Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1865-03-09
YoRKVILE SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY MORNING. MARCH

:YORKVILLE, SOUTH CI
had been sent there to protect her, and [
took her into the inner temples Of my heart
"a being to be cherished sacredly.
In a few moments, Mrs. Carleton return
ed to take me to the refectory. I shall
never forget this, my first supper at Glen
thorue. I had made Lily Dale 60 down
with me, for I could not bear to lose sight
of her for a moment; and very seldom has
my restless spirit ever been so quietly hap.
py, as sitting there, at the upper end of
that long, mahogany table, with the quiet
figure of my mothers early friend at the
head of the table, and sweet Lily Dale op-
posite. .r..-.-.
The supper was nice enough to have
tempted.the appetite of an epicure. Such
delicate chocoate-such light and soft white
rolls-suchr golden butter, and such rich
looking strawberries, shining through viel
of cream and white sugar.
I sat there quite happy, s I said. In
deed, to ordinary observers, it was my usual
habit to seem quiet, and yet never was there
more restless, upsatis6ed spirit. Athous-
and volcanoes were slumbering in my heart
and had kind of terrible, exultant con.
sciousness, that sometimes their fires would
cease to slumber-sometime an eruption
would make to itself channel, though it
should needs eat through my vitals. But a
sure instinct told me this time was far in
the future. It would not come to Glen
thorne, and while there. there would be
peace and rest.
Days and weeks passed on, and every
hour my sweet Lilly crept more and more
into my very soul, until at last it was her
home; and she dwelt there singing songs to
herself mornings and evenings.
Soon I learned that she was in love-
Nay, that is not the word for such as her
but she loved him with all the ardor of her
pure soul, one whom she deemed more than
worthy. Nor was she wrong, if one could
judge by the noble face pictured in Che
locket she wore next her heart, and the let
ters so beautiful in their manly tenderness,
whichAshe received every week. Paul Cliff
ford must have heen worthy even Of a love
like hers.
He was thirty years old, she said, and oh,
So talented and then nesting her head in
my bosom, she told me all about it-how at
first be seemed to her 80 tall, and wise, and
old, that she had feared him, and used to
run and hide, when he came to her aunts
dwelling, for my Lily was an orphan and
how he had followed her, and taught her
many things, and more than all, taught her
how to love him. =, .
And love him she did, with all the love
of her earnest heart. / have said Paul
Gliford's was a noble face. 1t was such an
one as you seldom meet. The brow was
high, calm, intellectual, almost severe, had
it not been for the large, bright, laughing,
hazel eyes, that lay beneath it. The fea.
lures were regular and classical the nos
trils thin and curved, and the mouth such
an one as have never met but once-a
mouth beautiful in repose, but whose smile
transports one to Eden. Upon that lofty
brsw lay such shining, heavy curls Of chest
nut hair, as might we'll have won loving fin
gers to wander through them caressingly.-
In short, he was just the man for hero
end I used often to threaten Lily with wri-
ting a novel about him.
Time passed on, and it was the Autumn
vacation. 1 took. Lilly with me to my pleas
ant home; and had I not loved her so en-
tirely, I might have been jealous of her
place among my household treasures. She
won even my fathers heart, and my broth
ers declared they ccaald not be half SO glad
to see me as they ought, they were SO much
gladder to see Lily. -
My mother, too, loved her but was
still her darling, and do believe that not
even on my father were mammals affections
so abundantly lavished as on me. But there
was ono who loved sweet Lily far too we'll
NY noble brother Frank was home from COL
lege, and it needed but few hours in Lilly
Dale's bright presence to win all his heart.
He loved her, fully, irrevooably, ere
thought of such possibility had crossed my
mind. Franks heart was good and noble
one, and l would Lily Dale's head rested
on it. But it was not so to be; and though
Frank bore up bravely under the news of
her engagement, could see that the light
of his life was gone out.
What happy days we had though, Lily
and I as We roamed over the hillside and
meadow, or picked nuts in the green old
forest, till the sun went down. 1.-the and
blithe was the squirrel, and the emigration
song of the forest birds sounded cheerfully.
But the pleasant days passed, and once a.
gain Lily and sat in our cheerful room at
Glenthorne, while the sky grew gray and
wintry, and holly berries ripened in the
sunshine of November.
Lily passed the Christmas holidays with
her aunt, and came back again-very hope
full, very happy. She had seen HIM, and he
was as handsome as ever, and twice as dear.
10 those winter days her young heart seemed
keeping holiday; you would have thought
that in all the world there were no such
things as change and death, and that Lily
yqs walking in the unchanged glory of
Eden.
For myself, I so fondly loved her, that
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