Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-03-01

regretfully, then hurried away.
All sport was at an end. Dora had not
yet left her room and the nurse and her
little charge were the only cheerful beings
about the house. At Stars entrance, how
ever, the former put on a doleful counten-
ance, and began to ask such questions, that
Star was glad to escape again to the soli-
tude of her own room.
At length, Dora sent for her and during
the rest of the day her mind was somewhat
diverted by attending to the wants of that
capricious lady.
Towards evening, Mark returned. They
were all calm, he said, at his brothers !;
calmer than he had dared hope to leave
them. Mary had not regained her strength ;
the terrible news had quite prostrated her,
but she was quiet-he feared almost too
much so it hardly seemed natural.
Media, he further added, had sent word
for Star to come to them if she preferred lit
was house of mourning, but her mothers
illness had thrown more care upon her than
she could we'll sustain alone.
20, if I might but 60" cried Star,
springing up; Il can perhaps do them some
good
'And leave me alone, when | need you
as much as they do" cried Dora, pettishly.
Il am sure, that would be very selfish in
you
If you think | must stay, of course I
WILL said Star, mcekly.
But Media has the greatest claim on
her, said Mark. Il know she feels lonely
and gricved, and needs some one to sympa-
thize with her, as perhaps only Star could.
The sorrow has not come so near our hearts
it has not touched our household lou
must not be selfish, Dora
Still Dora expostulated and frctted, and
cried like child; nor until some mystcri-
Gus word had been whispered into her ear,
did she give her consent
1t was not long before Star found herself
in the cars, under the charge of Mr.. Car
Isle. That gentleman instituted himself
her protector, being called to 60 in the
same train; and his attentions were both
dignifed and delicate. Star was, however,
wrapped in her own sorrow, and specula-
tions upon the great change she should find
in the home that had seemed so like heaven.
1t was quite dark when the journey was
ended. Mr.. Carlisle stood upon the step
of the door until Bilba came, holding a
lamp, and shading her swollen eyes. Her
grief broke forth so loudly at sight of Star.
that Mr.. Carlisle's adieu was hardly heard ;
and Star, with atrembling frame, entered
the house.
90, Bogus. it's awful here, isn't t. she
whispered, as Fed met her in the room,
leading to the family apartment.
Yes, indeed, it is. It's much worse than
if we had a dead body in the house, whis-
percd her brother Then there would
seem to be more reason for our grief; but
nobody here-nothing Of death but his
shadow O, it is terrible. See here, Star,
be as brave as you can, won't you? Oh .
that's not being brave"
Poor Star had fallen on his shoulder aud
buried her face in his bosom, sobhing like
Il child.
Il know, Bogus; but, Oh Tcan't hclp it.
Let me cry for minute. There; now
~W try to be brave And she wiped her
eyes again and again, but still the tears
would come.
'Hark. I think that is Media yes, here
she comes-poor girl
Star sprang from her seat Media start,
ed forward from the door where she stood.
There was a silent embrace; nothing was
said for many moments-ouly tears fell like
showers.
IHow good ofyou. to come,' said Media,
shortly after, holding back her sobS.
They went, hand and hand, into the desc
late room. Mr.. Hamilton set motionless
in the large easy chair, his handkerchief
thrown over his face, his hands tightly lock-
ed and raised, somewhat as if he were in
prayer. Tiney sat in her little rocking
chair, mournfully silent. The beautiful
babe slept with smile on its innocent lips
20. what a contrast between that full
lighted room-happy singing voices, violin
and flute, joyous laughter, which Star had
seen tirst-and the hcart-rending now
As Star entered, Mr.. Hamilton moved
the handkerchief from his face, held one
hand out with a smile that was more touch
ing than tears, simply saying, 'wc are glad
to see you, Star Mrs Hamilton also sent
for her, and when she had came to the bed
side took her hand, pressed it silently, and
with grieving lips, whiSpercd-'you have
come to sorrowful house, my child"
Yes, it was a sorrowful house. Day af-
ter day the shadow seemed to fall with ten
fold darkness. The first sharp stroke Of any
calamity paralyscs. Gradually, the reality
forces itself upon US, first with Il creeping
and smarting of the nerves, then with a SEN
sation of WEAKNESS in brain and heart, un-
til all the faculties awakened, the awful
of what we have lost, enters
into every particle of being; and the rush
of sorrow that succeeds it, is thousand
timnc mnro nnirnant than when the blow