The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1879-11-11
lFrom OUR SECOND CENTURY,
A BROK EN- HEART.
A TRUE STORY.

| can never forget the first time saw
Caleb Grcenough-wc were then fellow
students ut Harvard; we became chums
after short acquaintance, and our mutual
intercourse was tho foundation of friend
ship so strong and disntcrcstcd as can
only exist between two men whose minds
naturally flow in the sumo channels of
thought and cultivation.
Caleb was the only son of an American
gentleman whose name and reputc were rs
well il not better known in Europe than at
home. His father was wealthy, enormous
ly SO when we first met, but in the course
OF our college career, when his whole soul
and energy was devoted to but one object
law and history, rcvcrses came; his father
lost his fortune and Caleb was thrown on
his own resources. Our worthy President,
knowing the circumstances, offered to allow,
my friend to finish his course, and pay back
to Alma Mater the money advanced, rs soon
and whenever ho was able. 1t was hard
struggle to decide which course to pursue,
accept kind President Fclton's offer or 90
into the world and fight for himself alone
and unaidcd; but, after Il faw days con-
sidcration, my old friend called on the
President, Thanked him for his kindness
but refused the same.
a business opening he made for himself.
Frank, genial and open-hcartcd, he left us
and many a regret We felt as we bade q sad
farewell to our old companion and class
mate
Shortly after leaving college business
called him to Paris, and we heard, at the
samc time, of his success and engagement
to one Of our American bol!cs
Last summer, after lapse of twenty
years, wo met again at Chainounix-but
my friend was hardly to be recognized.
Though but forty his hair was white, his
form was more that belonging to Il man of
advanced years than TO one III the prime of
life, his eye alone retained its youthful
~gfancc-yct had an expression SO kimi and
yet SO sad that tho stranger nj once became
interested, watching long that face, which,
though not handsome, was fascinating to
the last degree.
We sat long after midnight in the balmy
ar on the hotel piazza the rays Of the full
moon shining over the valley, talking ear
ncstly of our old college days Many in
quiries Caleb nlado after old friends, and
as now and then he would ask for some
particular one, would inform him that lie
had already joined the long list OF those
that were no more. / asked him about
himself, how tho world had treated him,
but was unable to obtain any information,
and noticing that my inquiries troubled or
panied him, turned the subject, and spoke
of my proposed trip among the Alps.
"Those mountains are old friends of
minc," said Caleb; 'there is not a nook or
corner have not visited, not peak save
Mt. Rosa Or tho Matterhorn have not as
cended, and in tho month we arc together
will take you to the points of most in
terest."
So we journeyed together, sometimes on
foot, sometimes on mules, enjoying the
braclng air, the wild and superb scenery,
till at last wo reached Intcrlaken-thc most
beautiful of all Swiss villages. Wo stopped
at the Victoria, and Caleb not feeling we'll
/ took a room opening into his. Daily we
proposed starting but daily my old friend
became weaker, and to me 1t was evident
that he was not long for this world. His
disease no doctor could fathom, and as thoy
felt his pulse which had now become feeble
+. they prescribed medicine after medicine, all
Of which regularly bought, but mono OF
which Caleb would take.
''Their science is OF no avail to me,
Frank" he would say with sweet smilc,
~ feel that my days are numbered and
before long shall be no more"
"It is there I am sick," he ono day add
cd, touching his heart with his now weak
Z hand ''therel" tried to encourage--to
y cheer him up, but TO no avail; he would
d only smile softly and tcnderly upon me as
& If to say "Why encourage a man when you
4 know 1t is TOO late"
81 August was drawing to It's close, my
4 friend was lying by tho open window, tho
4 sun and warm air apparently cheering hin,
! as lie gazed with longing eyes OH the gay
and happy promenaders; Of a sudden he
gave start, a low painful cry which
brought me to his bedside. He was sitting
upright, his eyes fixed on two ladies In tho
IN the garden below. Frank" he said,
falling back exhausted, "Frank, follow
those ladies and find ont who thoy are,
where they arc staying" and then ho closed
his eyes.
i Feeling convinced TINT In soiDc unao-
conntable way my friends past lifc, which
he seemed so loath to talk about, was con-
nectcA with the ladies referred to, / rushed
4 out In quest of tho information, and sooi,
ascertained them to be Mrs. and Miss
81 McC Clcrmont, Of Baltimore. Caleb treni-
bled all over as ! told him the names, his
Is frame shook like o tree when swayed by