The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-03-23

and she had learned the sweet
lesson OF love, and knew he held a
place in her heart that none
other had ever filed.
Charley had chosen medicine as
the profession Of his choice, and
and together they had talked OF
the homc-leaving; but not one
word of love did he breathe into
the ears that we're longing to
hear. Once, after they had been
gathering ferns, and were resting
on a shady bank she glanced up and
caught his glance as of a panied
yearning, in the dark eyes, and
coloring under it she had hastily
risen and they resumed their
walk, neither speaking for some
moments. At length Charley
plucked a myrtle sprig and offer
ing it to her said, with a smile:
Lillian, won't you keep this in
memory Of this evenings walk =?
She had laughingly placed it in
the brooch at her throat, and that
night she took it out, and with a
kiss between a sigh and tear laid
it away in the little Bible she and
he had read together at school.
Although her mother had so
strongly appealed to her pride,
and though she resolutely stroVe
to Danish his image, it was ap-
parent that her heart was recelv-
ing a lesson that would leave its
scars.
She had been promised a visit
to her Uncle Harry's in the up
country, and her mother proposed
that she 60 Immediately. This
proposition accorded we'll with
her desires. and she entered heart.
lily into the needed preparations
She longed for change. Longed
to leave scenes and associations
that only served to recall pleas
ures that had forever gone.
1t was a clear balmy day, such
as we seldom see in the bleak
month Of December, that she
found herself enroute to her Un.
cle's home. On the second day
after leaving home she arrived at
the little village of Attention, and
Uncle Harry's kindly face was
the first to greet her.
well, my dear. So glad to soc
you! The girls and Aunt Nina
are about crazy to get a glimpse
Of you. Did you find the ride
tiresome one, child?'
All these questions were asked
as he hurried her to the waiting
carriage, and after they had got
inside she answered him.
Yes, q long ride, Uncle, but
not tiresome. | do so love TO sit
back and gaze at the scenery
passing like a grand panorama be-
fore the sight, she said with a
bright smile.
There! That sounds just like
your mother! And how strange
ly it makes me feel. You are ex
actly like she was when we used
to 90 together over this same
road. All! many is the time we
two have passed along here on
our way to school. And such fun
as We used to haver
Here and there along the roao
he would point out the cottages
and tell her the name of the
owner. One in particular, at
tracted her attention from its
very old and gothic appearance
Somewhat back from the road II
lay nestled amid tall elms anc
mock orange trees.
This said her uncle, lis the
home of Mrs. Gardner, a childless
widow. Her nephew, Jesse Gard
ner, lives with her and manages
the estate. He is a fine young
fellow just home from school las
Spring. The old lady idolizes hin
and at her death the property vii
all be his
AS she spoke they were nearing
the avenue leading to the house
and a young man was standing
near the gate overlooking some
men who were busy on a job nea'
at hand.
Her uncle told her this was Mr.
Gardner, but she had only pass
ing glance of bis face as he smlief
and bowed to her uncle. A few
more turns and they halted be
fore large old farm house wher'
her mothers girlhood days ha(