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VTOL. 1.] . 2ASLEY, SOUTH CAROLINA,_F'RID)AY, MAiRWIl 14, 1884. [NO. 23.
A Poetical Wdding.
A couple Were[if married in Ohio, re
cent y, it is sald, i 'the following po
This woman wilt thou have,
And cherish her for life;
Wiltilove anl comfort her,
And seek no other nife ?
This woNan will I take
That Stands besi4de mne now;
I'll find helr boalrd ant? clothe''.
And have no other "frow.
Aid for your husbaid will
Youi taIke this nice voulng man,
Obey his slightest wish
And love hh1n all 1 yOu Cal ?
I'll love him all I. ean,
Obey hii IlI I choose.
Anl when I ask for funds
IHe never mu1st refus.4c
ih'*Ii you are man and Wife,
And haIppy may you bv
As muany be your years
As dollars is my fee.
THE OLD, OLD STORY.
She was the proudest WNoman I
ever k new. 1oor and proud tLe1
Kathleen Langley ; but the adopted
child of a very wealthy aunt, she
had never felt the chilly blasts of.
1;poverty ; probably never woul d
s1ing v owshe was tlel betrothed of
Arthur Fanshawe, and his name1
Va1s good for a million.
I had been K1athleen's intimate
friend and chosen compaion ever
sifnce our schooldays, to me there
huad never been so true -and dear, a
friend. B~ut I could not shut my
eves to her besetting sin-.-pride.
lai vain I ar.ued with her, lectured
hron its evils. She had al ways
listened patiently, but with a sart
(astie gleam in her brown eyes ,
atd when I had fin ished she would1(
lap her head on my knee an d smile
up' into my face umischievously.
"DIear old Menton.!"' she would
myi ; " it's no use. Pride was the
srle hierit age left me, [and(, though
it wreek all may hapineJ1ss, 1 can
IIot (onquer' it.''
(One day she comae to my side
anud held upj onie white finger en
Circled by a costly dliamond( ring.o*
n i answer to m'y startleQ look ol
inquiry she said slowly, a.s though
it. Pained her.
"It is Arthur Fanshawe's' ring.
dear; I have )romised to be his
Arthniir Fanshawe.the blase man
of the world ; a cynic, a sceptic,
everything bad aind nnatural. To
throw away her youth, beauty and
puiity upon Arthur Fuanshawe ! It
was a cruel thing.
"Oh, Kathie !'' I crie(1, "tell me
it is not true. You (10 not love him
-I know it. Why,- then, why do
you make this sacrifice ?''
IHer red lip Cu'led-scornfuiily.
"'Therc are a million reasons,''
she answered, bitterly.
Then she went away, anid wAen
I saw her agaiin lhe was in the
midst of a gay group, lovelv in
her glittering ball dres, ald .ar
thur Fanshaiwe was at her side, his
hard, cold eyes lig0hted wIh the 11'
frosty gleams of a selfish hive. hii.
engagem enl, to the fair Ncw York
belle publicly announced.
I knew then that the matcli had
been of her Atint Langley 's ! ma kin
that her' ambition for her beatiti
ful niece hid at least attained the
height of a weal' by m1arriac, and
that to induce Kathleen to subimit.
she hial contrived to meke her real
ize ler e(en)(1dene'!. And' Kit h
leeni, feling herseltf a burden on
her.1 bounty, grew. ,
"W var1 of eatill!) :1114)1 iheC':S br'ead,
.Ild i oiling" 111)aa do.,N1. anot h:-r's
sI air-, ''
Iet' pride had carried haer thiromglh,
aild Sie Ihad con.kented to the sAC
I -i flee! .
Sooni after Mr. Lalgley pro
jeeted a trip to Florida , anl beg
ge I me to a'ccompanv her and
Katlhleen ; Mr Faishawe, of cor'sC
was to follow.
We ar'ri ved at our t destination, a
r'omanitic lit tle town ini thie last sta
ges of dilapidation.
We settled our iselves ini a long
ram bling' ('ottage near the loveliest
lake in the world, and etjoyed the
semuti-trlop)ical cl imate to our he art's
WXe had niot beeni there three
(days when Kathleen applear'ed one
morn ing, inU thle r'oomi' where I was~
sitting withi lherz autnt ovor outr fan
cy work, looking charmingly in a
short ('ostumle, with wide sutn hat
andI~ gaituntlet gloves.
