Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-03-28

bsd hen homo 10 her since her birth.
TIE tirst few weeks she did not know
what 20 do. how TO spend the heavy hours
OF the long days, but gradually her dusy
unfolded itself plainly to 1er. II soc
Z could not be OF service ia the camps and
hospitals, she could learn 10 spin aud
weave clothing for her father and his
. comrades.
1t did not takelong to get a loom and a
[ wheels and the house women at Cammack's
/ taught her how to use them.
/ 1T is all nonsense, a sheer waste Of
I time" cried Mrs. Cammack impatiently.
Il am really provoked with YOU Magda-
len. had no Idea you could be SO Will
fth, SO stubborn"
Dear madam, the dav may come
when necessity will force me to such en-
pioyment. Then 1 would rather know
how 10 spin, and weave tnan 70 learn II"
so the hum OF tae wheel and the click
click Of the shuttle sounded all day from
the oYerseer's cottage, but in the evening
Magdalen walked out, aud amer night
tall she studied her books or sewed.
She did lot spend much time at the
mansion, but COrdelia fell into the habit
OF stealing down there TO vile away the
time. She had no occupation and the
days dragged slowly 70 her. She had
never been used TO care or anxiety, and
she grew thin and ghostlY white, fretting
for her brother and lover.
Il cannot bear It mueh longer, I am
sure. The suspense will Kill me,' she
said sitting down on the floor and leaning
her head against Magdalen's knee. Old
Mause dOzed over a lightwOOd flame in
the kitchen, and the two girls we're alone"
| have come down 10 spend the night
with you Magdalen. Put up your work
and Balk 70 me. Comfort re, for my
heart is heavy with dread"
Magdalen caressed the head resting on
her lap.
Il know not what to say, dear friend.
| have Of late been seeking strength and
consolation from certain Bible lessons.
We must remember others suffer also,
and in asking help for them, our own
burdens will be ligAtened."
"DO you feel restless and anxious,
dFeading the worst all the time? You
are 50 silent and calm, | cannot under
stand you"
Yes, my heart aches every day, but
my work keeps me from torturing myself
with vain imaginings."
Cordelia raised her head and looked at
the true lovely face above her.
"Magdalen tell me truly now, did
grandpa and mamma keep you from
marrying LaWrenceg l have tried and
tried to talk to YOU abOutit, butsOme how
lneYer could bring up the subject at the
right time"
Magdalen controlled her features, but
she could not keep that sudden flame Of
color out of her face nor the sad paleness,
which succeeded.
~ have no cause to speak falsely Cor
della. Your mother did ask me to
promise"
"And you did promise"
Eyes. could l do otherwisep'
mo, but you might have thought Of
him"
~ did think OF him"
"Do you think Of him now Magdalen ?"
''DO not question me any farther, Cor
della"
''No will not, but let me tell you one
thing. would rather have you for nv
sister than aRy other woman living.
used to think that Lawrence and Alga
| would marry some day, but after she
/ came up here last year, / began to doubt
| 1t, and when Henry told me that brother
/ loved you, / understood why | doubted.
wish they would come home and your IA
/ Their, too. l declare the place seems
| strange without him."
HIS daughter made no reply. Her de-
slres were too deep and strong to be fully
| expressed. She tried to endure quietly,
| and walt patiently, trusting in Gods
mercy for the best. Poor MaQdalen, she
had not yet tasted the bitterest draught
IL her cup Of life.
The day she packed up the first home
spun, homemade garments she had fiu-
ished for her father, was one to be re-
| memOered long time, she felt so proud
OF her work, SO glad she had not spent
the summer in idle repining. She folded
tender loving note in each piece and
smiled as she tried to imagine how he
would look, what he would say as he dis
covered the messages, one by one.
al do not know shat you will need
what l send dear father. but perhaps the
clothes will help some poor unfortunate
soldier through the winter" she wrote in
one note.
She sent her gift by Mr.. Farrar and
when be babe her goodbye he asked her
| TO De bis vile for the last time. He never
| preached the subject again. She did not
| like to pain him, but she could not hest
| tate over her answer. She made her
! final rejection as gently and kindly as
! she could, but il was plain and firm. He
understood the hOpelessness of his sult
and went away, and troubled her no
more. Her fathers thanks and praises
other handiwOrk were warm and heart
! felt. No one else should wear the gar
ments but himself and be would always
remember his dear gIrl as the best and
most thoughtful in the world. Magdalen
read and re-read the letter until she knew
/ all its loving words BY heart. she work
ed steadily on, preparing for day OF pos
| sible need, tor instead OF the first blood
shed bringing peace, it only made the
| struggle hercer. The fury Of the contend
/ ing brothers waXed hotter.
MIR. Cammack prophesied a speedy end
/ ing OF the war. The ankees would soon
get tired Of fighting and let the South
/ alone.
1--WE can manage our own affairs with.
/ out meddling, and they will find it OUT
| he said, confidently.
| Alasl he could not make his words
/ true simply because he wished them 80,
/ and at last he grew uneasy and spent
many a miserable hour shut up in his Ii
brary reading the papers, while his daugh-
| ter-in-law wore out her life, br0oding
over the danger her son was exposed 10
1 every day.
Miss NalcOurs came up later in the fall,
I but she did not remain long; the house
I was too dull aud cherries. Mrs. Cam
mack urged her to remain.
eve are so desolate now, do stay with
/ 3, Alga.v
u"Bly dear aunty, / wish I could, but
/ really the loneliness and gloom would be
| 100 trying 20 me. ! have promised TO
| spend a few weeks with some friends in
/ Jackson, Miss. The influence of the whole
/ country is 80 depressing / think It Is my
/ duty TO seek the gayost society l can
/ find"
] So she packed her silks and laces, and
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