Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-11-10
CHAPTER XVI.

- CHAPTER XVI.
Eight years have passed away since the inci-
dents, related in the last chapter, took place,
nothing of material interest having transplred OF
any important bearing upon our story. Let US
now lift the curtain upon the first scene OF the
closing acts of this strange, eventful drama.
My dear James, said young man about TWEEN
ty five years Of age, addressing remarkable
handsome youth upon the streets OF New York,
4 fell very we'll persuaded that you are smtten
by the charms of our Yankee girls, notwithstand-
ing your repeated assertions as to the superior
beauty of your English lasses.'
.And pray, Eugene, what has superinduced such
a novel impression as thats Has my seriousness
begotten within your mind such fanciful ldea!'
said the young man first addressed.
Your whole demeanor has undergone change
within the last week or two, my dear fellow said
Eugene and really, now, my friend, L DO not
think it such very fanciful idea, that man Of
your means and qualifications should bow to the
all conquering septre of love-
sBy the way said James, as if desirous of
changing the conversation, have you any cores
poudent in London p
Several; but why do you ask !?
will you do me favor?' asked James, with
an air of earnestness that surprised his companion
Most willingly
Il have often told you, Eugene said James,
the remarkable history of my boyhood, and OF
the impenetrable mystery that hangs over my
birth and parentage.'
Yes
MY kind benefactor, Mr.. Mansfield, has for
the last five years, made every possible effort,
through his friends in England. to ascertain some
thing defnine about my early history. Hitherto
nothing could be learned, save that which is al
ready known to me but, to my surprise and de-
light was handed this letter yesterday afternoon,
which confirms what have so often asserted,
that am unfairly kept out of knowledge Of my
parents Names and the heir. ship of q large es-
tate both in this country and in England
How does the letter read p asked James young
friend, taking it from the envelope.
The reader, will, no doubt ask the same ques-
tior and perhaps this may be the proper place
totranscribe its contents. Here is the letter.
LONDON, August 18th. 49,.
Mr. WIlliam Mansfield: : Dear Sir Itmatters
not how. but have been informed, that young
gentleman is living under your roof who left this
country about a eight years ago, when mere boy.
He was commonly known in hometown by the
name of Jim; lived at what was then called the
Red Lion Inn, kept by worthy couple, whose
names I cannot now think Of. If the young gen.
tleman is the identical Jim alluded to above, say
to him that the writer has in his possession the
proof that his real name is not Jim, but julius
D'Vilton, son of an old gentleman now living at
Monctown-made old by the sorrows which are
upon him. large estate, both in England and
America, are his, and will, if prompt and decided
measures are not taken, fall into the hands OF q
Young spendthrift, who claims to be Edward D.
Vilton's son, but who is really the illegitimate
offspring ofa certain designing william. whose name
dare not trust to paper. AS any correspondence
by mail may be attended with miscarriage or
something worse, perhaps it would be better 70
persuade the young gentleman to come at once 10
England. An interview with the writer may be
had at the Deserted House, near hometown.
AN OLD FRIEND
go at once to England said Eugene, folding
the letter and returned it to James.
Il am not exactly prepared to leave America
inst now,' replied James. Mr.. Mansfield is too
feeble to attend to business now, and l do not
think that, under the circumstances, 1t would be
proper to leave him, without first arranging his
business and making some provision for his COM
fort during my absence
is there nothing else that prevents your imme-
diate departure" asked Eugene, insinuatingly.
Nothing that am particularly aware Of re-
piled James. But, Eugene, to change the sub
iect, wish you to write to one of your cores
pondents in England, and endeavor to ascertain
if certain Mr.. George Vandry is still living in
Monctown.'
twill do so with pleasure; but. say, James,
are you not in love with that exquisite little Juli-
ct Pressly, that sings so sweetly?'
who? the young music teacher that lives oP-
pcste Mr. Mans6eld?' p
That boards there, you mean"
Nonsense, Eugene; you surely cannot be in
earnest when you ask such
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gene, laughing. 'Why, my dear James, you might
as well tell me that you do not breathe as to try
to make me believe that you are not utterly lost
and swallo- ed up in love-
WELL Eugene said James, evasively, since
should fail, even if l attempted, to convince you
that do not breathe, it will be useless to endea'
yor to away with that other fanciful idea yours
Good morning.
'Au revoir!' said Eugene, laughingly touching
his hat; and, thus saying the two friends parted
What are you peeping at through those blinds? p
asked Mr.. Mansfield as he entered the front par
lor and observed James, half concealed by the win
dow curtain, as if anxious to see and yet not be
seen.
Nothing, sir, he replied, starting and changing
color.
Nothing. eh? Well, my boy, it strikes me as
come very important since q certain charming
little Juliet removed into that house across the
way. You were looking at her-you sly rogue!
why. uncle Billy = said james, in awell feign-
ed tone of surprise, 4 never
Don't, james, said the old man, holding up
his fore6uger warningly. Don't say one word
more; or am confident that the truth will be
violated Then putting his hand affecticnately
upon the shoulder of the handsome youth, he con-
tinued: Bless me, James! there need be no Sc
crets between US. If l am an old man, my heart
is still young; and if you love the beautiful girl
over the way I'm sure its nobody's business, and
that there is no harm in loving what God made SO
very. very lovely
Hist, masther Jim"
What are you up to Barney" asked Mr.. Mans
field, turning quickly around, and observing Bar,
nov under the bookcase. What in the world are
you doing there?'
Och ! be the powers O. mud it's mesilf that's
been undher the dhirty bookcase for the last
hour intirey.'
.But what are you doing there p asked the old
gentleman.
Och! I was jist claiming the mehoginy, your
honor; and, before I knew it, fell aslape.
What does all this mean?' asked Mr. Mans.
field, turning to James, with an air of.unusual
seriousness. You surely are not doing, or abou,
to do. anything that renders secresy necessary
Come tell me what Barney means by hiding un-
der the book case
Pom my honor, sr..' said James, 4 am unable
to give you any information on the subject. did
not even know that he was in the ROOM
.Plaze yere honor said Barney, crawling from
bia bidino.place tmasther Jim knows nothing