Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-06-03
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Fred. Kennedy is my best friend. We
were in college together, and deep in one
another's confidence. He studied law, and
commenced practice in the city; l read
medicine, and opened an Office in the coun-
try. But Fred. got in love and forgot me,
until about three months after his marriage,
when received letter from him which
troubled me very much. 1t was full of
vague hints of sorrow, and anger, and des-
pair. He wanted to see me. He must see
me and tell me what he could not write. 1t
was week before I could leave patient
dangerously i'll; but one afternoon, after
three nights of watching, threw myself and
my carpet bag into the cars; for the city.
Islept all the way only disturbed By two
punches in the ribs and an equal number in
nv ticket, and at eight o'clock found myself
ringing the bell at the door of Fred's pretty
residence, on - street. .......
A trim servant girl answered to my sum.
mons. / kneweby her look that she had
heard of me, and suspected who I was. Mr..
Kennedy was at hume, she said, and was in
the parlor, the door of which she swung
open to me, after I had laid aside my over.
coat. entered the door, but the parlor
seemed to be empty. I looked about the
walls, but the only thing which fastened my
attention was the exquisite portrait Of a
beautiful woman, almost enveloped in the
misty bridal veil-a very marvel of painting
through which shone ont the most golden
ripelets, aud face of sweet beauty and
rare intelligence. 1t seemed strange that
the parlor should be lighted 80. brilliantly
and be without an occupant, and I advanced
towards the potrait without noticing that I.
deep easy chair, its back towards ME, was
planted before it, Isoon preceived that it was
occupied, for an embroidered slipper peep.
ed outfrom one side, toying lightly with the
air, as if the heart of the one who wore it
were absorbed in happy contemplation.
I coughed slightly, and. in an instant
Fred Kennedy was on bis feet, and I was
in his arms. Inever saw him so extrava'
CANT in his demonstrations of delight. He
shook my hands dozen times, slapped my
shoulders, caught me by the arm and whirl.
ed me around the room, poked tho fire, and
laughed as if he were insane.
tBy George! Tom Conway, I am glad to
see you, said he, at last, fairly putting with
the demonstration he had made.
Il had begun to suspect something of that
kind I replied, rubbing my shoulder. i
think you must have been cultivatiug your
affections lately
well, have. What do you think Of
that? And he turned me around, and point
ed to the portrait.
Exquisite 1 exclaimed.
Magnificent, isn'tit%
sMrs. KeppsdyF
sMrs. Fred Kennedy
Very pretty, she is painted
sHa, ha, ha, ha!
tNow, Fred said I, seriously, 'sit down.
You are too much excited 1t will be the
death of you. I have come to see you pro-
fessionally. Your letter.
The letter.
sItsa clear case of insanity I continued.
fila favored with an interview with the
original Mrs. Kennedy, shall reprimand
her for leaving you alone, Your letter be-
trayed the most distressing symptoms. l
was afraid that I should find you had COM
mitted suicide, but I see that there has been
a reaction
I said this in a bantering way, but I
noticed that Fred's countenance changed,
until its expression was one Of mingled vex-
alton and pain.
NO more of thatan' thou lowest me, Tom,
he replied, and then added, 'After you have
had supper I will tell you all about it.
Jane is a good creature, and has gone to
the sewing circle. Those things bore me,
and she insisted upon my staying at home.
We shall have good hour together before
her return
Fred sat almost silent with me, in his snug
little DINING room, when did juctice to
my appetite and his hospitality; then We
returned to the parlor, and gave myself up
to slippers, a,cigar, and Fred's story.
when I wrote you that letter, said Fred,
Il was fool, but I was very miserable, nev-
ertheless. You see, before was married,
there was young man in the city, of the
name of Benton. He loved Jane I found
it out, and I hated him. He was quiet
fellow, with dark, soft eye, and roman
tic air, and can't express the contempt I
felt for him.. He seemed to me to be per-
feet milk-sop. twas before I was engaged,
and I used frequently to meet him with
Jane, at her fathers house. I saw that he
was in love head and ears and what vexed
me beyond everything else was, that Jane
would always treat him respectfully. After
he had parted from US on one occasion, and
she had treated him with the usual consid.
Grafton, I was determined to bring matters
to an end. I proposed before I left, and re-
ceived the assurance that I was the chosen
man.
Well, Benton continued to call. do
not think he knew Of the new position of
affairs, but it made no difference. determin-
ed to cut him, and did. I met him in the
street in broad day and cut him dead. Who
should I find that night with Jane but thiscou.
tempttible Benton? Hehad risen to leave the