The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1879-10-18
Zaidee CIare's Pride.

Not word had she uttered, not sound
had escaped her lips, but she sat looking
into the speakers eyes with strangely
wistful gaze wholly unlike the proud beauty
who had been the theme of conversation
with almost all of her acquaintance, for
her apparent coldncss and indomitablc will.
"lla"c you no word of congratulation,
Zaidcc; have you nothing to say5" asked
the young girl, looking wondcringly into
the fast whitening face of Zaidec Glare.
81 wish you every happiness in the world,
Dell"
She spoke at last, recovering herself with
an effort.
eve arc to be married in the fall" Dell
continued, turning the brilliant diamond
on her hand, where it flashed like tear,
not noticing the compressed lips and frozen
face before her.
owe shall 60 to Italy and Switzerland,
in fact wherever please, and you may be
sure l shall please to 60 almost everywhere
knew you would be glad it is such a
comfort to have friend to talk to. Re-
member 1t is to be on the fifth OF SeDtcm-
Der. | wish you would be my bridesmaid,
however. shall sec you great many
times before then and we can talk over it, "
With breezy laugh and merry nod the
visitor departed, taking with her all the
sunshine in Zaidcc's life.
Zaidcc Clare was an hciress, young and
Overwhelmingly beautiful, with face and
form of uncqualcd lovclincss.
Her eyes were large and black, not with
the hard brightness that so often accom-
panies eyes Of that color, but great, shining,
Syn11 1nfx hat &> l>Dt,
emotion with a strange fidelity in one so
proud.
She had pretty way, in some it would
look like affcctation, of letting the full white
lids fall slightly, yelling the dreamy glory
OF her eyes that onl y shonc duskily through
the fringe of thick black lashcs.
Her hair was marvellous in its length and
quantity, and of rich brown that ran into
rare, golden lights.
She was, indeed, beautiful, wanting for
nothing that wealth could buy, n naughty,
pctted child of luxury.
With the utter abandonment of her M
turc, she loved Mark Reyburn, and yet
oh, inscrutablc fate-he loved another, at
least so Dell said.
merry ballad, that those around her might
was trying to hide, trying to keep from
long, quivcring sob through her lips.
All! what tomorrow of yesterday
Only last night he was breathing love words
in her ear, his eyes looking dscp into hers
his hands clasping hcrs-and now
He should never know from her what she
suffered. He was not worthy of her love,
ND al, 4 l,or
heart.
Her first impulses was to confront him
with his pcrtidy but his words were smooth
and sweet he might add to his SIN with
falschoOd
All, no she could never believe in him
again, or in anyone, she thought, sadly /;
and the thought of seeing him was TOO
much she could not bear it.
Used to her whims and fancies, her
parents thought nothing of her sudden an
nounccment that she was going to see her
Aunt Jeannic in her quiet, out -of-thc-way
little seaside home.
"When arc you going my dear ?" asked
her mother
''Now. am tired of city life. l believe
am tired of everything" was the rather
impatient answer.
"What shall say to Mark when he
comcs2"
"Nothing. Just hand him this notc; it
contains sufficient explanation"
The mother looked sharply into the I'M
readable face of her daughter, and inwardly
sighed as she thought she pcrccivcd,a trace
of pain and unrest in her voice.
Such strange fancy, my dear. You
will bury yourself entirely there" =
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somehow long for the salt sea air, and to
see the waves come and go, and to run my
hand in the sand, and let it sft through
my fingers like rain Of gold, just as I did
when child Mother, wish we were
always children. ~.
A qulver in tho steady voice alone be-
traycd emotion, and the next minute she
was out Of the room, making full prepara-
tion to go, and as sunapproachable as rock,
giving orders here and there about her
plants and birds in her usual self contained
manner. MA
Three hours later found her on her way.
The house belonging, tof her aunt and
uncle was a quaint little cottage, built of
gray stone, with wide, airy rooms, and full
of hooks and crannics. 1t stood on an
cminence that fronted tho sea, whose beat
ing, surging voice iullcd the inmates to
sleep at night--except when storm arose ;
then 1t was too awe-inspiring and fearful
for any one to slumber, or do aught else
but listen to it's wild, dull roar as it dashed
itself to pieces on the rocks, as If in despair,
rcceding only to gather fresh strength and
force to run up on, the land again, breaking
into thousand foam flowers That blossomed
but to die.
Her aunt welcomed her cordially. Zaidce
had always been a favorite with her, ard
the sight OF her loved face seemed to bring
sunshine into the lonely cottage.
The months passed away, and still Zai-
dee fingered, dreading the time when she
must go.
Already the letters from homo were beg