The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1886-10-28

JUST AFTER THE WAR.
A STORY OF TEdE SOUTH.
Written for The Weekly Sentinel ~ Jones' Ne Berne ~ G.
Author of Luljohn:"

He doesn't speak of Delacourt with
the same amount of friendliness, at
which | am concerned fearing there
NAV have been an outbreak. L do
believe that all my forebordings date
from the time, that the fire from his
glittering eyes turned into my brain,
and his voice pronounced that terrible
threat which, sleeping or waking
haunts amy every hour. Doctors, no
doubt, would say I am hysterical.
think I am, and will continue to be,
until am convinced that Delacourt
no longer inhabits this world, then
perhaps I shall be Inconvenience by
visits from his restless spirit.
My work begins soon after my ar
rival, and [ enter upon it with more
nervousness, than I had anticipated,
but it seen vanishes, and l find myself
fast becoming a very pains taking
teacher, and although some of the pu-
pills have no more music in their souls,
than blocks of wood, yet the majority
endeavor to please, so, upon the whole,
my work encourages me since it prom
ises to be success.
During the Christmas holidays,
Mr.. Herrick, who is less reserved with
me than formerly, takes me to New
York City to spend the day, in COM
pany with his mother He tells me it
is his first week day holiday in over
twenty years, just to think oft, he has
been working hard my whole lifetime.
What a machine he has been, these
many years.
Belle takes me down to Washing
ton City and Baltimore for few days
SO when my twentieth birthday arrives
I feel quite traveller, and settle down
to hard work much refrokhed.
Mrs. Maitland, much to the surprise
of her circle, who considered her di
sease merely fashionable malady,
died last fall, thus freeing me from
Conrad's assidious attentions during
the winter festivities, in which, for
that reason, now appreciate, though
1 am still bored by his numerous calls.
Thi', | consider my last year in fash
ionable life, so, being relieved Of Con-
RAIDS disturbing presence, [ am deter
mined to taste some of its sweets, if
there be any.
I can't boast of much beauty, but l
was never one to under-rate my few
good points, and 1 am not ashamed to
confess think have a real fine fig
ure, as am tall, and well-developed,
then / have knack, caught from
Belle, of getting myself up quite styl-
ishly in addition 1 am termed a good
| dancer, and have enough obliging
qualities to be willing to gratify those,
who wish to hear, by tho display of
my musical attainments. My accom-
mediation is proverbial.
There are plenty of ysung men to
pay me attention who wouldn't dream
of marrying portionless girl, but as I
have no designs upon them as hus-
| bands, their attention Is al | desire,
have.never overcome my repugnance
| to lovers, since the afternoon in Aug
ust which originated that dislike, since
my too-retreshing bath in our swiftly
gliding river.
| Again the balmy spring weather
admonishes me of approach of Com
mencement, and when | recollect my
final departure will soon follow, ming.
led Joy and sadness come with the
thought.
| There will be partings, rendered
more sad, in that no future meetings
are foreseen, like the mountain stream
! described by Moore.
"That smiling left the mouutain's brow a.
tho its waters ne'er could sever,
Yet ere it reached the plain below, break
into floods that part fore~ee."
TO BE Continued