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Vol. 1
THE ORANGEBUllG TIMES
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Fl ow er 8.
FY FANNIE.
Beautiful flowers how brightly they bloom,
Over tho landscape and vale, ?'
Tho lonliest pathway they gaily illume,
And freight with thsir fragrance the gale.
'Tis pleasant to watch them iu beauty unfold,
As they Velcomo the sun's bright ray.
Or of purple aud violet, crimson-mid gold,
To gather tho b/ossom so gay.
Wherever ye roam o'er tho vale of this life,
Tho' g/ooiny and frowning its sky,
With flowers) sweet flowers creation is rife,
To gladden the heart and the eye.
Then to the Fathe who formed with llisdharid,
This land of brig' t flowers B? fair,
Let the heart in true gratitude ever expand,
While we share in His bounty and care.
SOUGHT FOR HERSELF.
BY ELIZA It. PATIIEK.
CHAPTER I.
The waning splendor of n beautiful au
tumn day turned its golden feet towards
the glojm of night. The fading leaves
took ti gorgeous hue front the sunset, and
the shadow of an old stone house over
run with ivy, seemed to have mirrored its
image on the silvery stream that swept in
soft murmuring indes along tho foot of a
thickly wooded hill, which at this laic
hour enveloped in its gloomy .shadow the
mansion, iis lawns and pari:.-, with their
numerous gigantic oaks and elms, their
vine clad arbors, serpentine walks, and
wer garden.
Tho waters of the mountain brook, in
whose crystal depths, reflected every
mount and vnllcy, and glorious sunlit
clouds floating in the skies above i:^
Itofr.ttv, i ?01 fcuw uff >l/^w^ th/jjy'ckx
Hills, and gleamed through the thick
foliage, mingling the sweet perpetual
chime with the rising; breath of tlic wilder
ness of autumn flowers. In a handsome
apartment of this beautiful country resi
dence sat a lady in the prime of life,
whose rjuccnly bearing, golden hair, and
transparent complexion, still bore traces
of surprising beauty. Near her side re
clined afuir girl, just vorging into wo
manhood, The shining wavy hair, bril
liant eyes, and haughty tearing spoke
plainly the relationship between the two,
to lie that of mother aud daughter.
"Well, dear mamma, I have listened
Very patiently, yet 1 remain of my own
opinion still. I admit filial aflection to
bo a beautiful virtue, and heaven forbid
that 1 should ever be found wanting in
the performance of its duties, but mam
ma, 1 ennnotsubmit to this cruel wish of
my dead father's in desiring mc to unite
my young life with that of a man I have
never seen. In doing so, I would prove
recreant to ever)' womanly impulse of my
heart?untrue, to the prompting of my
whole nature." And the delicate while
brow of pretty pelted Lilly Morton, wore
a frown that greatly marred its exquisite
beauty.
"My dear child, Clarence Moutfort is
said to be very highly gifted, both in
mind, and person. You Know he. has
travelled extensively through Europe,
as well as tho East, and has had the best
ad vantages for the improvement of his
mind," expostulated the fond mother.
"Well, mamma, granting that Mr.
Moutfort does possess great attractions,
and is very handsome?these are the. very
qualifications to which I object?I feel
that in this particular I am very dis
similar from most girls of my age, and
possessions. 1 have never yet seen a hand
some and accomplished man make a good
husband?"
"Object to good look?, and accomplish
ment!" interrupted Mrs. Morton.
"Yes, mamma, 1 decidedly do in a
husband, hut I have no thought of matri
mony at tho present, and even if I had,
it does appear to mc that tin' heiress of
'Mount I lope' might bo allowed the priv
ilege of selecting a husband of her own
choice," continued thogirliu merry tones,
as a joyous laugh escaped her rosy lips."
