The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-04-15

rushed in as the fire abated. Between
them they lifted and carried off Miss
Anderson, who was borne to our little
house, quite insensible. hurried after
them, and met them at the door. There
came face to face with Capt. Martyr
Henry! He had saved Miss Anderson,
then. Poor SLr. Hemphill!
She remained insensible for some time,
but we got her round by degrees; and in
our house she remained for three weeks.
Mr.. Hemphill called every day, and more
than once day, and at last was per-
mitted to see her. She was sitting up
then, and gave him her hand. You can
imagine his greeting; but she was very
quiet, and scarcely spoke. At length,
after awhile, she said q heard her; I
couldn't help it, as I was in the next
room):
Arthur, you have been very kind and
brave. I hear you risked your life to
save mine. How can I thank you? You
have suffered, too, see. And for me I"
aMy darling, there is one way in
which you can make me suprenely
ha~py. If you will become my wife
soon-dearest-"
"Oh, don't, don't please! I can not !
Oh, Arthur-Mr. Hemphill-I can not
speak of that!"
"Well, not just now perhaps, Gladys,
darling. But when you have quite re-
covered-when I am more presentable,
then we will arrange it ALL"
She murmured something, and then
she said, aloud, as if she had nerved her
self to speak out:
Arthur, would you think me very
wicked if I said I can not-I would
rather not marry you? Oh, forgive me !!
can't marry you; indeed I can't!"
Poor Mr.. Hemphill's SCARED face be-
came white. I peeped out, and saw him
kneel down and take her hand. n
"You do not love me, Gladys! Is that
the reason? I have fancied so when you
were SO harsh towards me. But / never
thought that you would have consented
to even semblance Of engagement
unless"
"No," she interrupted; II didn't know
all. But now I do. I-can not marry
-you-because- -
She blushed, hung her head, and he
finished the sentence for her.
Because you love some one else. Is
that so, Gladys?"
She merely bowed her head. Then he
rose, and continued in such manly, yet
tender voices.
"Gladys, my dearest, my hope in tlria
world has been to. call you my wife.
You have fiattered me with the idea that
you would be mine. But have seen my
error. Perhaps, had rescued you, you
might have loved me-"
4Oh, no, mol" cried Miss Anderson.
Indeed, always liked you, but when
consented to try and love you my heart
had already gone. I told you that"
ayes, you did; and this man Martyr
Henry is my rival still. Oh, my darling,
must l give you up? Give me one word
of hope. What, not word? Not one!
Oh, Gladys, Gladys! I have worshiped
you. My whole heart is yours, and you
deny me even crllmb of comfort. All
is over. Is it really true?- really true%
The tears were running daaFn. lpel
cheeks. His eyes were dry, but .sonnld
and sad, as he turned away. :T.
Goodbye, Gladys. Our first meeting
for three weeks, and our last for everl
God bless you, and-forgive you!"
He kissed her and went out, leaving
her in torrent of tears. I believe she
cared more for him at that minute than
she ever had done before. know she
declined even to see the captain when he
called with her father. Poor Mr.. Hemp
hill"
He went away almost Immediately.
Miss Anderson soon got about, and be.
came really engaged to Capt. Martyr
Henry again, and will marry him in the
autumn, as all has been made up
Adapted from Lucy Farmer in Cassell'f
Magazine.