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 cvincc the lack Of
soul in it-wcre her daily portion.
She knew sho was the subject of
! curious comment, of wondering
where she would 20 and what she
! would do-without a finger lifted
to help in adjusting her burden.
| What a sad contrast TO Il few
weeks ago, was Edith in her plain
llack robes, with dark rings IN.
: der her eyes caused by anxiety
and want of sleep. WeariIy she
piIiowed her aching head on the
sofa. Old Manner came respect
fully forward and gently said:
! Honey, look to Jesus-1e will
help you 'Oh, Manner land
! the poor girls voice was choked
with sobs as she felt her uir-castles
! tumble about her, and tried Vainiy
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: cause: H ,rbert,' she exclaim
: cd, Il do not know how | will get
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 neIp me-
Her first determination was 10
relinquish the homestead, aid If;
ter cxlinguishing the mortgage
debt, from the residue Of the sale
to purchase an Inexpensive cot
tagc, suited to their change in cir
Gun. instances.
She had to make herself deaf to
old Maum er's exclamations of her
ror or entreaty, which made her
task get 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 a tiny child
she used to sit under that large
oak watching the chattering blue
jays which the negroes super
stitiously thought went every
Friday to report in lower regions
all the falsehoods they had heard
mortals tell.
She bade mute farewell to all
around her the tall magnolia tree
with its 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 honeysuckle, the
purple maidens-bower, the orange
umpet-vine, and the feathery
leaves Of the Indian-creeper with
it's velvety crimson starfowers.
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 1 must before /
wish
With head bowed upon the
gate, she did not hear approaching
footsteps, until soft, good even
ing, Miss Edith,' reused her. A
flush passed over her pale features.
1t was Hugh Wilson, a true gen.
tleman, of noble life, and the only
man who had ever kindled a
warmer feeling than friendship in
Edith's heart. Miss Edith, have
not dared to show the sym pathy
which overpowers me-you have
been so cruelty cold in your man
ner.' Her finely chisseled lips
wore a bitter expression as she
said, why do You not pass by on
tie other side? like the rest p
All, | know, be said, with con-
cenlraled scorn ia his voice, how
that craven Cleveland prosecuted
ruu with attentions in hopes to
better his own miserable fortunes
and has now showed his true
colors. | would like to administer
Justice to him But you will not