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 pityr No! as
God is my nearer: no! be replied
My greatest earthly happiness
would be to call you vile. The
world is empty to me without
you.
But Edlth's pride still asserted
itself, and she would not yield,
though be pleaded fervently. AS he
walked away, the passionate vi
brations of his voice still! upon the
alr-lhe penetrating odor Of the
lilies smote upon her senses
and ever, TO the end of her lite,
did their perfume instantly and
vividIy recall that hour and its
sensations.
CHAPTERJV.
Ensconced in their simple little
cottage in a Dcighboriug town,
Edith realized more keenly the
change in her life, but her brave
spirit bore her rcsolutc!y through
dlScouragements. She tried to
close the book Of her past, and
concentrate her forces on q pres,
ent Of effort. Her artistic gifts
! came To her aid, and she toled
carly AMI late. in every interval
! OF reposc from domestic care, 10
reprodHcc in drawings or ON can.
vas the poetical inIayes with
which her brain teemei. For
several years She led this busy
life of constant strivin : TO GIN body
her finest conceptions, rcnouncing
luxuries and cultivat!ng 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 crafty 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 its depths she we'll knew there
was one image concealed which
she would faithfully guard among
all life's changes.
Mean while, Hugh Wilson had
been a restless traveller through
the world. He had left bis 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 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 certain afternoon in
the same town whero, unknown
to him, Edith resided, Hugh paus
ed at booksellers window, ar
rested by a 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 1t seemed ages to
Hugh (though really only 4 short
wbilo) before he stood in Edith
presence-the same Edith, except
that she had been moulded by ex.
perience and discipline into a no.
bier, sweeter creature than in her
early prosperity. His heart throb'
bed so tumultuousIy that he could
scarcely control himself to speak
calmly. Miss Edith. pardon me
for my abruptness, but waiting is
torture TO me. Have you tasted
enough of independence? You
are now, as always, the one wo
man liz the world TO me! Has
any other come between US" En-
couraged by something be saw in
her shy, yet radiant face, bis
strong arms gently encircled hel
trem bling form, and her pressed