Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1877-08-22

who had made money by selling
whisky to niggers; the grand.
daughter of another Cracker who
had been lower than niggers; the
representative of q caste which his
caste looked upon aspurely noxious
or contcmptible. Surely no was
not bound to be us delicate with
such pottery as with the fine porce-
lain of chivalry. So he let her adore
him.
81 wish ! was as putty rs You be-
she often said, gazing straight into
his Grccian face.
! At other times il was, 81 lay
awake three hours las nigh, study.
in bout you Or again, 81 couldn't
git to sleep till nigh morni1 for
| firurin' what You was up to.s
what You was up tor meaHt
What your intentions are" For
Luce, although she knew that there
was great social gulf between her
and lltef-l,eatt,- wotid persist tn
imagining a future of marriage. She
sometimes hoped that her fathers
! pxoperty would fill mp the separating
abyss; and she told Mayfield about
it more than once, giving him, with
piteous insistettre, the number Of
acres and niGgers, and the value
thereof in doslars;- perhaps, indeed,
SHE magnified the "demnitiOn total"
q little.
Above the ieafy bank which
frontcd these two adventuritig chill.
dren, as they sat in their love nest
beside the Saluda, there was u little
cleared plateau on which the Con.
gregationalists of .SomervuIe had
built their tabernacle and laid out
their battle-ground. In that ceme-
terry one breezy March afternoon
Parson Seymour performed the last
earthly rites over the remains Of
Martha fOrtncr, "the lamented and
pions consort" of GOWan fortuer,
one of the pillars Of his little church.
On his way from the house of
mourning TO the grave the minister
had been astonisned and panied by
a remark of the bereaved husband,
which show how little d elicacy of
soul one may acquire even under
the constant droppings Of the sane
tuary. Mr.. Former, o short and
stumpy old man, being q little lame
with rheumatism and having no
adult relative present TO lean upon,
had taken his pastors arm in order
the more comic, tably to lead tho
solemn procession.
ayes, Parson, Pm left nightly
alone,' he sighed in answer to some
other worldly suggestion. otis o
powerful loppin' of for me. / sEah
feel the loss of Miss Fortner might.
I ffy. An, f'arson, I'd be mighty
much obliged to ye eff you'd Game
somebody that you think fittep to
fill her place. Not now, Parsou. We
orter be thinkjn' of other things
now. At y fifteen time, farson, at q
fifteen tiihe~s
AS the clergyman departed aften
the concluded service, he meditated
sadly upon this request, unparalleled
even in his large experience of hard
and narrow types of humanity.
Then he reflected huNbiy that
neither was he free from unworthy
thoughts on funeral occasions, call.
ing to mind how, while his mouth
was opened in prayer beside the
grave, his eyes had dwelt with grief
on the neglected exterior of his
church, and he had iOnged for some
white paint whercwith to cure its
weather. stained .eprosy. Grieving
over such instability OF devotional
feeling, he Nt a need of the solem-
nifty OF solitude. Instead, therefore,
Of walking home by th@ now bah
bling highway, he turned aside and
descended lonely path toward the
banks OF the SSaIuda.
Imagine hin in this serious frame,
loo king access the black stream a.
across {. Stygis n river, and Witness
ing an exchange of ligH<. minded
kisses between his student ward and
that wild Luce Radtlie. The startled
good man felt an hysterical desire
to scream aloud over world which
ut the moment seemed to him more
one of sin than of sorrow. Then he
became ashamed for those two, and
did not want; them tosSee that they
had been discovery i'm their folly
and reascended hastily tho covering
shadows of the slOpe.
i Concluded nerff Feck. -