Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-02-22
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eagerly toward the window, whence she could
discern portion of the road over which the
carriage was to pass.
"They are very late, Dorothy; don't you
think so? 1t must be past five o'clock" she
exclaimed, presently.
"Dear me, no, cousin Louise. 1t isn't quite
half past four" said short, bustling little Mrs.
Dorothy, jumping up and running to inspect
the clock "They'll be here by five, dare
say.
II trust so, am sure. But something may
have happened to detain them; l must not
be too confident, you know. It's always best
to be prepared for disappointment don't
you think so?"
"No, I never anticipate trouble" said Mrs.
Dorothy, shaking her head. "Hope for the
best, is my motto. All! here they are now
l see the carriage yonder, moving through the
trees"
"Where, where are you sure, Dorothy 7"
cried Mrs. Mansfield, eagerly leaning for
ward that she might obtain better view from
the window. eyes, there it is, see it now
quite plainly, but 1 can't tell yet whether
there is any one inside or .not-can you see so
far"
"I can't see who is inside, but see trunks
outside, which is pretty good sign. Yes,
there's white handkerchief waving from the
window; that must be Cecil, without doubt"
"Dear, precious boy!" CALCULATED the grand
mother. "How long they take to come; the
horses are trotting very slowly"
"No, cousin Louise, they are trotting quite
fast it's only your impatience that makes you
think the contrary. See, they have reached
the gate; and now I can distinguish Cecil
quite plainly, looking out of the window.
Now he sees us-he is waving his hand Here
they come" and the carriage containing the
object of their solicitude, drew up at the foot
of the steps, and in another moment Cecil,
bounding into the room was locked fast in his
grand mothers's arms.
"My dear boy my darling, blessed child!'
said Mrs. Mansfield, with something like
sob, as she covered his face with kisses.
"Thank Heaven, I've got you again The
house has been as dull as prison since you
went away. Are you quite well and strong
now, Cecil? Answer me truly, my child.
Oh if you could only know how anxious. 1
have been about you!"
"Oh ! I'm as well and jolly as possible,
thank you, grandmamma," said Cecil, hearti.
ly returning her embrace. 'