Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-02-23
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WRITTEN FOE THE YoRKv1LLB ENQUIRER.
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BY MRS. MARY A. DENIsON.
CHAPTER XXI.
STAR UNHAPPY.


In her chamber, Star fell on the bed,
moaning and weeping, as if her heart would
break. 1t was not less the recollection Of
the painful part she had been obliged to
take, than the anguish Of the man whom
she had denied, that brought tears and cries
from her tender little heart.
sWhy, Star, what is the matter? All so
happy down stairs only, Marshall missed
you terribly, and we couldn't think where
you were. Why how you are crying, Star
do, please, tell me something; you worry
and frighten me-
Star lifted herself, her two little hands
still buried in the handkerchief that buried
her eyes, as she cried. 'Oh me-Media-
if-if-you-knew how miserable 1 am
If you only knewv And as if conscious
that this knowledge would make her friend
miserable, also, Star sobbed harder than
ever.
tNow, Star it's too bad of you; can't
comfort you bit. You ought to tell me
Just what the trouble is, and maybe can
suggest something said Media.
mo, no; impossible, unless you could
take me away from here. 1 have been the
means of causing misery to those I should
like to respect, if-if-I could
by those, you mean Mr.. Carlisle sug-
gested Media.
sYes, and your aunt Dora, and your
uncle; they will both be angry with me-
sFor refusing Mr.. Carlisle, I suppose -
Is not that the upshot of the matter?'
Yes. I refused him to night, and Oh !!
you should have seen him! He will be
angry with me, with everybody, when he
comes to think how he has hunbled HIM
self
sPooh! let him be angry then. You
shouldn't destroy your happiness for his
sake. Besides, it would be wicked to mar
ry such man. o! could tell you story
of a poor wronged girl, who lived in one
of his elegant houses. Yes, no wonder you
open your eyes-lived on the wages of infa-
my, but not till she had been shamefully
treated. She has gone now "a new face
not long ago, was the reigniug star in that
beautiful house, and the other. miserably
tear-staiued, dreadfully lined with guilt,
made old in its youth, is now only a heap
of ashes
o.! you make me creep all over. I'm
glad I refused him. I don't care bit for
his suffering. I don't believe in it-not a
bit
The two hands went down, the moisten.
ed handkerchief fell to the floor.
sWhat miserable evening sighed Star,
sfrom the time he sat in that seat. 0: dear,
1 don't want to see him again. l detest
him; I fear him. Media, he's not too good
to do any fearful deed
Il think 50 myself said Media.
do you believe-Oh he spoke so ter
ribly of Mar There, I shouldn't tell
you that Andup wentthe handkerchief to
q crimsoned face.
sWhy! did he suspect-did you tell
him?' And there Media, too, crimsoned,
and hesitated.
mo, he accused me- said Star, after
short silence, full of confusion 'and he
threatened. But of course, it was because
he was in passion then, you know
sHe's dangerous man. said Media-her
face troubled-sbut Marshall can defend
himself
Meanwhile, Mr.. Carlisle had staggered
out, unseen, into the garden, where the
hum and the music came family. He was
full of wrath and anguish-brows knit,
teeth and hands clenched, chest laboring-
quick, harsh mutteriugs falling indistinct-
ly from his lips. He did not know with
er his steps tended, but walked on and on.
Presently he heard voices that he recogni-
sed.
sWhat do you suppose it means?
pm sure, I don't know; how frightened
the poor little thing looked! If that rich
lubber, Carlisle, has insulted her, he'll rue it.
well. we had better 20 in perhaps Me-