Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-07-04
VOL. 1S.
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Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
AN HE|RESSIN HER0WN RIGHT
BY EMILY ]. ROMEO.
CHAPTER XIV.

BY EMlLX y. hOMEOs
CHAPTER XIV.
HOME AGAIN-coNwAY SHOWS A WEAK SIDE.
"My son is my SON till he gets him nav a wife; @ uc,,
"Bet,er is portion in a wife than with wife,"
Christmas was approaching, and with it
great anticipatious. Georgia was coming
home. OF course, husband and children were
to accompany her, and an aunt by marriage
but still it was Georgia, who was the main per-
sonage in the estimation of the family.
Letters had been sent and received occa-
sionally, since the one forwarded by Captain
Clinton, nearly two years before. First, the
garrison at Potter's Bridge had been very
kind in transmitting letters, and then Jack
had taken charge of them in the city, sending
them out whenever there was an opportunity,
for there was no regular mail, nor any thing
convenient. so.
Jack was coming out to spend Christmas,
too, and it would be the first meeting of all
the family since before the war.
Russell had been to the city and brought
back an abundance of good things and was
going again with carriages and wagon for the
welcome visitors and their baggage.
Conway, Grace, and even Alice, had hand
in making Christmas delicacies, and new SER
wants were pressed into service. Alice had
her finest chickens selected for the little girls,
and Stuart was training pet dog for his
little nephew. Mrs. Elliott rejoiced in re-
covering from severe attack of headache
and now having prospect of some days of
ease. .> '.
Hourly conversations we're held about the
twins they had never seen, and Leonore, who
was an infant when Georgia had, made her
last visit, before New Orleans was taken.
Only those who have had the same experience
can imagine how much interest little unknown
members of family can excite.
At last the day, the hour, the company,
arrived. The greetings, tears, kisses and
embraces which were mingled, were too many
to record. Georgia was the counterpart Of
her mother in her younger days. There was
the same beauty, the same sweetness Of ex-
preston and grace of manner, heightened by
her perfect health and the tender motherliness
Of her whole being. She was more merged
in the wife and mother than Mrs. Elliott, yet
one of the most faithful and charming Of
friends
"Why, you haven't broken in the least!
You are as young and fresh as when a girl"
said Mrs. Elliott, fondly, when she had time
to take good look at her with hat and cloak
thrown of.
II am too happy to grow DID, There never
was such husband as Eugene. And then
my children! Did you ever see more lovely
darlingsf" And she jumped up and gave
each kiss, taking care that the auntie, who
held the "lovely darling" should have a caress
too.
Eugene De Victor was fine man, and one
we'll worthy of his beautiful and sensible wife.
Theirs had been love-match, where good
sense, beauty, wealth and blood had united
in making all things nearly equal. The De
Victors claimed little more on the score Of
ancient name and titles lost in the French
revolution than the Elliotts; but Eugenes
love was too strong to be balked by impedi-
ments, and he at last won their consent to his
marriage Georgia soon gained the affections
of her new relatives. The first grand-child,
with string of names inherited from high
born ancestors, was anew bond, and long ere
it closed its little eyes on the scenes of earth,
its mother had become real daughter to
Eugene's parents, grandparents, and the old,
old great grandfather, who, forgetful of his
former titles and renown, lay down by the
little boy, and was buried by his side.
Eugene and an older unmarried brother
were the only members of the family to per-
petuate the race, and the death Of his first
child had been terrible blow. There was
now Leonore, the pet of the house, till the
twins, Louis and Louise, were born. They
were sturdy children, two years of age, who
were evidences of what healthful careful diet
can do for city.born and bred little ones.
Plump, rosy and hearty, they did not know
what sickness was.
Georgia brought no servants, except little,
smiling, cheerful French bonnie, to look after
the children part of the day. She, herself,
took charge of the children one night, and
Aunt Pauline-Madame De Victor-the next.
No hired nurse was ever trusted with them
then. Madame De Victor dreaded to 60
among strangers, but could not part, from the
''dear little angels" whom she loved as her
own; so had accepted Georgia's cordial invi-
tation to accompany her and become acquaint-
ed with her little pets grandparents on her
side. D.. 1''n r"
Late as the hour was when they all sepa-
rated that night, Georgia had to run in her
mothers room for a little talk.
"It's delightful to be home again, mother
delightful! There; sit down in your own
easy chair and let me take down your hair as
used to do when I was girl and you had a
headache. Who does it for you now?'
"Grace takes care of me now. Her hands
have a gentler touch than Conway's. You
know she is milder in her disposition"
Eyes. Conway would have been naughty
and exacting, as well as spirited, under the
teachings of any but such gentle mother
and tender embrace gave assurance Of her
love for her amiable mother.
20, mother" said she, after they had talked
on several subjects, II think cousin Jack is
splendid! couldn't help noticing him all
the way from town he was SO thoughtful and