Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1880-11-04

Arthur was, q stern, naughty man of the
world, with an austero face, upon which a
cold and ropollant look always fingered, q
dignided men, and stately air. Clifford
was gay, joyous, and generous, winning
respect FROM every Que aud beloved by all.
This was tho way we found them at the
opening Of our story
The lovers parted, as VIC havo said, eaoh
to tako up tho burdens of lfo more
oheorfulIy Each looking forward to tho
end.
Arthur Grey's visits to Col. Orno's be-
| camo moro frequent. flo was received
kindly. Tho Colonel beloved him to. be a
very superior man, and Bessie was Of tho
same opinion. Although not liking him,
yet she simply esteemed him for the sake of
Clifford.
Arthur Grey, passionate and merciless as
| no was, hated Gilford-hated him with all
! the hatred that an unrestrained passion can
hate, 6hen they see loved object, almost
10 their grasp, pluokcd by o moro daring
hand than theirs.
Arthur secretly loved Bessie, if the cold,
mercenary feelings which ho felt might DO
called SUCH Ho had never brcathed them
mover by the slightest look, or words, in :.
timated that they wcro moro than the
homage pnid by mon to all beautiful wo--
men; but when Clifford set out for Jamaica
they found outlet, aud wild hope shot
through his soul. 1t found definite shape
in the following thoughts:
! III will win this girls love. She cannot
\ ho in6iHoropt M po-I,11 ,,ot Jo,o,:.
| and when she becomes my wife, VIC shall be
quits, Mr.. Clifford Groy"
| He ncvor thought once Of tho possibility
of failure, although hor cold and distant
manner toward him would have convinced
| any man less sanguino than he of the prob
| ability Of such 40 undertaking. He never
onco thought of receiving naughty and
indignant refusal. No, he never thought
of this
One year passed away, swiftly borne on
| into existence. Clifford Grey came not;
but, instead, news came Of dreadful ship
wrcck-of many lives lost, of many homes
mado dcsolate, aud then all was shrouded
in the deepest mystery. Nothing further
| could be learned. No nows of the absent
ono could DO CLEANED from tho many highly
| cxaggcrating accounts given of tho fearful
disaster by thc>ncwspapers. Oh, how un--
| certain is life!
Arthur Grey, at tho seaside, listened
| with almost suspended breath to tho many
surmises respecting his brothers fatc. lie
accepted the verdict of death, given by
public opinion, with composure, with cheer
funcas, aud why not? Ills brothers.
wealth fell into his possession, and now ho
must win the affection of Bessie Ornc.
He had accomplished his mission, and he
turned his steps homcward. The next day
he called at Colonel Orne's aud stood in
the presence of Bessie.
"Bessie, I've got something to tell you.
Can you guess it's import?" lie asked
in as sorrowful tono as ho could we'll
assume.
She had read it On his face.
"Gilford is dcad7'' she cried, in q cold,
strange voice. 'sTcll mo-oh, tell mo if it
| be true!'
"Alas, fear it is too truc!" returned
Arthur, mournful!y. "Dear Bessie" he
continued, taking her cold, icy hand in his,
81 extend to you my sinocrcst and most
heartfelt sympathics for this sad bcreavo
ment which has fallen upon you. Although
almost idoizcd my poor brother, yet
feel very sonsibly for you
She did not faint, as Arthur had antici-
pated. Many another ono, under such
trying circumstances would have dono 80.
Neither did she scream nor wcep-tho
shock was too grcnt, poor child. She sank
into a seat, hor cheeks blanchcd, the color
slowly left her face, her eyes cleaned with
an unnatural sparkle, and yet she shed no
tears She did not seem to realize the full
extent of her loss. Hcr ovory faculty APP
| pcarcd as though parayzed.
Arthur stood gazing upon her in amaze
mont. lie had expected scene, but was
disappointed-agrccably 80.
"Sho cares nothing for him." he
thought. "IIer actions plainly express
| that"
| But he was mistaken.
A thousand thoughts were revolving
through her soul striving for utterance.
| The consolation Of speakiDg-of telling
how miserable she was in reality, was de-
nied her at that moment. Onco in the
| solitude Of her own room, with the door
locked, she sank upon theiloor.
| And during the silent watches of the
night she never once slumbcrcd nor slept,
but paced the narrow limits of her room
with untiring feet until tho breaking Of
gray dawn proclaimed morning and now
day.
Winter, with its drifting SHOWS, had
como and almost gone.
| Bessie Ornc had not again entered socic-
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