The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1879-02-14

| tiiat sue SO Valueuj you nau no time f0r
those little attentions that woman so dearly
prizes you had no time for an occasional
caress or word of eudearment that would
have cheered her ia many a long, lonely
hour, and the mere memory of which would
have sustained her through suffering aud
through wcariness. No, you had no time
for trlfies like these; and you could not re-
member-proud man that you were-that
her nature was not like your nature, and
that those things were as necessary to her
existence as dew is to the dropping flower
AS the warm sunlight to the ripening
grain-as the draught of cool water to the
pilgrim, fainting in the wilderness. You
could not remember all this, and Amy pined
| day by day; her cheek grew pale and her
step more languid Do you say she should
have had more strength of mind than to
have been affected by such slight causes /?
tell you she could net help it. Talk
OF strength of mind to neglected wife
Woman's true strength lies in her affec
tions; and if wounded there she will
droop aud wither, just as surely as does
the vine, when rudcly torn from the tree
to which it ing. She may struggle
against it long and, for while, successfully !;
the eye of man may mark no change upon
lip or brow butt ,oiW come at last!
Amy slept in the church yard: and the
daughter who was graded on her breast
that winter evening when VIC saw hct last,
slept beside her. Frederick alone was left
to Andrew Gordon, and he loved him with
all the love he had to spare from his Golfers.
Had the sen learned the lesson that the ia
thcr was to teach him? We shall sec :
One evening" at the close of a long,
bright summer day. about sixteen years
from the date when our story commences,
young man-who appeared as if he
might be just entering the fifth lustrum of
his life-might have been seen lettering
along by the banks of stream that came
laughing and leapinS down the mountain
| side, at some distance from the dwelling of
Andrew Gordon. He had gun upon his
shoulder, but his game.bag was empty and
the pretty gray squirrels hoped from tree
to tree, rabbits stared curiously at him
with their bright, saucy eyes, and even the
wild partridge huttered around him-un.
harmed, while he wandered on, wrapped in
a somewhat moody reverie.
His thoughts seemed to be very variable
partly sad and partly glad for, at ono
moment there would be cloud upon his
brow, look of doubt and irresolution-and
the next, smile would break over his face,
.making it remarkably pleasing in its tran.
sicnt expression. His figure was tall and
graceful and his hair-that was black as
night-fcll over forehead that would have
been almost too white, had not the sun
kissed it rather warmly.
1t would have been difficult to have rec
OInlZeQ in himOur old friend OF
Gordon, the hero of tho cob. house-yet
when that transient smile, of which we
have before spoken, played over his features,
the light in his dark eyes was the same as
that which bcamcd there when-pleading
for story-he sprung joyfuly to his moth.
er's side.
He sauntercd along for an hour or two,
deeply buried in thought. At length
"She is very lovely" he murmurcd to
himself, as if unconsciously. "Shc is, in.
deed, very lovely! What pity it is that
Dame Fortune has not added few money
bags to the list of her charms for, portion
less as she is, she sorely tcmpts one to play
the fool. came very near committing
myself last night at that boating party
What with the slow, dreamy motion of the
boat, the moonlight sparkling ON the waters,
the heavy shadows on the opposite shore,
in short, the exquisite beauty of the whole
scene, combined with Lily's almost ethereal
lovcliness, all the romance of my nature
and really believe / possess tolerable
share-was aroused and | nearly lost sight
of my fixed purpose to marry rich wife,
if any: Yet, after all, does she not possess
the truest wealth ?" he added, Sand I am
almost sure she loves me- Pshaw I won
der what my good father would say to non.
sense like this ?' and again he became lost
in thought.
For nearly an hour he remained sitting
upon the stump Of large oak, that had
together with many othcrs-fallen victim
to the progress Of civilization, with his head
resting upon his hand, and bis eyes fixed
on vacancy.
Suddenly, he was startled by the report
OF gun-a moment, and faint scream
fell upon his ear there was the quick tread
of bounding feet, the crashing of branches,
and large deer rushed franticly through
the thickct, and paused moment, painting
and breathlcss, almost at his side. He had
only time to perceive that it was terribly
wounded, when the antlered head was
raised for an instant, the quick ear caught
the distant bayipp of the hounds and tbe