The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1882-02-23
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BY AUNT SUE.

II was lovely day in November. The
q frost king had passed over the land, and
q his withering breath had changed the
bright emerald of the forest leaves to
q Gorgeous robes of crimson and gold.
russet and amber, with hero and there
bright patches of green. And as they
4 waved in the breeze and the sunlight, to
the imaginative eye they were bright
8 tropical birds, with rainbow tinted pIu.
q mage.
4 The day had been soft and balmy as
sprngtimo-one of the hazy, dreamy
4 days of the Indian Summer. sat in
the west veranda Of my country home.
I watching the glorious autumnal sunset,
1 nhaling the spicy breath of the violets
and mignonnette in my garden, as it
aoated up to me like incense on the
wings of unseen zephyrs.
was rocking back and forth, as saw
4 the bright clouds fade, tie purple gloam-
ing cover the earth and the stars come
forth. was thinking sadly of the au-
tumn of life-how like it is to the mel.
ancholy season-of the mutability of all
things earthly, and the truth expressed
in these lines:
pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower-the bloom is shed
Or like snowflake in the river,
A moment seen-then gone forever"
Then I thought OF my loved ones, who
had passed over the river of death, and
we're waiting for me on the 9th shore.
Tears fell from my eyes, and my heart
sent up fervent petition that I might
meet them again,
arose tc go into my cozy sitting
and was met at the door by my niece, a
lovely child of fourteen summers. Her
eyes were sparkling, her cheeks crimson,
and she trembled with suppressed emo.
ton.
"Why, what is it, Jennie 2" I asked.
She extended &c tic paper, saying:
"Oh, Aunt Suel See what I've found
in the garret, amongst those musty old
books Do tell me who wrote it,"
AS the lamp light fell on it, knew Mt
a glance it was the manuscript of ro-
nance I had written many years ago.
"Why Jennie, dear, this was written
ages ago by your old Aunty. 1t is about
two of the dearest, handsomest people
that ever lived"
"Ohl Aunt Sue! did you write that ?
And did you really know Edna Linden
and Austin Rutledge7"
"Yes, I knew and loved them"
"Please, Auntie, tell me what ever be.
came of them; and all about them."
The dear child looked 30 eager and
was so coaxing, that could not deny
her request. So seated myself by the
table, and taking up my knitting, con:
tinued the conversation.
"Yes, 1 not only knew them, but loved
them. was their staunch friend; be-
loved and trusted by them. And I being
maiden who had passed into the mature
summer of life, and had seen my hearts
falrest flowers gathered and trampled into
the dust of Neglect by one who should
have bound them into o bouquet of
beauty to enrich his life-they were al
ways so kind and tender, as if 1 were a
protogee of theirs"
must have forgotten time and place
to talk thus to that wild, young creature.
So she aroused me with, "Auntie, dear,
what are you talking about7 want the
storyp
So, after Il Is tiresome preface, I place
before my re. ders the his. before men
TONED. After mat the continuation of
the same, it being the story which I un-
folded to my niece that Silly night in
November.
CUPID's COURT.
She was only girl, in q blue home
spun dress, tripping along the school
path through the woods, with her arms
full of booksl But peep underneath he
gingham bonnet; see those bewitching
brown ringlets, that will not be tucked
behind tho ear. Let those mischief
beaming hazel cyes fash on you; note
the becoming pout Of those coral lips /;
mark the expression of child-like joyous
ness and mirth which pervades every
feature, and you will not wonder at
sight of that dainty, young Artilleryman
who joins her, and relieves har of her
books.
He is young, and yet several years
older than my little village maiden.
ANY ono can see at q glance that he is
city bred, polished, and rather on the
verge of "dandyism."
With the most polite of all imaginably
polite bows, he said Chow lucky I 1m
In having chanced to meet you, Miss
Edna, and relieve you of this burden !:
It's far too great for your tender arms.
Hereafter, If you will grant me permis-
sion, shall be happy to meet you every
afternoon and help you home"
"Oh Mr.. Lacy, I couldn't think of
troubling you SO. And what would Prof
Payne say, think you? were he to see
me attended daily by q tall young gen.
tleman like you9"
Pooh I! you need not care what he
mag think; but of one thing you may
be sure, your school mates will all envy
you"
SO said this conceited "brass- button
angel" as the soldiers were mischievous-
lv termed M, tha ,,;r,,