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

hand which would have drawn
her towards him. With height
ened color, she rapidly exclaimed
you ask me from pity!' No! 4:
God is my hcarcr: MOI he replied
:: My greatest earthly happincs:
would be to call you vile. The
! world is empty to me without
you.
+! But Edith's pride still asserted
itself, and she would not yield
; though he pleaded fcrvently. AS he
walked away, the passionate vi
brations of his voice still upon The
alr-the penetrating odor Of the
lilies snote upon her senses
and ever, TO the end of her lite
! did their perfume instantly anG
wildly recall that hour and it>
sensations.
CHAPTER ".
j Enscouced in their simple little
! cottage in a neighboriny town
Edith realized more keenly tho
change in her life, but her brave
spirit bore her resolutc!y through
discourayements. She tried to
close the book of her past, and
concentrate her forces on pres
ent of effort. Her artistic gifts
came To her aid, ana she toiled
early AMI late, III every interval
Of repose from dnmcS!ir care, 70
reproduce in drawings or ON can.
vas the pocticaI inIayes with
which her brain teeineG. For
several years She led this busy
life of constant str!vin : to cmbody
her finest conceptions. renounclng
luxuries and cultivating sim
plicity. And fortune rewarded
her industry and perseverance,
without which her genius would
have been little worth. She now
felt no anxiety about being able
to gratify the simple wants OF
Herbert and herself. She was
contented and seemingly cheer
full. As to happiness, she would
not question her heart; though
in it's depths she we'll knew there
was one image concealed which
she would faithfully guard among
all Iife's changes.
Mean while, Hugh Wilson had
been a restless traveller through
the world. He had left his home
on the morning subsequent to the
interview recorded here, and had
heard nothing more of Edith.
But although be enjoyed the
pleasures which sprang up in his
path in a sort Of outward fashion,
there was an under current of
heartache all the time. At last,
he could no longer endure the re,
curing combat of hopes, fears
and imaginings. He started home
ward. On a certain afternoon in
the same town where, unknown
to him, Edith resided, Hugh paus
ed at a book sellers window, ar
rested by painting there. The
arched gateway represented seem
ed strangely familiar to him, over
which twined the clear cut leaves
Of the ivy in rich luxuriance.
Within the inclosure were almost
perfectly represented clusters Of
tall white lilies. Underneath was
written :
Fair lilies of eternal peace,
Whose odors haunt my dreams"
Hugh abruptly turned and in
quired if the book seller knew the
artist. Yes, her works are in
great demand. | often see her
pass, closely yelled, with her little
brother, but she will not know
many people, although much
sought after It seemed ages to
Hugh (tbough really only d short
wbiIo) before he stood in Edlth's S
presence-the same Edith, except
that she had been moulded by ex-
perience and discipline into no.
bier, sweeter creature than in her
early prosperity. His heart throb-
bed so unanimously that he could
scarcely control himself 10 speak
calmly. Miss Edith, pardon me
for my abrurtness, but waiting is
torture to me. Have you tasted
enough Of independence? You
are now, as always, the one wo-
man in the world TO me- Has
any other come between us? En-
couraged BY something be saw in
her shy, yet radiant face, bis