The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1880-12-16
LOVE AND HOPE.


name the admirers Of E-tclle Glynd0n
had given to her, and. petted and praised
for her grace and beauty rs she had al
ways been, it was hardly to be wondered
at that the girl had come to the age of
eighteen with conviction that not for her
were the trials Of life.
AS she stands now, beneath the shade
of the old oak which guards her favorite
seat the most casual observer could not
help but pronounce bar rarely beautiful.
But the lovely mouth is marred by n
hauty expression, rs with averted head
she listens codly to the young man by
her side.
II is Douglass Macdonald, and in ear
nest tones he is speaking thus:
ooh, Estellc. can it be that have de-
ceived myself in thinking that you cared
for me? Ar all this summer, in which
have been foolishly happy, have you
only been plaSipgwith me IT cannot be
true; you cannot be so heartless ] have
been told that Foster Severnc is the IN.
vored suiter who has superseded me but
said that until you confirm il with your
own lips would not believe it. Oh, my
darling, whom love more than life, dc
not be so cold Look up Estcllc, and tell
me it is false -
day another had laid his heart ut her feet
and with it the richest fortune in all the
country round. Es. 8 ~ s4
She had not given ber answer, but in
her young heart pride was very strong
and she felt that to be mistress Of The
Elms would be an cnviable position.
Douglass eagerly watching her express
i've features, conjectured her thoughts
II scei' he exclaimed ait was true
The report heard. You intend to marry
Foster Scverne-dissipnted man Of the
world though lie be simply because he j.,
rich in this worlds goods l came to
ask you question upon which u great
deal depends. Two openings are before
income to settle in an honorable posi-.
tion in my native town; the other to go
abroad, far away to the distant land Of
China. You do not love me-my choice
is made. This will be my last farewell
Tomorrow will SEQ me on my way to n
foreign shore"
He grnsped her hand: wrnng IL then
without waiting for .s..!s:r.gss!lg words,
turned and ylefn'her. She watched his
tallfortn tillit passed out ofsight.p Then
suddenly, with lightning flash, the
knowledge of what she had done camo to
her. and realized that in rejecting Doug
beyond rctricval the happiness Of her
life
That evening we see her in the midst
of Il fashionable throng. AS be looks
down at tho woman on his arm, Foster
Severne's heart leaps triumphantiy rs he
thinks how proud lie will be when he can
call her his own! As if by accident, he
leads her to the conservatory, whore, amid
the SPLASH of fountain and the fragrance
Of flowers, he can speak undisturbedly.
There once more he offers her his hand
and heart-nll that is left of it-and,
never doubling what it will be, awaits his
Nota moment did GAtelle waver.
Her reply is ,incompromising "Mr.
Scvcrne cannot become your wife,"
An angry flush springs to the young
mans face.
"NIiss Glyndon, you cannot mean what
you say! Think n little longer! You
surely do not mean to refuse such posi-
lion rs I can give you 2"
If Estelle has been fearful that she will
cause him pain, nil such idea is swen!
away by his words. and she cannot help
comparing him to the lover who in her
false pride she rejected.
When she reached home Estcle is call
day has been hard one for the girl up.
on whom hitherto the winds have no. been
suffered 10 blow so roughly.
$50 you have refused Foster Severne.
when You know it was the dearest wish
of my heart that you should become his
wife? Then let me tell you that in doing
so you have doomed both you. father and
yourself to penury. nm ruined man
For year past have seen the crash ap-
preaching, and it is even now Mt hand.
Estelle, there is yet time, retrac. your
refusal, become Mr.. Severne's wife, and
all will be saved"
Eslelle trembled as her fathers words,
frs. angry and then imploring, fell upon
her ea;s.
Father, l. cannot! 1t would be sin
were.ISto marry hin, for I loyesanoth-
cr."IT q s. ,rt 3 && @@ss
With an angry gesture, Mr.. Glyndon
made step forward; then, with nn ex-
clamation, he raised his hand to his head,
staggered, and then fell to the floor.
Poor Estelle! Bitter were the days
that followedi On the very eve of his
failure her father was stricken with par.
alysis, and before long the girl found her.
self homeless and ALMOST penniless.
After the first shoek bad passed. then
tu6 UOOlt t''tt Hui'
escent so long in Estele Glyndon's soul
sprang TO the surface. Steadiiy refusing
all offers of assistance, she set herself un.
nhinJihingiy auiid the ranks OF the worlds
workers. 1t was easier to obtain employ.
ment in the neighoring city than in their
own small town, and To the city Estelle
went.
Alter three years had glided by, Es.
talle was called 80 her dying parent and
e. aic sac!!s Ly :hc bed %!e:e &c lay Ga! ca. ii,
and esiE, rhegfelt that abe was Indeed,
alope.s 4 80 gssk sAA 4s s.
Bsttefio belas'she was.s poor and hard.
worked, than the unloved wife of Foster
Severne.
Itwas evening, few months later.
The streets were wet with the fast falling
rain. Casping q large parcel in her
arms, girlish figure essays to cross
crowded thornughfare. A carriage swift.
ly passes. There is cry in woman's
voice. Then amid bable of voices,
"How sad - "Who isshe ?" "How did
it happens" slight form is borne upon
mems arms into the nearest house. There
is no clue by which to tell who the un-
conscious girl Is. ~, -. -.
at does not matteg WEo prs tslsag She
isl said the kind minister into whose
house the stranger has been carried
"Wo will care for her.A And so, instead
of being sent to the hospital, the sufferer
remained at DR.. Stewarps home.
Another week went by, one morning,