The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-08-24

need it most. Ayerted looks. cold
commonpIaccs, just enough show
Of Kindness to evincc the lack Of
soul in it-wcre her daily portion.
She knew sho was the subject of
curious comment, Of wondering
whore she would 80 and what she
would do-withouL a finger lifted
to help in adjusting her burden.
What a sad contrast to few
weeks ago, was Edith in her plain
hlack robes, with dark rings IN.
der her eyes caused by anxiety
and want of sleep. YEARLY she
pilIowed her aching head on the
sofa. Old Manner came respect
fully forward and gently said:
Honey, look to Jesus-He will
help you oh, Maumerr-and
the poor girls voice was choked
with sobs as she felt her air-castles
tumble about hcr, and tried 7ainiy
to peer into the dreaded future.
a little hand was slipped softly
into hers, and Herbert's childish
voice asked with wondering sym
pathy, sister, what makes you
cry?'
B: cansc: H ,rbcrt,' she exclaim
cd, Il do not know how will yet
Our daily bread
Why, sister! l know that
every day | say to the Lord, Give
US this day our daily bread, and
He sends it,
Edith caught up and kissed the
little innocent, his words sinking
into her heart. With look Of
resolve, she said, yes, | will DO all
l can, and God will heIp me-
Her first determination was TO
rclinquish the homestead, aid af.
ter cxliuguishing the mortgage
debt, from the residue Of the sale
to purchase all Inexpensive cot
tagc, suited to their change in cir
cuustaDces.
She had to make herself deaf to
old Maum cr's exclamations of hcr-
ror or entreaty, which made her
task yet harder. That evening
she went sorrowfully over the
old place, whose every feature
was imprinted on her mind and
heart, like the face of a friend.
Around her clustered many
sacred memories Of her parents,
mingled with childish reminiscent
ces. How often when tiny child
she used to sit under that large
oak watching the chattering blue
jays which the negroes super
slitiously thought went every
Friday to report in lower regions
all tho falsehoods they had heard
mortals tell.
She bade a mute farewell to all
around her; the tall magnolia tree
with it's glossy, dark green leaves
aud large creamy flowers, burden
ing the air with sweetness The
old fashioned arbor on which
bloomed in their turn the fragrant,
golden cups Of the yellow jessa-
mine, the white honeysuckie, the
purple maidens-bo bower, the orange
trumpet-vine, and the feaLhery
leaves Of the Indian-creeper with
its velvety crimson star-howers.
She wandered slowly down the
long tagged walk, with its two
rows of tall white virgin-lilies,
looking like angel sentineIs in the
moonlight. She strengthened her
heart not to pine after the dear
old home, to put i must before i
wish
With head bowed upon the
gate, she did not hear approaching
footsteps, until a soft, good even
ing, Miss Edith reused her. A
flush passed over her pale features.
1t was Hugh Wilson, true gen.
tleman, of noble life, and the only
man who had ever kindled
warmer feeling than friendship in
Edith's heart. Miss Edith, | have
not dared to show the sympathy
. which overpowers me-you have
been so cruelty cold in your man.
ner.' Her finely chisscled lips
wore bitter expression as she
said, why do you not pass by on
The other side? like the rest 2
'Ah, know, he said, with con-
centraled scorn in his voice, how
that craven Cleveland prosecuted
you with attentions in hopes TO
better his own miserable fortunes
and has now showed his true
colors. l would like to administer
justice to him! But you will not
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