The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1894-07-25

live longi'
tsSleep and forsetfrlncss will come soon
enough, Lily None must await them FOL
very long: Meanwhile we have our lives t<
live. Let us pray that we may live then
to each other. / go to seek fortune as wei
as foes, and will win it for your sake that
we may marry.
She shook her head sadly. 1t were toe
much happiness, Thomas Men and wom
en- may seldom wed their true loves, OF il
they do it is but to lose them. At the least,
we love, and les Us be thankful that we
have learned what love can be, for having
loved here perchance at the worst VIC may
love otherwkcre when there are none to
say Us nay.
Then we talked on awhile, bebbling
broken words OF love and hope and sorrow,
as young folks so placed are wont to do,
till at length LILY looked up with sad.
sweet smile and said:
est is time to go, sweetheart My far
ther beckons me from the lattice. All Is
finished. -
Let us go then,'' answered huskily
and drew her behind tho trunk OF the old
beech And there caught herin my eEns
-tAtl0 hISSeO SteSeSl1 <AkI0 yCe 41SA
was she ashamed to kiss me back.
After this remember little Of what
happened, except that as we rode away
saw her beloved face, wan. and wistful,
watching me departing out of her life.
For 20 years that sad and beautiful face
haunted mo, and it haunts me yet athwaFt
life and death.
One thing have forgotten. AS We kiss
ed and chung in our despair behind the
bole of the great beech, Lily drew ring
from her finger and passed it into my
hand, saying, Look on this each morning
when you wake and think Of me-" It
had been her mothers, and today it still
is set upon my withered hand, cleaning
i'm the winter sunlight as trace these
words. Through the long years Of wild
adventure, through all the time Of after
peace, IN love and war, in the shine OF. the
campfire, in the glare of the sacrif1cial
flame, in the light Of lonely stars iHumin-
ing the lonely wilderness, that ring has
shone upon my hand, reminding me al
ways Of her who gave it, and on this ban
it shall go down Into the grave. It is Il
plain circlet Of thick gold, somewhat worn
now, a posy ring, and on its inner sur
face is cut this quaint couplet:
Heart to heart,
yhough. far apart
A fitting motto for us indeed, and one
that has. its meaning to this hour.
That: same day OF our farewell rode
with my father to Yarmouth. Ny brother
Geofrey did not come with Us, but We
parted with kindly words, and of this j
am 9lad, for we never saw each other
again.
Mary, my sister, who after Lily Board
was now ofairest maiden in the country
side, wept much at my going. There was
but year between us, and We loved each
other dearly, for no such shadow OF jeal-
ousy had fallen.en cur affection. I conn
foreed her az veil as was able, and tell
ing her all that had passed between me
and Lily Iprayed her to stand my friend
and Lily's shonld it ever be In her power
to do so. This Mary promised to do read
ily enough, and though she did not give
the reason could see that she thought 1T
possible. that she might be able to help US.
AS. I have said, Lily had brother, q
young man Of some promise, who at this
time was away at college, and he and my
sister Mary had strong fancy for each
other that might or might not ripen into
something closer. So sSc kissed and bade
farewell with tears
And after that my father and rode
away. But when VIC had passed down
Pirnhow street and mounted the little hill
beyond WaiDgford Mills to the left OF Bun
gay town I halted my horse and looked
back upon the pleasant valley Of the WAY
eney, where was born, and my heart grew
full to bursting. Had I known all that
must befall me before mJ eyes bcheld that
scene again, think indeed that it would
have burst. But God, VINO in his wisdom
has laid many a burden upon the backs Of
men, has saved them this, for had we
foreknowledge of the future think that,
of our own will, but few Of US would live
to see it. So cast one long last look to-
ward the distant mass Of oaks that marked
the spot where Lily lived and rode on.
On tho following day I embarked on
board the Adventures, and we sailed. Be-
fore left, my fathers heart softened much
toward me, for he remembered that was
my mothers best beloved and feared also
lest we should meet no moro.
OF my voyage to Cadiz, to which port I
had learned that De Garcia's ship was
bound, there is little to be told. We met
with contrary winds in the bay OF Biscay
and were driven into the harbor Of Lis
bon, where we rcftted But at last we
came safely to Cediz, having been 40 days
at sea
CHAPTER VI
ANDRES DE FoNSEcA.
Many travellers have told Of the glor1es
Of Seville, to which ancient Moorish city
iourneyed with all speed. Foreseeing that
it might be necessary for me TO stop some
time in Seville, and being dcsirous to es-
cape notice and to be at the smallest ex-