"But surely my daughter, you do not
intend to disregard the express wishes of
your father on his death bed. You can
not mean to violate iho contract made
between liim and his friend when you
were a babo in my arms. Charles Mont
fort had been tho truo and tried com
panion of your father's childhood, and
early manhood. Once in their boyhood
he saved his life; again ih maturer man
hood ho preserved from staiu his honor,
thus placing him under an obligation
which could not bo cancelled. At the
time of my marriage, Mr. Montfbrt was
absent in Europe with his bride, conse
quently I never saw him until you were
three months old, he came to visit us then,
and your father pluccd our little daughter
in the arms of his friend with aglow of
pride on his manly face. Mr. Moutfort
pressed your sweet baby brow to his lips?
and turning to your lather exclaimed:
"Richard, how 1 wish wc might live
to sec this little Clarence?united. Old
frionds, would you give me your littlegirl
for my son?it would be a happy lon
summalion of our life long friendship.''
"Would r give you my daughter for your
boy?" exclaimed your lather with glow
ing checks and sparkling eyes. "Yes,
Charles, I give her to you now, and prom
ise solemnly that should they both live,
Clarence Moutfort and Lillian Morton
should bo united in lives and fortunes, as
their fathers have been for years in hearts
and souls."
"Amen!" responded the clear mellow
tones of our guest.
"It was at tho close of a calm winter
evening, but in our climate the air was
balmy, and wc had passed out on the
varandali. The last golden beam had
faded from view, the stars glittered softly
in the distant Icy, and tho crescent moon
rose above tho misty outlines ofihe moun
tains; pure silver white she shone there,
as she shone above the brow of Dianaj?
tho c haste and silent queen of night. As
?.? olcrsnHrord'-scuR'citf-Itforth,^ ???nrf*?^
There seemed to mo something awful in
this agreement between the two men. I
would have remonstrated, but just thou
you cried out. and catching you iu my
arms I bore you away from this night
scene of your bet roth matt. It is eighteen
long dreary years since that winter even
ing, but it m impressed upon my mind as
if it had all occurred yesterday." And a
tremor shook the voice of .he mother
while a tenr coursed down her damask
'check.
Lily Morion tore Iho pink leaves from
I a moss rose iu a costly vase at her side,
and a grave expression, as if a train of
unpleasant thought had been agitated,
stole over her pretty face, and there was
something in the tones that told of great
firmness of character when she spoke
again.
"Mother, I cannot recognize the right
of any parent to barter away the freedom
ofn child in its infancy. My very soul
siokens at the mercenary lieartlessness
with which our high-born men and wo
men sell their delicate persons. 1 will
not say hearts. As for Clarence Mont
fort's proposal of marriage to mo. I will
not, and cannot receive them. It is the
estate of 'Mount Hope,' and not Lilly
Morton he desires towed."
"You are two young Lilly to hnvo con
ceived such prejudices against society,"
faltered Mrs. Morton, for she thought of
the knowledge and experience her rhiM
had of many unhappy fashionable mar
riages.
Coming towards her mother, the gentle
Lilly sofjy caressed the smooth white
bro>v, saying:
"Mamma, why speak to me of mar
riage? Are wc riot happy as WM are?"
"Happy ! Can you doubt it my darling.
But I wish for your own sake to see you
married to one worthy of you, and besides
I owe a duty to your dead father to plead
with you to redeem his pledge, and I
know in time you will think hotter of it,
and decide to be guided by his last
wishes."
"Never, mamma, while I think there
is a shadow ol a chance for me to be
sought for my fortune. The man 1 marry
must wed Lilly Morton for herself, and
not the heiress of Mount Hope for her
broad acres." Lilly Morton tried to smile,
but the etfort was at variance with the
kindling eye, and Hushed cheek as she
continued.
"t am t/enry of the hcartlessness uud
hollow pretensions of the vain, and world
ly, &ud sincerely wish I was Betty, the
dairymaid, in order that I alight indulge
in the luxury of marrying to pleaso my
self?"
