The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-07-12
"Eustacia Allan"

"Eustacia Allan"
They walked on, for a few min
utes, in silence. Then Emily spoke
again.
"And what has wrought such a
change in your sentiments p
"Shall l confess it to you hon
estly ?"
"Of course" she said, a little
impatiently.
"You!"
al" Emily Redeemed radiantly.
"But how-when-have l."
Every day and every hour, and
by a thousand insensible influences,
Emily, you have made a self-reli-
ant man of mo. Heretofore-and
l don't think it was so much my
own fault as the error of my early
education-I have looked upon
myself as something above and be-
yond the working herd Of every
day creation-something to be
spared and relieved from contact
with toll or effort, st any cost"
"And now ?" she asked softly,
with her brown eyes raised wist'
fully to his.
Gas l said before, you have
taught me differently. I am 60
ing home from beautiful autumnal
wildernesses, to work"
"Wat are you going to do ?"
"Chop wood-carry coal-study
law-do something. Don't laugh,
Emily. 1 have studied law super
fcially. Now I shall throw my
whole soul and energy into the
business. I will make my own
fortune p
"And the beiress p demanded
Emily, with demure gravity.
"Oh, she'll find plenty Of better
husbands than I should be-" frank
ly answered Mr.. Pcrci7al. "ls
this the school, l-house already? and
I have so much more to say to
you!"
"I must wait until another
time," said Emily, with the digni'
ty Of the schoolmistress. "Good-
bye. Mr.. Percival."
And she disappeared into the
little brown weather-beaten build
ing, where the children were al.
ready beginning to swarm like Sc
many juvenile bees.
Gle is splendid fellow" she
thought, with throbbing heart and
softly luminous eyes; "and oh:
how much truer, nobler, manlier:
than | had any idea Of"
Mr.. Percival was waiting to cs'
cort Miss Etheregc home, under
the yellow canopy of tho great
whlte-wood tree which stood like
a sentinel at the entrance Of the
woods.
emily" he said wistfuHy, GIVE
been thinking of it all day. I can
not go away unless you will first
promise me to be my wife"
"Guy, this is very sudden J"
"Not with me. 1t has been in
nv mind since almost the first
day ever saw you"
But, Guy" she faltered a little
in her voice, though she strove tc
make it firm and steady. "In
but a poor scbool-teacber-how
can I help you on in the world ?
"By your counsel and compan
ionship and sympathy-by you'
sweet self, Emily!'
He had taken her hand now
and was looking earnestly into
her face.
EMILY, do you love me p
She hid her face on his shoul
der.
"Oh, Guy, how can I help it ?"
They had nearly reached home
walking in the golden enchant
ment of the dim Illuminated woods
when the late sunset laid bars O.
quivcring amber across their path
and birds glanced in and out, Ike
thoughts that come and go in hap
py hearts, when Emily paused.
"Stop q minute, Guy. There is
something I want to show you"
And she drew from the folds o.
her dress a little photograph. HI
started, as we'll he might.
"My own picture!"
"Yes-your own picture; the
one You sent to Eustacia Allan :
"Did she give it to you?"
"Not exactly. Oh, Guy, how
shall I tell you? Yet it must be
told! Guy" with a sudden effort
of selfcommand, II am Eustacis
Allan, and Emily Etherege is only
a fictitious character l knew
you wore here and, Guy, | want
ed to know you as you really
we're! Are you very angry ?"
Guy stood staring breathlessly
at her.
"It's like a play! !' he cried.-
'But, Emily-Eustacia, I mean
Icannot give you up-no, not i
YOU were a score Of heiresses !"
IF you ever say that wore
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