The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1886-05-07

but girls hope too often. OF course it was
true, for Tom had written Of the gay summer,
and had not had time 10 come 20 Vermont of
| late.
Marion was lreuy and rich, and Hattie was
n widows daughter, and q school-teacher. She
said Il plaintivc, Never mind " and went 10
her school with faint heart Perhaps she
had come too near TO loving her old school
mate.
AT the time when the naples reddeu with
| bloom, tho persistent and ambit student
was admitted to tue bar. On his way to Albany
where he was to locate with his mother
brother, he had a few hours to spend in Apple.
field
But Hattie was away among the mountains,
''Troubled with a little cough" Aunt Phoebe
said. He felt his love for her. At the time
when the maple relden with the blush of Au-
tumn's carnation, they sent her love to him
her farewell love. She that he loved was dying
lie went, and found her kissed by consump-
tion $ cold lips. lie heard her mother calmly
say that when the leaves fell she would 60
No :" he said She should 90 with him to
the fair Bermuda, and leave the foe behind
Would she go-as his wife? The inspiration of
long-dcferrcd love was all too po,eut medicine,
and she consented. The man of God came. aud
once more the sun shonc into the maiden life.
The maple branches came bare too soon. She
did not suffer much or long. She spent nothing
on the future The pale fair check caught con-
trast in drcar nighttime with q scarlet thread
that came from the thin Lips. The young hus-
band and wife were alone together. The chill
OF her death touched him, and they found her
sen-seless hand holding his insensible. y
The February winds heaped the maple leaves
over the newy made grave.
The coming Of the snow mantle found the
young man hard at his work. Thus it is that
true heroes are made Work done in sorrow is
work of hercsn.
Thomas Ransom was rising lawyer, an ardent
worker, man of notable will. All that he did
was done with success and all that he looked
upon prospcred Each new month made him q
little more eminent, and it was told that fortunes
cup was always at his hand.
Que day he brought ancmones and violets
to his office window, and 10 July sun. Hattie
had loved the frail ancmones, and Viola was
the second name of Marion Flint
But the lawyer had not thought OF this when
he paid his nickel to the fower-gir for the
bouquet At mid-afternoon he thought of it,
for the violet was as witherci as The winGiower.
Could it he that Marion would? Again tn
heart nerve r.rillci. But tie flowers wcrn
dead.
1t did not need To he. The hriian Marion
Flint had no ilca to die Of love. nor vet to live
too we'll for love. Rut she made no rcnon-
STRANGE, felt mere.
Prof. AMI Mrs Ransom were satisfied but
there was no love in the matter. Marion wan
ted husband, and Tom o wifc-and that WAS
all.
The wedding was named for the Wednesday
of Easter week and it was to DC the towns event
of the season. The friends Of the contracting
parties came out on Tuesday. The groom was
not expected until the morning.
Early evening brought the professor u note
from his Sister, few lines telling of the death
Of Mrs. Mary Blake. and asking that the pro
fcssor sec the sexton about the grave. The moon
was in the earliest days of its first quarter, and
the old man went alone 10 the village buryins-
ground.
The Blake lot was TO the west. and little
way out from the walk. ,'oes plain stone had
4 very modest appearance beside the shaft of
marble that stood at the head OF his daughters
grave. There space for the other and
jenkins wouht see it, the professor thought.
but he went not near in the twilight, and the
scholars eyes were dim
There n form Oh the newer grave but he
did not see it, aud he rctlnccd his steps
Thomas k"ns0m' Keeping vigil night long at
his wife grave had much t" forget. In the
morning he wa, At the altar, and a! night he
had zone to Allary with his bride.