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21/U/T, LJJCF 1; 201?C1l, 2-/11------ -[1 --2 - 101 1 s 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 .MINISTER. This woman wilt thou have, And cherish her for life; Wiltilove anl comfort her, And seek no other nife ? * 11E. This woNan will I take That Stands besi4de mne now; I'll find helr boalrd ant? clothe''. And have no other "frow. MINIS1ER. Aid for your husbaid will Youi taIke this nice voulng man, Obey his slightest wish And love hh1n all 1 yOu Cal ? STIE. I'll love him all I. ean, Obey hii IlI I choose. Anl when I ask for funds IHe never mu1st refus.4c MI NISTER. 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 vif e." 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 teach you? 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-' gart. 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, a tiie.' "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 - after all! 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 mland1d. "Ilow dare you interfere in mY affairs sir?' "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 that. 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 sands. 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 sileice. '"Are you going in the boat ?" askedI Kathleen. "'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 thinking. Well, we yellded to the ruling power ;and soon1, seated in the pretty boat, were dancing merrily over the water, far away from the landl. It was a perfect day, and full of' icoNyi bU1)El ON R1m(WiN ) PAGE.ta