Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-11-07


don't know one blessed with the gracious gifts o
genius says: a..:. .~...
| ooh my God! Thou hast knowledge, only Thou;
How dreary Ills for woman TO sit still,
On winter nights BY solitary hrss-and hear the nations
| prasng them afnr off,"
ST am not ambitious This far off praise
would not satisfy me. Infinitely dearer is the swee
and quiet joy of home. Wife and mother Low,
will never be mine, but sister and daughter love
can claim, and happy knowledge that am no
only loved, but needed.
Her fathers eyes filed with tears there va
such inexpressible sadness in the tone. "And yor
are to be my little Ruth, Janie?'
She kissed his hand.
"Yes, papa; call me that would be you
Ruth"
"As you will, darling; may God bless you. u
He kissed her and went out
Come here, JAMIE" said Mrs. Carter
jamie crossed the room languidly.
II do not think you ought to continue work thil
summer, daughter indeed, you do not look
well.'' . e.. ...--
"Yes, am, mother" said jamie, fretuly.
'sBut you don't like it, and why do you per
sist? said Mrs Carter, soothingly.
"Sick folks don't like medicine, either, mother
but they must take it sometimes" said JAMIE
laughing.
"And are you taking it as medicine ?" asked
Mrs Carter.
"Yes man, " said she.
"For what, jamie "
jamie turned, and looked out Of the window.
Suddenly her whole frame seemed qui7ering with
life, her face flushed warm and beautiful, her eyes
flashed and melted. The bell rang. She stood
moment listening sense strained to catch
the voice-then suddenly shrinking, the. light
seemed to 70 out of her heart as she hurriedy
whispered, mamma, I have a headache; can
see no one, she ran up stairs to her own chamber
"Mr. Wilcox" said the servant, ushering him
in
Janie's excuse and regrets were given, and look
ing annoyed and disappointed, the young man left.
Mrs. Carter sat with her head bent on her hand
for long while; then rising, she went up to ia
MES chamber jamie had partly undressed and
thrown herself upon the bed. She was in light
slumber, her face indicated passionate weeping,
and even yet, tears hung on her heavy lashes, and
she sobbed like tired child. After awhile she
moved restlessly, started, opened wide her eyes,
mamma, you there Is he gomez" Thus as
she met her mothers calm, steady gaze, with a
crimson face, she buried her head on the pillow.
"Is aoho gone, jamie p said Mrs. Carter.
jamie did not speak, but burst into bitter tears.
"Mychild, this will not do; have you sorrow
you would hide from your mother?' said Mrs.
Carter, caressingly. 'Ten me, jamie" said she
after waiting some time ''Do you love this
man?' ..
jamie did not answer, but wept on.
"And he does not love you, my poor childT'
"Yes, he does, mamma" said jamie, hurriedly
raising her tearstained face. ''Do you think l
would love him if he did not p
'Well, what is it, then?' said hermother, Who'll
ly at loss to account for Janie's grief
"Why dare not marry him he is not good,
nor honest, nor true, in any sense Of the words,
said jamie.
"And he has told you he loves you?" asked the
mother.
eyes," she whispered; "more than once OF
twice-every time we meet.
"Does he know you love him p said Mrs. Car,
ter.
II don't know, mamma" said jamie, blushing
II never told him so, but I expect he sees. Z"
"And loving him as you do and knowing that
he loves you, you have rejected him from the mere
force of principle all these weary months ?" asked
Mrs Carter.
eyes," said jamie, simply.
''My noble girl ' said Mrs. Carter, folding her
to her heart. TO gain a conquest over tempta-
ton, is at any time noble; but to gain conquest
over affection and the desire of the heart JAMIE
do not know what to call it. Nothing but the
grace of God could have so assisted you.
II know it, mother. l never could have done
it of myself; and sometimes when almost over
come, Iwould whisper, I can do all things through
Christ strengthening me- Then was able to re-
ply calmly, eoldly, even when my heart was almost
breaking to be heard
"Tell me all about it, jamie"
sWell, mamma" said jamie, sobbing still from
her excitement, "You know, long ago, before we
left our own house, Edward was much with US.
He was so handsome, and so-you know mamma
what he is-that loved to be with him indeed it
was perfect delight just to watch him. He used to
say a great many things to me which might mean
nothing or great deal, as choose to render them;
buthismanner, his tone meant what my heart never
mistook. Itwas delight, too, to be loved by him {;
though constantly felt, not a superiority, but a
certainty that he could not supply the exgencies of
my nature-a constant torture that he was gilt
tering casket, perfectly souless and gemless. So,
ever warded off anything like tenderness, till the
night when our failure was known. He came to
me and yielded, weakly yielded against this judg-
ment which, susceptible as am, rules me with a
rod of iron, menacing me at every step, mocking
me at every fall. 1t was only for little while.
told him of the expectation of the world. l told
him was poor, and saw him falter; told him
he was free, and he barely expostulated. For a
little moment, how hated him, how I hated my
self. I shudder now, when I think how faith in
God and man utterly failed me. Well, we parted !;
he did not seek another interview, and I was left
alone with nothing but that memory. God help
me" said she burying her face in her hands,
beautiful even in death it was to me- You do
not know all the weary sorrow of that year, rising
in the morning and saying, Would God it were
evening, and lying down at night crying, Would
God it were morning. And thenmy work Of daily
duty, with an unceasing cry Of rest, rest, Oh it
was agony
'Wel one day on coming out of school, I saw
him-he saw me too; and I felt that he followed
me with his eyes, though did not dare second
look was glad he did not come to speak to me.
I think if he had, I should have just sprang into
his arms. When saw him again was prepared