The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-12-25
HER FIRST LOVE.

"O-o-h, goodness mel Charles Caxto's
was married last night to Mercy Winteri
Well, well Will wonders never ceaseY
Lucy, Lucy! l say, Charley Caxton, the
irresistible, as he terms himself, has at last
found some one to please his fancy" And
pretty Adele Sims, gathering her f1ounces
IN her hand, grasped the letter that con
tanned the startling news and rushed down
the steps to Cousin Lucy, who was gath
ering the fine Strawberries with which the
kitchen garden abounded.
AT Adele's exclamation Amy Earle sank
upon the doorstep. her pretty pink and
white face growing colorless.
"Aud-so--he--is married." she muir
INJURED, every word dropping from her lips
like deathknell.
what Do you know him?" asked
Adele, facing around in astonishment.
eye S, yes. You remember met him
at the seaside. -
"Oh but [ had no idea he was the Cax-
ton all the girls were raging about. But
must finish my letter. And the merry
girl throw herself upon the grass, with
Lucy beside her.
Amy's face was partly in the shadow,
but could see she was neither thinking
of nor looking at Adele. Her thoughts
were far away.
Amy was to be married in few weeks
to MIR. ThurstOn, young lawyer OF great
promise. She often seemed sad and silent,
but set it all down as a natural conse-
quenco of the step she was about to take.
Amy" said 1, laying aside my sewing
and stroking back her thick, golden hair
"let's walk toward the village and meet
Uncle John. Who knows but there may
cOlOp a co1l,pfhircr to oLoor ,,o,,,, Io,,+
the form of letter.
ooh, no, mol 1 have headache. Please
excuse mel" And she bent her dropping
head lower and lower.
''Well, you little oddly, I hope no mas
culine darling is in store for me if love
has the same effect on me it has on some
people rot a thousand miles away But
come, come" And drawing her arm with
in my own moved toward the gate.
I always loved Amy Earle. At Nine
D. IS pensionaire the girls all had "dar-
ling" and Amy was mine-lny ideal of
goodness and amiability. The last year
she had spent away from me, and since
her return there seemed sadness brood
ing over her young heart-a something l
could not understand-and her quiet, re-
served air forbade all inquiries.
We seated ourselves in an old summer
house, completely shaded by hanging
vines, and, schoolgirl fashion, placed my
arm around her waist and her little gold
en- head dropped upon my shoulder
"Amy, love, what grieves you? ] have
long wanted to know. Tell me, darling"
She blushed scarlet and looked at me
beseechingly.
'What, Mile, have you noticed in my
conduct"
ooh, thousand times I have watched
you until my heart ached for you.''
ooh, Mile, l have been so miserable
so wretched, so despairing, you can never
know. Last year L first met Charley Cax
ton. To know him was to love him. In
my heart [ said involuntarily, oh, if he
could only love mep He was a rich man,
poor orphan girl. Affair." off 1 adored-
nay, worshiped-him, and oh, Mile, what
a thrill of thankfulness entered my soul
when found that love returned All l
can never forget that night. We were
promenading the beach, and the MOON
just rising above the waters edge, threw
a flood of light over land and sea The
dreamy music the wind made and the
fresh, sweet smell of the vioets l wore
seemed just the influence needed to blend
our souls together. In his quiet, manly
been spent in foreign lands He told me
of his restless ambition-how he had
toiled up Parnassus heights and OF his
longing for quiet and home, and was his
souls idol. I was to be his own little
wife. A blessed sense of peace and secur-
ity came over me, and was happy. Time
flew by on golden wings, and we parted,
as 1 thought, for brief time, with every
renewed promise of affection. Day after
day passed, and he neither came nor sent.
I grew restless, miserable, sick. Perhaps
he was i'll; perhaps-and my heart almost
ceased to beat--perhaps he was dead.
There never camo,9ne thought Of his faith
lessness. lily heart altecnated between
hope and fear. Three weeks went away
and October came down silently upon us.
/ grew thinner and paler every day and
moved like a shadow about the house AT
last, forgetting Tomans PRIDE l wrote to
him, pleading for him to come for me,
anQ"- For fow moments not word
escaped he Eps then, raising her face TO
mine, she bitterly exclaimed. "Would you
believe, Mollie Bryson, chat these lines on
this scrap of paper were the bitter end of
all had dreamed of happiness?"
She Grew from her bosom u small note,
carelessly written, and / read
NY DEAR MISS EARLE-You surely did not
attach any seritsls thoughts to our recent
a 5t sbar f1t to- es R rT rEee it, 4
CHARLES CATION.
"Amy Earle, surely you could not grieve
for the author nj that letter, who at cnce
proves himself wanting in those or titles
that render n sex worthy the attention
of ours? He < not worth "a tear from those
blue eyes. " -,
"oi, Mig # came so sudden! It was
such bitter awakening. Oh, Mile, I
know you will despiso me when tell you
in spite of all that l could not realize it
until wrote again! Then for long time
forgot everytaing''-
"That was when you were so i'll, love. "
drew the tiny form closer to me- You
have forgotten it all now"
Yes, Millio, if woman can entirely for.
get her first love"
But Mr.. Thurston, Amy?"
"Ah, yes. Noble and true, he has re-