Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-08-05

its broad portals, dressed with all the taste
and magnifcence that abundant wealth could
procure, not one rivaled, in grace and beau
ty, the orphan bride of the rich physician.
Her tall graceful figure was robed in violet
silk, that only heightened by contrast her
large azure eyes, bright with the lustre of
youthful happiness yet. There was touch
of tender pity in their dropping lids that won
the confidence of every beholder. The snow
ermine mantilla which protected her from
the piercing wind, rivaled, but could not sur
pass, the delicate purity of her complexion.
Many admiriug eyes followed the faultless
figure of Mrs. haywood, as she moved with
unconscious grace up the centre aisle of the
church, but none with more heartfelt devo.
ton than the young, wayward, but generous
man who had recently wed her in spite Of
her poverty and the sneers of his aristocratic
acquaintance.
The stately organ had peeled its last rich
notes, which were still faint echoing in the
distant arches, when stranger of venerable
aspect, who had previously taken part in the
services of the altar, rose and announced for
his text, the oft.quotcd but seldom applied
words of the Apostle, BE not forgetful to en-.
tertain strangers, for thereby some have en-.
tertained angels unawares.' Dr. haywood
felt his forehead flush painfully itappeared
to him for the moment that the preacher
must have known of his want of charity to-
wards strangers, and wished to give him a
public lesson but he soon saw from the tenor
of his remarks, that his own guilty con-
science had alone made the application in
his particular case.
I have not the space, nor indeed the pow
er, to give any synopsis of the sermon; but
that it, combined with the incident of the
morning, effected happy revolution in the
mind of at least one of his hearers. So much
so that on the return of DR.. Haywood from
church, he repaired at once to the room Of
the mendicaut to offer such attentions as he
might stand in need of. But the young man
seemed to be much refreshed by rest and nu-
tritious food, and commenced gratefully
thanking lis host for the kind attentions he
had received, which without doubt had saw
ed his life. But will recompense you well,
for, thank God, I am not the beggar that l
seem. I was shipwrecked on Friday night
in the. Ocean Wave, on my return from In
iia. My name was doubtless among the
list of the lost-for escaped from the waves
by miracle. I attempted to make my way
to New York, where have ample funds in
bank awaiting my order, but 1 must have
perished from cold and hunger had it not
been for you and your wife's provident char
ity. was repulsed from every door as an
impostor, and could get neither food nor
rest. To be an exile from ones native land
ten years, and then, after escaping from the
perils of the ocean, to die of hunger in the
streets of christian city, felt was truly a
bitter fate.
sMy name is Arthur Willett,' added the
stranger.
why, that is my wife's family name. She
will be doubtly pleased at her agency in your
recovery.
of what State is she native? asked Ar
thur Willett, eagerly.
Il married her in the town Of B,
where she was born
At this moment Mrs. haywood entered
the room, surprised at the long absence of
her husband.
Arthur Willett gazed at her with look
OF the widest surprise, murmuring:-
lit cannot bet cannot be- I am desi-
rous to think so
Mrs. haywood gazed with little less as
tonishment, motionless as stature.
what painful mystery is this ? cried Doc
tor haywood excitedly, addressing his wife,
who then became conscious Of the singulrri-
ty of conduct.
sOh, no mystery she replied, singhing
deeply, sonly this stranger is the image of
my long lost brother, Arthur And Mrs.
haywood overcome with emotion, turned to
leave the room.
Stay one moment pleaded the stranger,
drawing small mourning ring from his fin
ger, aud holding, it up, asked if the she re-
coguized that relic.
1T is my fathers gray hair, and you
are
His son, Arthur Willett, and your broth
er.
Mary Willett haywood fell upon the men
dicant's breast, weeping tears of sweetest
JOY and thanksgiving.
Doctor Haywood retired from the room
and left sister and brother alone in the sa.
cred hour of renuion, saying to himself
BE not forgetful to entertain strangers,
for thereby some have entertained angels
unawares'
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