"That wish in imagination may seem
very poetical, but in reality would be
quite unbearable. Cast aside this mor
bi'i .leelihg my child, and tell mo where
you prefer to visit? Will you accept
Lhi'invitation of your cousin to spend a
mouth in the city, or will you go to 'Wil
len.' Glen,' where your old schoolmate
Mrs Colton, expccU you?"
' To Willow Glen, of course, mamma,"
aha a pretty blush colored the while
chi ck of the heiress.
"Why, Lilly, that is tho very place I
shculd fancy you would avoid. Do you
notkuow you will be sure to meet Clar
entis Montfort at his sisters in that neigh
boi'hcod ?"
MWell, mamma, is there anything
strange in the circumstance that I should
wi*i to meet the person who hti3 been
sekctod for me, nolens voleus, to pass the
re; .ainder of my life with V"
*\No daughter, but 1 fear your cousin
wtS bo offended that you do not accept
lu I invitation, and 1 readily think a visit
to the city at this season; would be far
inajfce pleasant than the one you contem
plate to a remote country house, where
ali arc strangers to you."
:^Tet I beg leave to differ with you,
dt^r mother," and the fairgirl disappear
cdOTOm the apartment, and retired to her
ovarHttlo room, the sweet sanctuary of
he> .ehildhoo',1; from the window she view
eeb the beauties of her country home.
M3]tntains succeeded hills until their
bl '3 tops stretched far to the north-east
mating away in the dim distance. !She
v.?^hed the magnificent landscape until
^E^> aid i\o longer discern it in the
gathering gloom, and then she resolved
that this rich inheritance should never bo
bestowed by her hand on oue unworthy !
of its possessions.
CHAPTER II.
Willow Glen, tho handsome country
residence of the Col ton's, was ablaze with
lights and splendor?the new residence
of Robert Colton and his young wife, had
thrown open the time honored portals for
tho reception of their neighbors. Among
the guests was Clarence Montfort, grace
fully rendering all the nameless little at
tentions to the high born beauties who
graced tho occasion.
Whilo promenading with a haughty
belle, his eyes wandered to a retired corn
er of the apartment where stood a lovely,
girlish form. Before Clarence Montfort
could speak, she disappeared, but those
lovely features, and wealth of golden hair,
were forever impressed upon his memory.
A few moments passed in conversation
with Miss Rowland, when music from the
drawing room attracted their attention.
Again he paused to gaze upon that face,
even more beautiful than he at first
fancied; ller eyes so tender and deeply
blue, were lifted with a bewilderment of |
joy, such its the exquisite harmony of tho
great musician brought forth.. Tho light
gave a rich tinge to her golden ringlets,
broken up as they were in a thousand
gossamer waves, loosely confined by tho
wreath of tiny roses garlanded over her
brow, ller soul seemed refreshing itself
in the music that swelled through the
room.
Clarence Montfort fancied he could al
most see the pulsation of her heart as it
rose and fell to '.he sweet sounds awaking
it to new life.
Miss Rowland had twice addressed him,
and received no reply. She turned her
dark eyes to his face, saw tho fixed ex
pression of his gaze, ami slowly followed
it. TIig beautiful head was turned away,
and the haughty hello saw nothing but
the folds of snowy drapery with a wealth
of ringlets falling low over marblo neck
and arms, trembling in the light.
"1 no ver dreamed of aught so beauti
ful. That look of innocence is surely
real, the soul pure, the heart sincere."
Miss Rowland opened wide her large
eves, surprised by a reply so unsuitcd to
her question, and as the speaker still
gazed, spoke: '
"Ah," slio said, with a curve of her
coral lips, "from the direction of your
gaze, I presume you are speaking of Miss
Clark. Quito a pretty little rustic in her
cheap muslin and rose buds, is she not?"
"Do you know her, Miss Rowland?"
