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It rose straight up, up, up, generation after generation, tall, branchless, slender, palm-like; and finally, in the time of which I am to tell, flowered with all the rare beauty of a century-plant, in Artemise, Innocente, Felicité, the twins Marie and Martha, Leontine and little Septima; the seven beautiful daughters for whom their home had been fitly named Belles Demoiselles.
"I will meet you to-morrow at the magnolia-tree, where first I found my little wood-nymph, as I shall always call you. Then we can talk matters over better. You will be sure to come while the dew sparkles on your pretty namesakes?" he asked, eagerly. Before she had time to answer the cottage door opened and Septima appeared in the door-way.
John H. Forney married Septima Rutledge, grand-daughter of Edward Rutledge, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. Emma E. Forney married 1st, Col. Rice, 2nd, Rev. Thomas A. Morris. Col. Catharine Amelia Forney, married J.M. Wylie, Esq., of Alabama. The sons of Jacob Forney won military distinction and renown in the late Confederate war.
Daisy had struggled up from her knees to a sitting posture, putting her hair, curled into a thousand shining rings, away from her flushed face. "Have you been scolding Daisy again, Septima?" he asked, angrily, taking the panting little damsel from the floor and seating her upon his knee, and drawing her curly head down to his rough-clad shoulder, and holding it there with his toil-hardened hand.
She will be in a towering rage, and no wonder, and like enough you'll lose your place, John Brooks, and 'twill serve you right, too, for encouraging that lazy girl in her idleness." "Don't be too hard on little Daisy, Septima," answered John Brooks, timidly, reaching for his hat. "She will have the dresses at the Hall in good time, I'll warrant."
This was the first shelter I could find, and I had carried you all the way from the boat in my arms, and under the circumstances, after much consulting, they at last agreed to allow you to remain here. Now you have the whole story in a nutshell." "Why did they not send to Septima to come to me?" she asked presently. "Because they thought you were with your best protector your husband."
"When did he go, Aunt Seppy?" she asked, her heart throbbing so loudly she was sure Septima would hear it. "An hour or more ago." Daisy hastily picked up her hat again. "Where are you going?" demanded Septima, sharply. "I I am going to meet Uncle John. Please don't stop me," she cried, darting with the speed of a young gazelle past the hand that was stretched out to stay her mad flight.
"Speak of me as lightly as you will, Aunt Septima," she cried, "but you must spare my poor mother's name! Oh, mother, mother!" she cried, flinging herself down on her knees, and sobbing piteously, "if you had only taken me with you, down into the dark cruel waters!" "I only wish to Heaven she had!" fervently ejaculated Septima.
"Gone!" cried Daisy, catching her breath swift and hard, "did you say, sir? Aunt Septima has gone no one lives in the cottage?" Poor Daisy quite believed she was losing her senses. "Yes," said Stanwick, smothering a low, malicious laugh, "that is what I said; but I am quite surprised that it is news to you. You are all alone in the world, you see. Of course you could not go back to Allendale.
I dare say you will never attempt to offend her a second time." "Indeed, Aunt Septima, I never dreamed it was so late," cried conscious Daisy. "I was watching the sun rise over the cotton-fields, and watching the dewdrops glittering on the corn, thinking of the beautiful heiress of Whitestone Hall. I am so sorry I forgot about the dresses."
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