Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg Court House [S.C.]) 1877-1881, 1881-02-24
Written for the Orangeburg TINES.
WHITE ROSES.
By RUTH GOODLEY.
CHAT. ].

With my wife and daughter, was
making tour through Europe. We
had seen the sights in London and
Paris, had gazcd with rapture on the
vine clad banks Of the Rhine, and ut
length we were enjoying the roman
tic scenery of Lake Zurich. We had
started early one morning on an cx-
cursion to n distant village, and did
not return until late in the afternoon,
consequently did not know of the
new arrivals.
We had music in our private par
lor that evening, and among the
songs which my daughter sang was
the old fashioned one, '.On the Mar
gin Of r'air Zurich's Waters" The
song caused me to think Of my sister,
who had ioincd the heavenly choir,
long years before. 1t had been a
favoritc ofminc, and she had often
sung it for me.
My daughter was very much like
her Aunt, and that evening she wore
white rose in her hair, which made
the resemblance still more striking.
was SO much depressed by old mem
cries, that | could not remain in the
room, SO lighting cigar, l went on
the terrace.
AS | stepped out, encountered
an old friend who had arrived that
day.
After exchanging salutations he
said, "a friend and myself were at
tracted by the singing and we have
been guilty of the rudeness of looking
through the window, mt the fair
singer. When my companion saw
the young lady, he clutchcd my arm,
and he was much affected by the last
song. lie had walked away, just
before you made your appearance.
hut llot until he had asked ME to
ascertain the name of the lady, and if
possible secure him an introduction"
What is your friends name? |
asked.
Col James Cordray," he replied.
Great Heavens! exclaimed. DO
You call that man your friend?
II only made his acquaintance
few weeks ago, in Paris. IIoi is such
a genial whole soul fellow, that | feel
quite friendship for him. Some of
our party have limited that he is VIC
lent when in his cups, but / have
never seen him under the influence of
liquor. DO YOU know anything about
him? asked Philip Norris.
Yes, know that he is a scoundrcl
aud murderer. The thought that
his eyes should rest on my daughter,
and that he should wish to make her
acquaintance, almost maddcns me. /
am not surprised that he should be
startled at the sight of one who so
closely resembles his victim. He has
heard that song in other days, from
lips now cold and still.
81 hope you are mistaken" said
Norris, "this man has so much tho
appearance Of IN honorable gentle
man, that it is hard for me to believe
him to be murderer. / wish YOU
would tell me all you know of him"
am too much excited to talk now,
/ said, but come to me in an hour.
and will pro my words.
/ had calmcd myself, and my wife
and daughter had retired, when
Philip Norris entered our parlor.
This narrative will be painful to
me, said, but / want you to under
stand, that l have good reasons for
hating that man. When | was ten
years old, was on visit to my
grandparents. During that time, n sis
ter was born. All those We RS had
been an only child, and l naturally
had great desire TO see the new
conner.
In my mind, ] can see my mother
as she stool in the vinc-cov-
cred rorch with the babe in her arms,
on the afternoon Of my return home.
After embracing her, and kissing my