The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-02-26

to partakc; for it was 10 him hkE
the hand of fate that he had beer
led to the nome which cnshrineC
such a maiden.
Never, in his wanderings over
land or sea, had his eyes rested or
one so beautiful, and like somt
blossom that remains folded in it,
crypt for years and then bursts al
once into love-compelling beauty
so die his heart open to receive i'll
to it sweet Marion's image.
She could not but feel the in
fucnce Of his magnetic glance
and color stole softly into hel
cheeks and the blue eyes scarcely
dared lift themselves from out the
ambush of the fringed lids as she
listened to his conversation with
them. Why did her heart auttcI
SO with pleasure when he accepted
an invitation TO remain until The
I morrow? She was glad to sock
!! the solitude Of her room to ques-
tion and chide herself. What had
, this fiery, eyed stranger 70 do with
her simple cottage life ? Yet the
memory Of those burning glances
! would come back and Gll her soul
with sweetness:
| Al! unwitting Of the true at,
traction, farmer McGrcgor re-
spondcd to the young mans ex-
pressed desire to try his hands at
the birds upon the surrounding
moors for few days, by cordial
invitation 10 him to remain as
his guest.
In his sturdy pride j: meyer en-.
tered his mind that his child
would thin1 Of lifting her eyes to
that Of q dark Stranger, who,
though to his knowledge a man Of
rank and consequence, was not all
to his taste in looks, with such
midnight dark hair and eyes, and a
complexion like a Spaniard, though
he we'll liked to talk with him
and listen TO his tales Of other
lands and cities.
80 IT. came upon him like a
shock, when after the strangers
stay had iepg;heoed into weeks,
i he sought him one morning and
told him the real attraction. 1t
was his pearl-his lilIy-!t was
Marion.
The old mans lips opened at
first f"" . burst Of anger, but he
was his guest. He had eaten of
his SALT. He controlled himself and
answered quietly, but with a firm
ness which argued i'll for the
young mans suit.
my daughter must marry in
her own station, when the time
comes, She's DER young yet to
make her choice. You do Us hon
or, sir, by your proposal; but thel
time will come when you viii
thank me for seeing the folly of
this unseemingly union"
Sir, she shall be cherished as
she deserves to be, il you will only
give her to me. The DeMornays
wero never known to be aught
but o. chivalrous race. Think
again, l beg you. [ love your
daughter so truly that it can but
be that she returns it. Such a
fire could not burn without crea
ting at least shadowy fame"
"Ha7e you not spoken to Ma
rion yourself %
1T is the custom of my coun:
try to speak first with the father, :"
and the young man raised bis
head proudly TO meet the old far
mor's questioning look. Il have
sought you first"
THAT is well, I should II like
to have my daughter unhappy.
l wish you we'll, sir, and success
in all else you undertake."
"The wish, without the gift !
seek, will be but little good. You
take the spring out Of my life, and
then hope the machinery will
work"
There was a bitter sting in his
voice AS he spoke, but Duncan Nc
Gregor was uumoved. Marion
was bis one little lamb, and no
stranger could claim her, unless it
was u youth after his own heart.
True to his code Of honor, Louis
departed without telling Marion
of his feelings, although he did
not intend to give her up.