"Very slightly. Sho is tho governess
of our hostess, nndboinga good musician,
was, I presume, allowed by that lady to
come inhere to-nightfor the entcrtnimnent
of her guests."
There was something in thoquivor of
her voice which arrested the youngman'?
attention ; ho turned his eyes to hor
haughty face, and a smiio that had a
gleam of her own scorn in it, came to his
lips, as, ho said :
"She certainly seems very capable of
accomplishing her mission, a sweeter
voice I never heard in America or Eu
rope. Will you present mo to Miss
Clark ?"
"No sir. I do not recognize that low
creatures right to any attention from well
bred people. She was brought into this
drawii'g-room to amuse Mrs. Colton's
guests, and not to associate With them."
In a few minutes Clarence Moutfort had
quitted "Willow Glen," and Fanuy Row
land's dark Jiandsomc fucc wore an angry
gleam of rage; for well she knew
that the haudsome, well born, though
poor, heir of a proud old race, would
never ask her to bestow her fortune upon
him.
CHAPTER III.
Many months had passed, the frosty
brow of winter was now wreathed with
spring ilowers. The morning was cloud
less. A bright blue sky encircled the
sun, as in his glory ho came forth, shed
ding golden radiance on the dewy earth,
enlivening tall trees, branches of fruit,
warming into Hfi valley Uowers, and
crowning with yellow lustre hills, and
phiinL Willow Glen mansion basked iu
the sunbeams. Its old ni.u'?e r. *)ieci . ... t
rur, with ivy, and clematis. On the ver
daut banks of a little silvery stream near
by, was a massive pile of grey rocks, now
covered with moss, and wild blossoms.
On a fragmeut which had been rent
asunder from the moss, sat a }'oung man.
His dark eye often wandered towards the
house. He grew restless, ns the sun
crept over tho shadow in the woods,
though every object in that beautiful
landscape was as tranquil a>s an infant's
slumber. At last he arose, and walked
towards the house, and entered tho gate.
Scarcely had he done so, when a fair girl
ish form came forth to welcome him.
At the first glimpse of her golden ring
lets his face brightened.
"So you arc at leisure at last!" ho ex
claimed joyfully, extending his hand to
clasp tho small white one placed in his.
"Yes, Mr. Moutfort, I have completed
my morning avocations, and have come
to take the promised walk with you in
search of that pretty moss you spoke of."
"It was cruel, Lilly, very c ruel for you
to refuse to sec mo last evening when I
called. Lilly, clear little Lilly, do not
rob mo of my holy confidence in your
sweet, guileless nature, and show me you
are full of coquetry.
The girl instantly became serious, for
her ear caught that linking tone, as a
sarcasm or reproach.
"Indeed I would have gladly received
and entertained you, but I was engaged
with my little pupils, to whom I owe a
duty. Their mother is my valued friend,
and when I became their governess, I re
solved to devote my time to them. Re
sides you should not encourage mo in
idleness. A poor man's brido cannot
afford to indulge in such luxury.
"Hush dear one, do not chide mo for
wishing to bo with you. And now for
that all important communication you
spoko of having to make. I am im
patient to learn its nature."
The fair brow became crimson, and the
usually clear tones faltered as she said:
"First, dear Clarence, tell mc honestly
if no lurking regret that you did not
comply with your dead father's wishes,
and wed the heiress of Mount Hope,
lingers in your heart? If you desiro itf
I will even now.release you from your
vows to me."
Clarence Monfort was greatly moved ;
his dark eyes gliatencd wUh nioiature,M
Could it bo that he who appeared ,
noble, was one who awoke the melody of
an innocent heart that his ear might feast
on the sounds of its breaking 'strings! "
Nay, there was sonnt" ling in that opeuJ,<
brow, so high and full of intellect?ttniti
expression about the midy-cliisele<?r
mouth, and misty tenderness brooding ijrn,
his eyes that forbid the supposition.
