The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-10-29

let Me-ric!l succeeded to that name
and title.
Rather too great q difference in
age!' caviIled aunts and cousins, who
we're not invited to Inc quiet mar
riage,
Violet is old for her years" re-
Piled the rector to all objections.
WAas a blissiul year vas the first.
Gomo unions begin with discords that
time and custom soften into harmony,
but this one opened in perfect tune.
The 'lajor fell into an inversion OF MS
forL-et habits, for his young wife loved
TO wait upon him and anticipate all
his wishes. Janet was rather inclined
to receive the newcomer gr1ully, but
Violet's sweetness soon Won the old
servants heart. The atmosphere OF
Woodbower changed from stagnant
seclusion into cheerful life. Spring
had succeeded winter. It's new mis-
tress took al Intelligent Interest in
the topics OF the day; she drew forth
the thoughts and reflections which
Karslake had been won't to cherish
silently, knowing they would fnd no
response in his home; for the trst
tinc III Lis life he enjoyed true fenli-
MAE ccmpanionship. Sometimes in
lis humble soul he would wonder lio"
he had gained the blind alteration et
youcg, pretty AMI intellectual wo-
nan, and then he would treat Violet
with e tender respect which "as touch
ing, from his age to her youth.
After g couple OF years Fiolet's
ecstasy had calmed into placid afcc-
ton, and the Major had grown more
aged and silent, but they were still
happy. Mrs. Karslake had been un-
ayoida bly, drawn into some of the small
festivities OF the neishborhood, and
her husband was occasionally obliged
to appear with her at g dinner party,
but ha generally ran away from visit"
ors, and hid himself and his pipe IN.
der the big cedar.
Oh Janet found him there one day
when she came to bid him in to after
roon tea.
'Dring me q cup herc," no said,
f'anl ask your mistress to excuse me.
! like tho quiet best"
"E::b, it's not so quiet now as il the
old lays, s!r?'
"Of course not; nv poor wife was
too i'll for any noise" answered the
Major, anil he cast glance in the IT.
rection Of the eaurchyard.
"Wcl!, we'll, said The old woman,
qnernlouslr, 'T:n too old for changes
and like oil ways BEST" and she
tur1cd back to the house without
waiting for g reply or rebuke.
The Major puiled away meditetively
a. his dcep-toned meerschanm and
still looked over at the charchLard.
but MS eyes saw other pictures. Lit:
tie pleasures and big troubles shared
AMI borne together in youth, when ez'
per;erce bites deeply into the record.
The memories CT lis dead children
tiittz;l By, csen the intangible link Of
:le chain saat held him still; tropical
skies and Eastern scenes came back,
nil bound up j2dissolubly with tbs
dead womSn. It was his youth, j. "as
his life that l&y buried in her grave:
What Was he but a ghost that walked
beside the living in bis new matrlagei
Nc! nil Tiolet's love ana devotion
could make her part Of the past, and
the past is dear with the joy of morn
ing and vivid with virgin senaat1on
wier VIC look back upon it fro:1 ihs
dim twilight Of age.
.2ho Major let his tca grow cold and
his pipe so ou;. 49,.
"Johc, John! where are you?"
cried voice. "Iou should nc+ be
sitting QUE here with the dew falling,
you'll have such twinse Of rheunla-
tism to-lnorros.
ooh, I'm III right, NJ dear, said
the Major, as i.npatiently as his amia-
biz habit permitted,
jIc felt very old just then.
Violet claspei both hands over his
arm and began cas:teriog about her
visitors as they went into the house:
n the DRAWN groom under the brill
iant light OF the lamps, Major liars
lakes face looked white and worn.
''Wny, john, dear! what is the
matter? You look 50 ILL.," cried his
wife, in alarm.
:It's nothing. Violet, don't be
troublel," he said, gently, his mo-
mentary irritation gone. "Only z lit
tie pain in the arm / have losS, -"
Woman.