The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-02-22

shadexoyer 1lsSeYes ETAo Vas seateo
upon bench il the square.
"Yes, ma'amselle," said the servant in
French, "that is the blind gentleman
wiio IL here Under the care of Or. Bon
'iiairs: esBur Il 'ienbt drsadfGlt', 90 Band.
ssome.--.so strong and ,hopeseaaS Biihd4'
"Hopelessly bllndS" .,,:..,
$50 they say. He was injured by the
workthat she did~ine work that tried
his eyes. I do not know what it was.
And. he came here to DR.. Bonnaire,
hoping to be cured. But it is'useless
he can never see again" !' - '''e ',1 ~
spoke, and, crossing the piazza, stepped
slightlY down the steps and straight to the
bench upon which the, blind man was
-seatedi::-=sSft iithous preface ce;5Hithoat-iutro.
duction .she said II think, sir, Irecog-
niEeE yop Is $as geptleman who placed :
child in school in Connecticut some
wears ago--s school where was q teacher
for some time"
The sightless eyes were turned quickly
toward the speaker.
81 was deeply interested in such q
chi child; q, Can you give me any tld'nss OF
ssShe left theschool 10 travsl With Mrs.
Elwyn, an elderly lady in feeble health.
Before she had been six months with Mrs.
Elwyn that lady WAS. convinced that she
had found the child OF a very dear sister,
who had eloped from home years before,
and whose life and death had been ever
.shf0udedrin mystery. Further inquiry
only confirmed the facts, as the child
remembered them; and when Mrs.
Elwyu died here, in Nice, six months
ago, she left her entire property to
Beatrice Moore, her niece"
.."Then, Trixy is an heiress 7" =, ..,.
r-aaYEes.~-fe isrone-Ofs sthe'-marselel ls.disa
.pensations Of Providence, we dare call
THAT took Mrs. EfvYnt I'd! tide
school,. There, Trixy's strong. .resem.
blance to her lost sister frst attracted her
notice., and she ;enquired. about her.
she: was anxious 10 obtain .etr1-
.ployment, she engaged heras conpan-
ion for travelling trip :" -.2e..;.' .
II am very glad!a Doy oyoukniow NJ wi where
she is.7"'
"a little hand fell lightly apons one
lying on the knee Of. Martin Bruce, and
his was lifted to toucha soft, round cheek.
A voice io@ sndEtefdsb sa;dfvgY sdtly.
"Have you forgotten 7"
"Trixy?" he exclaimed. r'I have
never forgotten; you. But yoi,t are mo
longer the little. child 1 Left six years
ago"
''I am d woman now But you will not
send me from you. You wifi 'iet me re.
main beside you, and be your eyes and
hands 7" "a. -. .i--s..4i,hs = ,i..lj 80
"Ah, Trixy, not-s Your youth aud
beauty-for / know you are beautiful
must never be taxed by such q heavy
charge. Do you. know that ir less than a
year IshaI haresp fpdsa shQmeinS ,
charity asylum? You win Come some.
times and read to melthere, perhaps? :"
: "Neverh 9wih;ne9er come 70 a ehari-
:ty asylum t6-see- you, You bseaEmy
heart when you talk SOP
bei,yt sX5 ssysd aF'!S ePas 'ss' W eePf T.
Trixy's lip quivered at the attempt to
speak Id the old, CHEEKY tonest6at had
aaf syss wsrea dim WIFI fsays assi she
spoke7agaih. hbping y. Estt slpnts bright.
ness to- the .darkenedy yHfe..3ise, ss.TC. .a..
Poor blind Martin Bruce, who had
lifted her from the darkest misery and
suffering ,tn1place her where her. aunt'had
discovered and adopted her-her bene-
factor and only friend-a helpless, blind
psWVRss Wss @6arEl Ga: Ass5oaaaaas
heart thralsdNitb psin an 81 4 aloyes anas d
that gratitude of years suddenly con-
fronted her in new form-the love of
her woman's hearth She realized sud-
denly sarcihlyss 'hat5,iS MaaEtlP aEy g. BiSes :;
void neversB be HNsd:S Pity aud graft
,tude seemed only feeble names when love
sprung jhp1 1sr6ng ahd trneJ a1aI Irti5y
recognized its power.
But sill maidenly reticehce held her
silent for. many days every one M Of which 81
Bruce, winning answering love by her
tender care for his helpIessness, her
sparkling conversation, her womanly
It was strange courtshipp, where the
woman wooed, wherethe map, ,yorshippsd,
Little BY little, Martin Bruce acknowl.
edged to his own heart fhat Che loss soi
his eyes was light compared with the loss
he anticipated-the loss of Trixy's voice
and Trixy's touch. The summer was
coming, Iand theaqctoE yas psgingesMsE,
tin Bruce to try the effect Of some famous
German baths, when Trixy Received let.
ters, from New York. that necessitated
her return to Hook after aomeE of;ahel
aupt's property+si taoa: bca isac ea' u; +
The prospect of separation nerved het
as.no other prospect .eouldihavej jdone
and she sought the bench where she
had met Martin Bruce daily, with reso'
luton that9uiade 4her cheeR burn.
"Martin,r :shel said .gantiyso tshnt. few
women dare to take their fe'shsppiness
into their own handwriting, hoping
till another, comes to put it before them
A maiden may not WOO, they say, ana &c
they wait till their hearts grow sick fol
fear they may be- Thought unmaideniy.' .
Here she paused, watching the pallor
the breathless eagerness of the face lifted
toward her. y - 5e"',-..' ,a'
"Trixy,"h lover said, "you deceive
yourself. You think gratitude forces yor
tor- LC.1L 80 !~.!p!-S = !:-.1'. fI'''a :! =!
4 soft hand closed his lips lips" a, i,f' g. %
"Do you love me-. Martini"
with my.whole hearth
"h.s I love you?'. .-- J Q -
"Trixy, I dare rot take you at you
word"
/ 4But yoa mill?l Ihaya. loved you fo'
|six years, Martin. ! will not ape yot
1as she ysps Eef wosd. Tadssivs'