than week by
rumors of the surrender of the Confeder-
ate forces. That day, alas, they had
been confirmed! An American mail had
brought one letter from Marion, written
when the, Federals were in c., and
forwarded by Col. Gray; but of course
their only accounts of the surrender were
therpalignant and triumphant reports of
Yankee newspapers.
".Ahp' thought Jessie, bitterly, 'sit is
the story of another Poland; we have
been conquered by numbers, and our
enemies seem osbe, alike destitute of
generosity and chiyalry, for surely, sure
ly victor can afford to Be msgnanimous,
and not mock fallen foe!' -.
DR.. st. Julien and his niece agreed to
conceal from Annie the mournful tidings
from their 1ropgedi and: crushed land.
They would not add smother drop of;sor-
row to;thg fa5l cup Of the. patient sufferer.
AS Jessie saIsfn the darkened chamber,
sad and depressed. in heart, but with a
face as calm and still as the face which
nature wears after storm, the low tones
of Annie's voice sounding clearer than it
had done for weeks, broke the quiet of
the sick room:
"Jessie, dearest, where you? Please
draw back the curtain, and let me look
once more upon the sparkling waters of
the romantic NArho; rushing so swiftly
and gayly to perform its mission, and in
smiling, glances of grateful joy giving
back every ray Of sunlight that brightens
its silvery current ere it reaches the sea,
the deep, deep bosom, where it gladly
empties, loses itself and is at rest! But"
she said, suddenly changing her flow Of
thought, and fixing her bright, soft eyes
scarchingly. on her. fatheJs face: is'You
have had news from home, have you not,
papa?"
"My Birdie has been very sick, and
must not talk much this afternoon. Let
me smooth the pillows for this poor little
aching head" said the Doctor, evasively
"Please, dear papa, excuse me, but
must talk just little, and this afternoon
too, for I cannot stay with you much
longer. Your BRIDES wings will soor
be plumed for her upward fight to realms
of celestial light and glory. You seek