The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-02-20
TEN DAYS IN LOVE

It was cold night in January. Peo-
pie wire hurrying along through the
binding snow.storm, battling with the
wind that bowled and moaned out by
turns its story of woe.
Huge Remington and his friend Will
liams, glad to be out of the storm, haG
settled themselves in gown and slippers
for quiet evening athoms. The shut
ters were closed and the cnrtains drawn,
and on either side of the hearth war
placed tho favorite chair of each. These
friends had lived together in their
bachelor quarters for more than two
years. Everything in the apartment
showed refined taste and wealth. Some
=, said that it all belonged to Hugh, and
that he rnaSe -. nome for his friend. No
one, however, knew this to be true.
Hugh was quiet and reserved, seldom
spoke of his affairs to any one, never
laid any special claim to anything, bu,
allowed it to appear that all things were
equally shared. After the evening papers
had been read and discussed, the two
sat talking of days gone by, of little
episodes in their lives. Hugh was in q
talking mood, and had told several good
stories of his past life; stopping sud-
denly, he exclaimed:
"Did ever tell You OF my love for
the widow?"
"No," replied Williams. "Let's
have il"
"Well," said Hugh, taking another
cigar and looking very serious as he
leaned back in his great easy-chair, 81
met her in Paris"
"Met who?"
"Oh, never mind who. Be content
that 1 am telling you the story, and
don't ask for names. I thought of her
as 'the widow I! is sufficient title. "
"Well, 1 won't interrupt. Go on. {"
So Hugh continued:
81 was calling upon my old friend
Mrs. Lee, and while waiting for the
servant to take her my card, an odd
piece of brio a-brac standing in the
corner Of the room attracted my atten,
tion. got up and went over to e1-
anime it. While thus engaged, the
door opened. I turned, thinking that
it was Mrs. Lee, when, oh !! what q
beauty met my sightl-so small that
she hooked like child, large deep blue
eyes that came out from under mass
Of light golden curls, small nose, and
q rosebud of mouth. She was dressed
in deep mourning, and I thought, as I
looked at her, that / had never seen a
more beautiful picture. She didn't see
me until I made slight movement,
which startled her. Coming forward, I
said:
"I frightened you, did I not2"
"Yes was not aware that there
was any one in the room. You are wait
ing for Mrs. Leep" And she gave me
the sweetest of smiles, showing most
perfect row OF teeth.
"Before I could answer, Mrs. Lee
appeared, and introduced us. Mrs. -
was making Mrs. Lee short visit prior
to her departure for America. I was
glad of that, as I should then have the
pleasure OF seeing her again.
"The evening passed only too quick.
ly, and I arose with IN apology for stay.
ing so late. Mrs. Lee invited me tc
dine with them informally the next day.
She said her friend preferred being
quiet, 80 they should be quite alone,
You may be sure that accepted the in.
yitation, and was there promptly at the
hour. The widow was more charming
than on the previous evening. I longei
to stop the hours from rolling on. Hav
ing been in the habit of dropping in al
Mrs. Lees at all hours, my frequent
almost daily-visits were not noticed a.
anything strange or unusual. Mrs. Lee
thanked me for coming TO- them in theil
snehness, and the widow would giv'
me one of her sweet smiles, and I wa
thankful in my inmost heart that the,
were lonely, and that it fell to my lot X
cheer them. So the weeks passed, unit
the time came for the departure of Mrs
Lees friend.
"Now I had intended passing month
or two in England before coming home
but when T found that the widow was t.
return in ten days. began to think tina
nv duty called me back to my business
The more thought of it, the more i'm
portaut it seemed to me to 20.
"Do you know of any one going o.
the 15th?' the widow asked me on
evening, in her doye-like way.
HNo one but myself answered