The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1891-08-19

bushes" and Isabel took the flushed face
in her hands and with q scrutlnizing look
Confess now; where and when is DR.. Con
roy going to spirit you away?"
HE is going to New York and he wishes
me to go with him. she admitted.
"Ah!I see through the whole conspiracy"
said Isabel, drawing long breath OF de-
lighted relief eve are going to New York
to ask papa and mammals consent, and after
that, orange blossoms and clergyman; oh
YOU SLY puss, to invent such an improved
and economical method Of paying doctor
bills. have guessed it, haven't T."
eyes" replied Lottie, laughing; "but
upon the plan of no cure, no pay,' she con-
tinued, 'for / have positively refused to
burden HIM with my poor helpless self, un-
der any circumstances, unless I recover en-
:irely. I love him too well to burden him
with helpless wife"
ass if ne wasn't big and strong enough to
carry your burdens with one finger, u
laughed Isabel. "If you did nothing but sit
in a chair and smile at him, you could help
him more than the most of women with
their full strength"
Still I shall insist on my proviso," re.
sumed Lottie, with gentle obstinacy; "but il
I am well, in six months l have promised to
be his wife"
land I think you have made wise
choice, for I believe DR.. Conroy to be
worthy Of even my Lottie," and she kissed
the sweet, patient face lovingly; 'but what
will Oracle do for her little governessa"
"You Will find some other poor little girl
who needs your kindly assistance, dear"
replied Lottie, gratefully. "What bless
ing it is to have the power Of creating so
much happiness, Isabel"
81 assure you teel grateful for it every
day." replied Isabel, thoughtfully. "How
little we dreamed of the future in store for
US six months ago, writhing under the
stings Of Nine. Arnot's prickly temper"
"You have never visited the South!"
said Major Darlington, as they sat around
the table in the spacious dining-room. Des-
sert had been brought in, and they were
chatting over it leisurely.
Never, except on the briefest of busi-
ness trips" replied Mir. Falconer.
s'In some respects our glory has de-
parted" said the Major, thoughtfully,
Though IN others there is change for the
better"
The war must have wrought great
changes" said Mr.. Falconer, especially in
the relations Of the higher classes with the
lab0ring class"
Yes, it is 50, and though it was like the
very bitterness Of death to give up our old
IDEAS, am not sure that many of US would
be willing to take them back again. There
is new future and new race springing 6
up in the South-a future OF mechanism
and development, and a race Of earnest,
active thinkers.
THE old phase Of naughty Incidence is be-
ing merged into share Of your Yankee
ambition and thrift; but am anxious that
YOU should see all this for yourself. When
Shall we look for an extended visit from
voug" and he looked inquiringly at MIR. Fal-
concr.
1--WE had thought of spending Christmas
in New York." replied Mr.. Falconer, "but,
perhaps, that visit can be deferred in favor
of this"
81 should like to have you see our Christ
mas festivities, though, OF course, the
plantation life is not what it once was, yet
we keep up the old customs as far as pos.
sible."
my wife and daughters will be so anx-
ious to meet you," he Continued, turning to
Isabel. 1--WE have so often speculated in
regard to the little babe Of our dear sister
Alicia. Her mother is still living, and will
welcome you with open arms. I nadc one
trip to the North in the hope Of finding
YOU" resumed the Major, seeing that she
was too near to happy tears to reply. 1t
was so sweet to her to hear Of these family
ties, so new and unexpected. "But it
seemed as hopeless quest as if the earth
had opened and swallowed you up. I even
hunted rural cemeteries in the hope OF
finding some humble stone to mark our
sisters grave, or some trace Of old Chloe"
Your search might be more successful
now" observed Mr.. Falconer, ''as Isabel
caused small monument to be erected over
her mothers grave, in the hope that some
of her family might find it, as well as q
tribute of affection from herself"
lam glad; it has been source OF sor-
row to US all that one so dear should be ly-
ing IN a neglected grave so far away, and
poor old Chloe?n he spoke interrogatively.
"Was buried near her." replied Isabel,
"she begged to be buried near her dear
Young mistress; placed small stone at
aer grave also
The Major smiled at her kindly. II see
you are true scion of the old stock; the
Pembrokes are family Of rare sympathies
and generous tendencies, and I am happy
20 see that you have these qualities which
made our Alicia so dear to us.''
The Major took his leave in the evening,
and Isabel began to look forward to her
Southern trip with happy anticipations
Mr.. Falcouer had written to Mrs. Stanford
explaining their reasons for the change in
their plans, and had received from her
hearty congratulations and commendatlon
ofthe proposed visit. The time was Low
near at haad and the preparations nearly
completed for the trip, when Mr.. Falconer
came home with deeply flushed face, and
with a wild, restless look in his eyes, very
unusual with him; for some days past lsa-
bel had noticed that he did not seem in his
usual spirits. bat had attributed the fact tc
some slight irdisposition.
Are you sick, MIR. Falconer," she said,
in alarm, as he sat looking moodily into the
fire; it was now November.
II do not know" he replied, passing his
hand over his forehead wearily. Il have
had headache for several days, and II
feels so strange to-day; as if there were
humble bee il It,"
"Let me bathe it for you," she said, bring
ing a bottle OF cologne
She stood by his side and bathed his head
in the refreshing liquid until he fell into
restless slumber, and she noted that his
breathing was hurried and uneven.
1T is a severe cold he has taken," she
whispered to herself, cndcavoring to luiet
her own uneasness; his entrance into his
home was always so genial and kindly that
she was the more alarmed by this strange,
moody arrival
He awokc with start. "Where am ~
he cried, wildly.
"Here, my husband, at home" She replied,
gently.
"Oh! yes, at home; home is where love is.
Isabel" he cried, more wildly than he had
yet spoken, go you love mea havo loved
YOU with all the strength Of my strong man
hood, and waited patiently for your love. y
In her terror and excitement Isabels IN
,,ora,,t -r,,+ ~ fr1oaSc wac still rrp6ominant,