The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1878-05-16
From the Cincinnati Weekly Times.
OUR FRANK AND MY FRANK
Dr THE AUTHOR OF ''rHE DOUBLE I1rr," ETC.
CHAPTER /.
THE LETTERS.

THE LETTERS.
I've seen tho widest tempests blow.
And the darkest storms arise
From summer Syphers breathing low.
And the depth OF azure skies.
Birth, marriage, death, parting, meet.
ing-these are but tfite aud everyday
events; yet through the golden links Of
kindred, they send current of emotion
thi Jugh many hearts, and make epochs
in many lives.
Thomas Williams had sunk to the
floor, aud lay writhing, like one in phys.
icai pain. His face was white, and set,
and deep lines OF agony weIe about his
month. he heid in his right hand, that
twitched convulsively, On open letter,
bling hand, he was gazing, with drv
burning eyes, like one fascinated. Hes
was man subject to slight spasmodical
affections, when under the inauence of
grief or anger.
20, what evil has befallen us. nv
love :" said o delicately beautiful woman
as she foated to his side, and looked at
the pallid brow and convulssd hand !:
"Speak, 0, speak, my love-"
She received no reply, and she look
the letter from the twitching band, and
read the lines that had stricken the
strong man dumb. They ran thus:
DEAR MR. sWILLIAMs-We are be.
reaved, aad borrowing. Your brother.
Francis Marion Williams, departed this
life the 14th Of February. lie remem.
bered you. his twin brother, even ;:, tha.
dread hour, in which he wrestled with
the king of terrors. And he bade me
tell you of the great love he had always
borne You, that time and distance couId
no5 change; and of his strong desire TO
see you once moro, before he passed
away q desire that must remain uufill-
filled, on account Of the long distance
between your homes. But he said again,
with brightly beaming smile, we shalt
meet again. Ifeel, chat must be so. We
shall meet again, where earthborn care
and sorrows that wiring the hearts blood,
drop by drop, can never come. We
shall be happy there. Tell Thomas to
meet me before the great white throne,
With its rainbow lighte, where serapbs,
cherubs, and spirits of Just men made
perfect, will be our cnnnauicns, and
where we shall LOOK upon the face of un-
vailed Deity. And more, dear sir, more
OF sorrow. Your brothers wife followed
him IN few hours; and they were
buried, at the Same time, side by side, in
the Old church-yard that you 30 well
hood, under the willow, planted years
ego by the hand of affection. You will
remember the great dropping wiley ia
the eastern side. They were lovely, and
pleasant in their lives, and in their death
they were not divided. And even now,
when l ;am stricken to earth by this
lightning stroke from o clear sky, / can
sag it. was kind of the All Father to
unite them in death, nor leave one TO
look upon the grave of the; other, and to
live through long years Of loneliness
from youth to age; for they were young
in years. They leave son five years
old, named Francis Marion"
After Ellsn mad finished reading the
letter, she sat like one stunned BY q
heavy blow, with cheek and lip from
which all the blood had receded. She
spoke no word of comfort to her hus-
band, nor did it seem O fitting time to do
30, while that strong tide of sorrow wns
flowing over his soul. Tell not th,,
breaking heart 70 still its wild thFob-
Dihgs. Tell nos one from whose life q
great light has been suddenly stricken
to smile. At last the man found words,
and as he did the hot chords of pain that
bound his eyelids were loosed, and his
tears flowed like rain.
He was my twin BROTHER" he said,
"my only brother-the truest friend ttat
ever man had, ne was to me. 0, how
can l bear to know tt:ut his true, pure
heart beats no more forever, that his
voice of love is stilled, the speaking eye
clesed, snd the beautiful! head !s:I |,
meath the sod And o, how shall I
bear life, with no brother to love, ard to
love mel O, what fatal folly led me so
far awsy fro;;; The home, and the icves CT
my childhood; from the bold. frowning
scenery, the jutting cliffs, the towering
mountains, the laughing valleys, the
dancing streams that loved so we'll in
those happy years. Alas! it was
dream of gold that won me from the
+ dear, old, familiar haunts, and from that
loving o4other. / shall never forget now
he wound his arms about me, and en-
treated me not to leave them; and yet I
left them. o, WAS an migrate, heart
less ingrate."
And again sobs choked that strong
mans voice.
Talk not of grief until you have seen,
The tears of wnrlike men. %
az promised TO return soon," he con-
tinued. 81 had said within myself, over
and over, Twill return next as;..;:ii::::sser. i
will take Ellen, and our Frank, our beau
tiful Frank, and pay the dear old home
and my brother visit Aud had
promised myself, and you, aud the loved
ones there, SO much pleasure from that
visit. Now, alas alas! my brotherl 0,
the love of gold how many loyal hearts
it has broken, and trampled in the dust;
how many beautiful souls it has ruined,
for time and eternityi O., when will
vain, foolish man, born of woman, learn
that love is all he wants to make him
happy, and without that he must be for
ever wretohed, his life intolerable. and
the world about him darker than tenn
pestuous night-a .charnel house-one
universal grave. You never saw my
brother. Ellen. He was anohle.lonkin9
man, d handsome man. Come here,
Frank" and beautiful boy. with jetty
curls and flashing, black eyes, bounded
toward him. "Now, Ellen, look at our
Frank" said the man, tand yor ean see
what my brother was, as long ago as
can remember him clearly. he had the
same jetty curis, the same flashing, black
eye, with defiant glance in its far
depths. lido not think that 1t is because
he is ours, that / think our Frank q
beautiful child. He is really very hand
some. And my brother was . beautiful
AK. ~;fi50iiie child, and - a fTisn much
respected and loved. p
sa The sun was riding in the zenith on o