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The Easley messenger. (Easley, S.C.) 1883-1891, February 15, 1884, Image 1

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VOL 1~ EALEY S(WM CAROLINA, UA,~~4Y1,I84(O 9
AA~Iq to A Baehelor.
B. V*RRXCK.
You 4k ue, sir, to write for you
A 1Oi or a song;
I'll 4aw4otbply, if this will do,
Bu ill not make It long;
For, It I ould let loose my thoughts,
WhIo 1&"ep their virgils keep,
You W4itdt'l I fear -grif be brought,
Or ele-would fall aoe
You are quite fair, (the lpdies say!)
And I presume you're buman,
But why, dear sir, do y6u delay
To get yourself a woman?
Just think of all the pretty girls,
And of their lovely charms,
And their switches, bangs and curls,
And- clasp one in your arms.
From top to too, I do declare,
You might, my darling Iad,
Possess one of those ladles fair,.
. And two fn one make glad;
And thip the seriptines bade you do,
As sure as you're Asinner,
So now proceed to win and woo
Some to cook your dinner.
You're going astof
To seek your fortfne there,
But flrst, you shdaild seltet a nilate
Your joys and griefs to share.
I've noiV advised you for your good,
And hope you'll pkoi by it;
To do so, it is to understand,
The best way is to try it.
- E 'J-I1I'A'No
___ elecd ftarr.
A DESERVED REBlUFF.
"Married?"
'Yes, Married!
'But, Fred, it is impossiblel'
cried Glyon Xartind, igh M
troubled countenance.
'It, te pot. qly posiblf s0id his
younger brother, irritably, ,but it
is truie. I wasanarried tWheen in.
last February. Of course, during
our mot her*t lifetime 1 presud
the pgeret religiopsly. She~ wanted1.
could I tell her that I1hda9
~e~ded &p~nilfs ~girl," withoud
my mother ikdadanIfelta
I shall not be long in folleggsg
her.'
'Do not be deegondent, Fred.
The doctor says that.-~
'Olh, hang the'ilodtor, with his
solemn face and his six-sylnbietd
Ma'ttndale. ~'I tell you'I adyd
ing, and I-wAnt yot to g&teCedar
Clove and r1 ing ra. her~
'Of course, if it will relieve y$4
mind,' said Guyon Martbigi
slowly.
'And lose no time,' added his
brother.
'My poor little Cora! I never
should have left her there by her
self. I should have risked everya
thing for het sake, as she risked
everything for mine.'
'What sort of a girl is she, Fred?*
'A jewel,' feverishly answered
the sick man, as he tossed to and
fro on his pillow. 'A girl with W;
heart of gold, and beauty of Hebe I
Stop a minute! I have the address
here in my pocketbook. It is a
farm-house on the catskill road--*
weary journey; but you won't
mind it, for my sake, Guy. And
be sure that you break it to 4her
gently. Poor Cara-poor little
thing! It will be a dreadful shook
to her.'
So Captain Guyou Martindale
left his broher to the care of his
trained valet and hired liurse who
had been brought frornPhiladelph
ia, and traveled up into the Cats
kills in search of his brother's un
known wife.
'Fred was always a -creature of
impulse,'he told himself. 'Led by
the first pair of bright eves that
came in his way. And either this
woman was a manoeuver*i schein
er, or a silly, simpering doll. It
is a pity that such a cqp plicatio
should develop itself just now.'
Cedar Clove was a wild wooded
gorge, rt .ahed only b3' a winding,
circuitous road. T - Carson fatrm
house stood on a 'lateau "of laid
surtounded by pfines and' birches
An old negress opened the door to
him.
'Miss Cora? She done gone out
en Ae fa gar, ~id Vay 'arter
de r~4f. hm~lu~ off'en
datl *it fiw ~ wegit )e gr
ding. mars w~\ants oZ see ?Iss
Cora, he'd better go to de farm
~Aid she closed~ the door in his
face, es if that were tlxq end of the
The ,voice of v ect~. ~irl,ish~
sergdgas a pt yto ou y }r(
hero, and here in the farm-yafd he
fofdefaap' dugld, tying
up a big-eyed youug Alderney.
