Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1882-05-05
M AR1,IAN ND, MAY ), 1882.

softened the rigid outlines; and the
red, red rose in the heart of the
knot gives the one bit of co or that re-
!ieves the sombre garb and lights up
the whole.
The face above the rose is scarcely
less brilliant.
The thick, dark hair is gathered in
"a loose knot at the back of the little
head, and on the low forhead, limo
cent of bang, its outlines of soft waves
those little lamentations known as the
fire points of beauty. The eyes are
gray--so dark and velvety that you
wish to stroke them-'Sweet follow
ing eyes; it seemed always that she
demanded the heart"
The mouth is large and expressive;
the nose short and undecided; but the
charm of the face, and the spell that
seems to draw you toward it again. is
in the soft but brilliant coloring. The
dusk Of the hair, the gray Of the eye,
the rich cream Of the skin with t ne
vivid carmine of lip and cheek, tell OF
so much youth and life and health,
that to a tired eye it is as refreshing
AS "a lovely new blown rose. When
she laughed which she did often,
fer she had merry heart-you even
saw the dew on the rose, for you caught
its sparkle in her eye. These gray
ewes have so many moods that YOU can
never know them entirely. One day
they take you by storm, the next you
feel caught in an April shower.
So fair girl had not grown up un-
sought. More than one man had
staked his all on those sweet, change
full eyes, and putting it to the touch,
had lost; but in losing the woman had
ALWAYS won the friend.
The hearts of some woman trem-
BILE like leaves at every breath Of love
which reaches them, and then are still
again. Others, like the ocean, are
moved only by the breath of storm,
and not so easily fulled to rest"
Agnes Brewing had heart-but
the fairy prince that was to find ii
and wake it with kiss, had not come
yet.
As she sits dreaming Of the destiny
she is going to work OF for herself.
does nothing tell her that another
may be waiting for her close at hand
That to place the one final stone in a
noble, lofty arch, is just as acceptable
as to help build wall that will en-
circle the globe!
Dream on sweet, girlish heart. 1ou
will learn very soon that the future
often disproves the present; and We
cannot, any of us, free OURSELVES al
together from our Fate
Il is Sunday in San Antonio and
Elliot ST. George is preaching his
first sermon in the Cathedral prepar-
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chapel. II is a trying. almost pain
full moment. Looking into the many
upIIfted faces before him, he meets not
one familiar glance. Some are kindly,
but most are indifferent or only curl
Gus.
As his gaze comes back TO the text
Of his sermon, he meets pair of soft
sympathetic gray eyes, that look en-
coaragingly into his, and strange
thrill passes through him which
nerves him on TO that self-control and
scii-yictory that alone can give com
mand over the minds of others and
success To the speaker.
lie never knew, till the sermon was
over, TO whom the ewes belonged; he
caught the look of the soul beyond,
and forgetting all else, strove to &C
quit himself worthily in its sight, Of
one who would judge him searching
ly, as only the very pure and innocent
do Judge.
He said long afterward, when he
came to know Agnes, that with those
eyes looking at him he could have
walked unhinchingly into the very
jaws of death.
And Agnes. All, well All you who
have looked into the brown eyes OF
the South know that there is some
thing in their depths that makes re-
sistance very hard. Meeting Mr.. St,
George day after day at church, in the
homes of the poor, and by her own
fireside, she felt curious change
coming over her whole nature; a
change that she did not undersand.-
The world seemed to be charging F.;
for her humanity broadened day by
day; and yet the world was growing
smaller too, for few square miles
now covered the whole of for her.
She felt strange STRINGS among
hitherto unknown chords, and strange
beatings of hitherto unknown pulses.
CouId it be her honest awaking?
She also went less to the Convent,
and talked more with her mother.
One evening in the early fall she
and Elliot made two of paaty of six
that visited the old mission of San
Jose, three or four miles out from San
Antonio. Some of the courageous
ones climbed the steep, narrow steps
(cut out of huge-log) in the side
tower of the old church, and got out
upon the roof. The wild thyme
growing all over the ruins made the
air delicious with its sweet, pungent
odor.
Elliot thought that Agnes, in her
soft white shawl, leaning against the
crumbling wall, looked like media
val saint, with just enough of the
human in her to make her lovable. -
As often as he had looked into her
eyes since that first day, it was never
without the same thrill, nerving him
on to be nobler than he was, and to
give freely of that she seemed always
to ak.
This evening they were standing
apart from the rest, when he abruptly
breaks the silence