Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-10-06
CHAPTER VIII.

CHAPTER VIII.
d have sent message to Mr.. Vandry, so
that he may know that you are here, said
Mrs. Milton, the morning after Jim's arrival
at hometown. He will be delighted, know,
to welcome the brave lad who. saved his lit
tie daughter from watery grave
sIudeed he will,' chimed in Elouise; for
Rosa told me, that her papa would give anyth-
ing be had, to do Jim service
sIhave no doubt, my love, that Mr.. Geo.
Vandry is sincere in what he says said
Mrs. Milton; affect;ouately parting the curls
from the fair forehead of her beautiful daugh-
'ter.s2
fHow nice it would be, mamma, if julius
was here we could all 60 to see Rosa, and
have such a nice, pleasant ride, in her little
carriage
Jim, who had scarcely uttered word
since breakfast, turned to Elouise upon hear
ING the name of Julius, and asked if he eV-
er came to see her.
Julius lives here,' said Elouise.
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said Jim, striking his feet together.
sWhy do you doubt it, Jim ? asked Mrs.
Milton.
sCause I don't believe it, said Jim. o
sWby,. Jim said Elouise, papa says, that
when he found Julius, he saw some papers
in the basket, and that one of them had the
name of Julius D'Vilton on it.
%, yes; : replied Jim, Il heard all about
that; but I don't believe word Of it.
sBut father showed us the papers, said
Elouise. go
sMay be he wrote them HIMSELF said
Jim; sbut if he didn't, I know the fellow
Won call julius amt no son of my father
sI didn't saw he was,' said Elouise.
sAin't MIR. Edward D'Viltou my father !
don't the deserted house belong to him
and aio't he coming to see me too!
sMr. D'Vilton is julius father, Jim, said
the girl.
Then my name must be julius, too, per-
sisted the boy. ,
For shame, Jim ? said Elouise.-
sMe ashamed what for ? said Jim an
grily. 49,
10 tell stories,' said the girl Julius
never tells stories; and he wouldn't play
with boys do so, either
Il didn't tell you any stories,' said Jim
sand you needn't be afraid of nae playing
with julius
He wouldn't speak to such ragged,
cross boy like you,' said Elouise sharply.
NV daughter = said Mrs. Milton reprov-
ingly, how can you speak so sharply to the
poor boy?'
well, mother, be shant talk 50 about
dear Julius ..
sSileuce p~said Mrs. Milton sternly.
Elouise sulked and pouted awhile; then
smade face at Jim, and left the room.
you should not have said that you would
not play with julius said Mrs. Milton,
placing her hand upon the shoulder OF Jim,
who stood beside the window, pale with NOR
ti6cation and passion.
sI'm going back to Pete and Bessie said
Jim, placing his hat upon his head, and
moving towards the door
do you not wish to see Rosa before you
go?' asked Mrs. Milton kindly.
At mention of Rosa's name the proud
BOYS eyes frightened; and, taking his hat
from his head, he resumed his seat at the
window, saying:
Rosa wouldn't call me ragged, cross
boy" -,
sMr Vandry will be here shortly said
Mrs. Milton; 'aud you can amuse yourself
by looking over these drawings while you
are waiting for him.
Jim took the portfolio from Mrs. Milton's
hands in silence and, had examined but a
few of the drawings, when be managed, by
dint of perseverance to spell out the name of
Julius D'Vilton, upon the margin of one of
the rough sketches.
did Julius do this?' he asked; holding
up the sketch of a windmill. /. ..
sYes, my child replied Mrs. Milton; 'ail
of them are his drawings
The words had scarcely escaped the lady's
lips, when the impetuous boy hastily threw
the portfolio aside, and walked out upon the
piazza.
STRANGE said Mrs. Milton, 'that the boy
has taken such dislike for Julius ? Then
looking out upon the piazza, and observing
Jim restlessly pacing to and fro, she contin-
ued sMay God help the poor boy he
he alone can protect the right
A LOUD rap at the front door called Mrs.
Milton's attention to that quarter; aud the
next moment Mr.. Vandry burst into the
room, and stood before the lady.
where is the noble lad 2 he asked, look
ing hastily around the room.
Jim, hearing the question, entered the
room, but Immediately started back upon
observing George Vaudry.
George Vandry, with an expression of
mingled shame, modification, and surprise.
stood speechless in the centre of the room
then, going up to Jim, and placing his hand
upon the shoulder, he asked:
sAre you not the little match-vender whom
I met upon the street some weeks agoT
sI'm the boy that you abused and whipped
for potbinp' replied Jim. sullenly,