"'I'mn going to learn toC row, anut
ie, if you have no gr'eat oh-iee..
tion," she began gayly.
"Who in the world is going to
Kathleen glaneed through the
long Freneh windo(w to the shore,
but a few rods away where a tiny
boat lay moored, and a masculine
fig ure lounged back among the
cushions, lazily pumfng a good (i-'
7Oh, don't know hi.s naim." she
laughed, scornful1ly . One of the
abtorigines here. I have engaIged
his ser vices lit so mnehl ai hour,
and for the rest, as Mr. T.,ootb
would ay, it is of 10 confsequeCe,
"I trust Mr. Fanshlawe ap
proves," begcanl her aunt.
"I atm not Mr. Fanshanwv's prop
erty as yet,'' sier'rcsted Kathlcen:
.111(i beforet anlother remark Could
be proffered she Was Out of the
hI(us3e, (lown the path, tI off in
Ci direction of the lake shore.
i)ati lig lessonls see imied to take up
a good deal of lier time and] atten
tion after that, but I never cliani
(d to get, a nearer view of her
teachecr and, j1(ginig iiim by other
of the 11nativ i inlh itantslts whom I
had Inet, . felt very little interest
in t1he1 unknoyn.
'Come, ladies," said Mr. Fan
ha , One day, "let uts go out o!
the lake ; I have a 1) ..a, ' e lgge(.1.
an ( Waiting you1 Service."
WXe (i(I not require a seconl in
vitation, and soon we gathered on
the beachI, wle're the hake spread
out; before us its broad uniruflied
boom, iti; green, cool lily-plads,
and over all ilie blue, cloudless sky
oka Florida mid winter, with the
Stil like a great LilltWiIl(ling eye,
starin g lazy down u1) pon us.
'Miss Langley,'' said a v'oice
near us-a low, rich, sweet voicc,
like l iq1uidi mulsie -"I beg your par
don for' intrudling, but that boat is
un !safe. 'T'h boat has b)een for
some ti me out of repair. I1 fear
yon wvill meet( wi th some acciden(lt
if you go out in her.''
A young1% manl stood at Kat!hlieen's
side, tall, slender' mian, withi a face
like a p)ictur'e with great, slumiber
ouis dark eyes, and a nameless
gralce and fascination ab~out himl.
But his dreCss was coarse an~d comn
mon, and his hands emnbrownied
with toil. With that wonderful
'face anid figure, like some rare old
statue, he was only a I! ihenn -
Kathleen's face was thishml, aind
she glanced up timidly. B1t be
fore she Could say ai Word Mr. Fan
shawe turn(d upon the intruder
with a cool stare of inlsolenlce.
"Wlat do you mean" he0, do
"Ilow dare you interfere in mY
"The young mani raised ltl with
Spo. t bow.
"My name is San ford," 1e sa id
:iuretly, "Ray Sanford, I live a
mile"ab)ove the beach. .1 am accu s
Lomed lo the lake ; I spe(Il half i v
Lime ulpon i(. I know all the boats
the one yolt have chloseni is unsafe.
If you go out in her you will cer
tainlyV be dirowned."'
i1e put on his hat, aId 'walke'I
aIway without another word. I Ie
was I[roud, too ; it was easy to sec
I ginced at Khathlecn. She did
niot see mn ; her eyrci were hent up
an the graceful figure in its cos.rse
'ress moving downu the Shinil
I saw her clench her hands and
3ct her teti to(ether, then her
gaze enicou ntere'd mine, andl slight1
ly, she forced a smile.
"Are you ready, ladies?"
Mr. Fan1awe's voice broke the
'"Are you going in the boat ?"
"'To be sure. I am n1ot foolish
en-ough to pay any le(I to the
L-roakings of yonder Clodhopper.
I'll teach him that I, too, under
stand niaging a boat, if I do not
spend half' my time on the lake.
"You are careless in your epi
thets, Mr. Fanshawe," observed
Kiathleen frigidly ; '"mist aken, like
wise. Mr.Sanford is a gentleman."'
''You have the honor of his ae
iaintanlce, it seems?''
Kathleen's eyes flashed, but shte
c'ontrolled her aniger.
"'ie taught me to r'ow,"' she an
swered(, andI no more,
But she saidl enoughi to set mec to
Well, we yellded to the ruling
power ;and soon1, seated in the
pretty boat, were dancing merrily
over the water, far away from the
It was a perfect day, and full of'
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