The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-03-23

and she had learned the sweet
lesson of love, and knew BIO held q
place in her heart that none
other had ever filled.
Charley had chosen medicine as
the profession Of his choice, and
and together they had talked of
the bomc-leaving; but not one
word Of love did he breathe into
the ears that were longing to
hear. Once, after they had been
gathering ferns, and were resting
on shady bank she glanced up and
caught his glance as of q panied
yearning, in the dark eyes, and
coloring under it she had hastily
risen and they resumed their
walk, neither speaking for some
moments. At length Charley
pIucked a myrtle sprig and offer
ing it to her said, with a smile:
'LiIlian, won't you keep this in
memory Of this evenings walk?
She had laughingly placed it in
the brooch at her throat, and that
night she took it out, and with
kiss between a sigh and tear laid
it away in the little Bible she and
he had read together at school.
Although her mother had so
strongly appealed to her pride,
and though she resolutely stro7e
to Danish his image, it was ap-
parent that her heart was receiv-
ing lesson that would leave its
scars.
She had been promised visit
to her Uncle Harry's in the up
country, and her mother proposed
that she 60 Immediately. This
proposition accorded we'll with
her desires. and she entered heart
lily into the needed preparations.
She longed for change. Longed
TO leave scenes and associations
that only served to recall pleas,
ures that had forever gone.
1t was clear balmy day, y,'such
as we seldom see in the bleak
month Of December, that she
found herself enroute to her Un-
cle's home. On the second day
after leaving home she arrived at
the little village of Attention, and
Uncle Harry's kindly face was
the first to greet her.
well, my dear. So glad to soc
you! The girls and Aunt Nina
are about crazy to get glimpse
Of you. Did you find the ride a
tiresome one, cbild?'
All these questions were asked
as he hurried her to the waiting g
carriage, and after they had got
inside she answered him.
Yes, a long ride, Uncle, but
not tiresome. l do so love 10 sit
back ard gaze at the scenery
passing like grand panorama be-
fore the sight she said with q
bright smile.
There! That sounds just like
your mother! And how strange
ly it makes me feel. You are ex
actly like she was when we used
to 90 together over this same
road. Ahl many is the time We
two have passed along here or
our way to school. And such fur
as we used to havep
Here and there along the roac
he would point out the cottage:
and tell her the name of the
owner. One in particular, at
tracted her attention from it:
very old and gothic appearance
Somewhat back from the road i
lay nestled amid tall elms ant
mock orange trees.
This said her uncle, lis th'
home of Mrs. Gardner, a childles'
widow. Her nephew, Jesse Gard
ner, lives with her and manage
the estate. He is q fine youns
fellow just home from school las
Spring. The old lady idolizes hin
and at her death the property viii
all be his
As she spoke they were nearing
the avenue leading to the hous'
and a young man was standing
near the gate overlooking SOM
men who were busy on a JOB nea
at hand.
Her uncle told her this was MI
Gardner, but she had only pass
ing glance of bis face as be smlie'
and bowed to her uncle. A few
more turns aad they halted be
fore large old farm house wher
her mothers girlhood days ha'
been passed.