The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-07-01

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Here he halts
It is a weak.hearted love that is not pune
tual in its promises; and what should excuse
delay, when the lover waits and the summer
moon shines out her sweet invitation, and the
soft wind sets the trees bending stately heads
to behold the coming of the tardy one:
But 10! figure steals around the bend OF
the road from behind the plumage OF the
fields, and in moment lips arc meeting.
The embrace is q warm one wanting In
coyness, and the richer in tenderness for the
want.
Something to stiffen DR.. Shaw's frill Into
ferocity, and to rob the finest Scotch OF all
flavor in his nose.
ut is barely the quarter" the girl said In
low voice; and she clasped her hands upon
his arm and strained her eyes at his face
4We are both before our time"
aBoth inpatient Jenny"
@Ay; but I will take most credit, for the
way is all up hill for me, dear"
@How long can you give me, pretty"
'sNot above five minutes"
"Indeed; then those minutes shall be long
Dnes."
'Not above five minutes say, Cuthbert;
and feel the pity of it this lovely night,
when the moon is so pretty, that l shall
cry to SO to bed"
BE kissed her hand.
aMother thinks am gone to see Kate Oil
yer" she went on. $50 must not stay, for
fear she should ask father to fetch me- There
are troops of fishermen in the market place,
and the streets are full of people, and mother
does not like me to walk alone"
"Would she think you safe with your hus-
banda"
"Ah, would not shel If father had her
heart"
"Put away your hat that you may lay
your soft hair on my shoulder. Here Is dry
cushion of grass with streak Of moonlight
on It for me to sec you in. Have little pa
tience while talk to you. Mother will not
be wondering yet"
SO they seated themselves on the rerdure,
where the moonlight fell in lance OF trern-
ulous silver, and she, dutifully removing her
bat, bent her cheek to his shoulder.
Thus they sat, with no other sound to dis
turb them than the moaning OF the sea and
the rustling Of the leaves over their heads.
In the moonlight lovely won,ans face
takes sad and moving beauty.
Not sweeter face ever smiled in the love
Of mans eyes than Jenny's, though marred
by the moonlight as a mirror for the emo
tions, which, in the glory Of the day, gave it
color and archness, and hundred turns OF
grace.
"My little wife," said he in his gentle voice,
II have been closely pressed today by my
father. I put him on scent that puzzled
him and really he went down to it greedily,
for his anxiety to find out the meaning of
szlMt he chooses to call my altered behavior
Is perfectly wonderful. l hinted-merely
lffnted-that the news of our sea fights, and
our battles ashore, had set my heart beating
for higher feast than cramming boys with
learning. Well, it was tine he noticed some
change in me-"
Jenny counted with her fingers upon his
shoulder, softly smiling and listening to him
the while.
9He said to me-" Cuthbert went on, Il
date the alteration in you from the day OF
your return from London He draws near,
you see, dear. He Is dreadfully close at my
heels. Still his notion is odd, seeing that I
have not moped since as I moped before l
went that trip"
aHow like our adventures at home are!
Only to-day mother came up to me and took
nv ear in her hand, and said, Jenny, Jenny,
will squeeze hard if thou art not honest.
hear you signing in your sleep just like my
old schoolmate Sally Mattocks did when the
silly wench brought trouble upon herself by
listening to q gypsy woman's lies. Father
watches you closely, and know him very
we'll as q man who never troubles himself to
stare, unless there be something to see. What
is it, sillyT Ipulled my ear away and made
1t burn to run from her, and laughed that
she might think her talk nonsense. But oh,
my dear, could not help crying just two or
three tears. I do not fear mother-indeed,
she would be very proud Of my own, and
love him for his own sweet sake and make
him her boast, as I know she would; for
often father tells her that she has made her
god-mothers sad flbbers, though what he
means by that you shall tell me, as l have not
one little bit of thy cleverness in my head,
sweet-but fathers eyes when he is angry
make me shiyer. What bold things a girl
will do for love. And yet it does not make
her brave"
She put her hand over her eyes and peeped
at him through her fingers; not for the CO.
uuetry Of it, but that she might not lose sight
of him for q moment
aJenny, will tell you what it is-there is
no help for 1t but honesty. And thatwe need
not be afraid Of"
aOh, no, indeed The Lord forbid. We
are both truly honest, thank God"
II will begin with your father, Jenny.
That is my resolve; and ones own wishes are
the easiest way, love. Tomorrow evening
will see Mr.. Strangfeld and tell him We are
married"
"To-morrow evening"
1t was a long way off for their next meet
ing, but Gerry close for bitter business.
"It is not too soon' he said, soothingly.
mo, it is not too soon," she answered, with
little shudder 'But wish it were over-l
wish he knew"
"Every moment of delay" he continued,
'is new wrong to you, my pet; and surely
I am no loving husband, Jenny, if l wrong
YOU. What excuse have / for delay: So
far it has been cowardice. But can end it
if choose, and tomorrow night it Is done.
Will your father be at home''
7 .t,pn dora RI