The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1886-10-07
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JUST AFTER THE WAR.
The Weekly Sentinel By Eleanor NJ Berne
Author of "1fis LiLejohn.'

opens his mouth, she talks all the fast
er, to prevent his saying if he utters
a word, she seems to understand what
he would say, takes the words direct
ly out Of his mouth and expresses her
self for him, exactly as if he was
mute.
He is quite good-natured when he
is half sober, his normal condition and
seems to take her interference in good
part. Guess she thinks if he remains
quiet, Re may make good impression
in society after all, but my dear little
sister, shrewd though you are, you
will never, with all your efforts, be-
guile people into the belief that your
husband is other than boor.
My school life proves very agreeable.
AS / haven't had the same advanta-
ges as the city girls, L am somewhat
backward in some branches, but am
gaining upon them, through hard
study. [ find I'm thorough in what I
do know, though it may not be much.
My music teacher is a German
Professor of Music, who speaks Eng
lish brokenly. At first I couldn't
understand word he said, which
amused, instead of annoying him. He
is an elderly man, with such a sweet
benevolent face, he reminds me of
saint. I know he must be good, such
a face could not deceive. His eyes
are as blue as Kitty's, in facts he re-
minds me of her, because he is in
wardly in fine spirits. 1 can soon see
he likes me, for his face lights up when
he meets me, he says, "yous bees nod
lide re mosd ov volks; zere bees
aboud yous ZONE ov re oridzinalidy."
He is fine instructor, and I may
say, think dear Jessie's prophecy is
tending towards verifcation, for I
haven't enough affectation to pre-
tend [ don't think I'm good musi-
clan, when [ do. Its my one talent
and fortune in denying me many,
probably gave me better quality in
the one gift she bestowed.
At Christmas, l accept an invita-
ton to spend my ten days holiday
with Mrs. Deane in Richmond
Mr.. Herrick sees me safely started.
l notice that he seems to have charge
of us all in reality, although he is so
quiet I believe he is the moving
power ia his brothers business. In
fact his mother told me, in telling me
Of her little romance some other things
beside, which were that Phillip was
her favorite, because she loved his
father better, but David was reliance,
she said he was as firm as rock and
somehow I've learned to lean on him
too, it comes naturally to do it.
AS such old, homely mortals as
Mrs. Murray have experienced actual
romances, it stands to reason, that
whether or not ever marry, which I
never expect to do, some enlivening
chapters may be found in the history
of my life. Mrs. Murray told me Of
her buxom girlhood, when her father
was ferryman somewhere and she
lived life as free as the birds of the
air. David Herrick was her cousin
and helped her father in his work
Phillip Murray was her lover, but d
wild, rolicking fellow who loved the
sea, where he went at an early age.
The old ferryman became paralyzed-
Phillip had been gone so long and no
news reached the girl at home of his
constancy; David loved her too and
urged his suit, seconded by the poor
old mans earnest prayers, so the land
was given without the heart, but duty
sanctioned the choice and a fathers
blessing sweetened the daily selfsacri-
fee.
A winters evening came, with a
lowering heaven overhead and pass
engers on the opposite shore signaling
for the boat, when David pressed his
wife and infant boy to his bosom and