"Lilly," he said, ML ^bought when y,ou''
learned to love me,.you auio^earnew'tS!*
trust me. And I told you loiig 'a^'tl/aV"1'
tho contract made by father ln< rayi ihftr
fancy was hateful to-me;?that it'flvius^j
likewise to the lady, and thu^ our|c?g..igpjlw
ment ?was forever canceled-., But if, it
(Ufrj 7T'??i.fl,i
will satisfy you be lev Klint I do itot de
sire the fortune which mig
mine, I will say, that I never cbilfd-,^
nevor under any circumstances 'wlnltevetfte
seek the hand of the heiress ofiMimtritin n,
The little white hand was pjnccd-?;.Ojypr' .
bis handsome mouth, and the friglitonecl
girl interrupted his words.
"Hush, dear Clarence, fur licav'n*^'
sake hush vowing to avoid doing'jf?tdri
what you are about to' be - guilty."?o? *.
Yes, Clarence Montfort, you haveSougqfr
Lilly Clark Morton, tho heiress of Mount
xiope as your bride. Can you iorgiyc
me, dear Clarence, for the deception J
have practiced on you. As you know
my heart revolted from the contract
made by our parents. My mother and ,
friends all expostulated with me, insisting^
that would I receive you, I could hot full
to become charmed with you, bull feared
even were it to terminate as they pro
dieted, that you on your part would seek
me for my fortune, and not for any merit.,
of my own. Just at this crisis, I received
an invitation from my friend, Mrs Col
ton, to visit her in this remote spot. -A u
idea at once suggested itself to me. I
would coniide in my fnehd, aud sck her
aid in an innocent deception. I would*
Visit Wiif?^leu hiK' bc-eeUu! :;#??-'
cd witK Clarence Mont fort, as Mirs y\>\
ton's governess, thus having nn opportu
nity of judging of your, worth and
charactor. But believe, me, Clarence, I
never designed to win your heart, or
dreamed of this happy termination of
our acquaintance. Can you, will you
forgive my deception?"
The lovely, blttehing girl, watched the
manly face of her lover, not a shado of
triumph marred its exquisite serenity at
the announcement that the fortune of tho
Mount Hope estate would yol be Iiis.? In
calm tones he replied:
"Lilly, my heart's own drrling, it was
neither the humble governess, nor tbe:
heiress I sought, but the woman 1 d >em
ed worthy of my choice. I loveftf',,/3u'
yesterday in your then suppo.'-vd'ptt*Wrty,.
and I love you the same to-day ; drdmn
stancea never can, or never will alter my
esteem for you.
* * * *'; i'M ihft
"When the fruits were gaudy in their
painted robes of scarlet, un I yellow kiyv s1
and long Hakes of pur. lu bluotit,nodded
over crimson berries and gohlen-htai'terf
asters, in the stately home of the j\Ier
ton's Clarence Mortfort ami sweet Lilly
Morton, stood in the soft moonlight rays,
on the time honored vara'ridah, and re
deemcd tho pledge their tutbcr?,;,..!>i&t
spoken for them eighteen, J'CAX&bfcfyrc?
and they were willing vows of f.i;tb,-and
love to last through life?and in their-"
hearts they added, beyond death.'
- no t mn< ?! ?
To Clean Paint.?The Coachmakers'
Journal recommends house-wives to save
themselves trouble by adopting the. fol
lowing mode: Provide h plate wllnfV>me
of thr best whiting to by had; ami have
ready some clean warm water and a
pieco of flannel, which dip into the water
and squeeze nearly dry ; then - take as
much whiting as will adhere to jit; apply
it to /ho painted surface, when a little
rubb'wwg will instantly remove any dirt or
grease; after which wrtsH the jiflrt well
with clean water, rubbing it well with a
oft chamois. Paint thus cleaned look.',
as well as when first laid on,.without nwy
injury to the most delicate colors. It is
far better than using soap, and does not
require more, than halt'tho time and la
bor.?[Exchange.

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