'You're a dreadfultraun alf
sJi se, .h~ig ihpr pNre
9Wss at hemaitfeg ctfP
S looked at he lies, grao
ge, Jn it. Wo, ostio gwe, the
Ncoming young face half hiden by
the wide-brimmoed sun-bonnet,
h , thrill of mingled admiration
a4bi disguzst.
es, she was aa beautiful as a
1.ri-there cotuld be no queftion
a .ut that. But her cosrse boots,
hr sunburned hgnds! The.ideoa.o
*ked Niartindale's wife ha single
!Lmbat with a red Alderney calt.
Paptain Guyon'i fastidious soul
revolted from all this. And in the
tmoment, Cora Carson turned and
*aw lim.
Ile advanced toward her.
'ou are Mrs. Frederic Martin
dale?' he asked.
bg eto re4 vrvidly.
-ethen,' slu cried, "''u know. It
all? But I cannot tell wh6 you are.'
'I am your! husband's brother,'
said he, coldly.
'Captain Guyon Martindale?'
She held out her hand, but lie
did not take it.
'The same.' And I have come to
escort you to your husband,' he
added, the sentiment of antipathy
seeminig to grow strQnger and more
strong as he spoke on. 'He is ill,
and desires to have you with him.
And you will oblige me by making
every preparation as promptly as
possible.'
Cor4. looked A him, the color
varying in her cheeks like white
and red banners,
'Is-is he dead?' she faltered
No,' Captain Martindale an
swered, -shortly. 'What a very fool
ish question to ask !
'Yes. I dare say I am foolish,'
said Cora, clinging to the -fence,
and quite. heedless of the pet Alde
erney, which was seeking in her
p~ocket for apples. 'But-but it
was so sudden ! Yes, I will go
with you.'
So Captain Martindale took this
lonely uncultivated sister-in-law Of
his to her husband's death-bed.
'She musti have lived all her life
in these wiidernesses l' he thought.
'11er gloves don't fit; her boots are
ouztlhindishly shaped, and the cut of
her grownfik s6~~htM I ~mt il
pre-Rap hadSg) dSe might be prep
ty if .h w4 4 # essed; -ut
as it ls I caj y woner how on
eevee Vr tea4 beer
out of tbe Ills u1t4i -now.
Frederio ) dale had fallev in
love with h9 and, .stlng lpy the
rival ry o rustic awgin, lad
arried _r 0"fle on a., h ~autig e
ourelon 14 thumountains, and she
searcely kaewhow to comport her&
self in these 0aanged circumst*n
oes And when at last Fred died,
the third day after her arrival at
Capa Nay---ahe felt herself ship
wrecked on thq shores of the great
world.
'Black dresses?' she said..
'Crape bonnets? But, Captain
Martindale, I have no money to;
buy these tjmug,'
'Your husband has left you guflI
cient to qaaintab you comfortAbly,'
said Gay, o 'Everfwidow
is expected to wear mourning.'
So there she sat, listless and si
lent while the milliners and dress
makers surrounded her witil bil
lows of black crap an4 inky rolls
of Henrietta cloth; and one even
ing she heard the fataily lawyer,
who had arrived iin the evening
train, talking to her brother-in-law
on the verandah below.
'Poor Fred ! poor lad !' said Mr.
'Tape, sonorously blowing his nose.
'I never was so surprised in my
life as to hear that he was married.
What sort of a girl is she now?'
'She belongs to the milkmaid
genus,' said Captain Martindale,
scornfully. 'How Fred ever came
to marry her, I can't imagine.'
'Pretty ?'
'Rather ; but coarse and com
mon. She has n~o style, no educa
tion, no polish. What I am to do
with her, I'rm sure I don't know.
It is a positi1e misfortune to be
left with suich an incubus on one's
hands.'
86 fMu Cora had listened ; then
she sprang up, clasping both hands
over her oars.
'He need not fear,' she thought
with cheeks tingling as if' ever'y
drop of' blood in her veins were a
separate needle thrust. 'I will nev
er be a burden to him. .I will ac
eeyt Aunt Melinda's offer to go to
ICONrCESuDiok %Ni~D PAG E.]

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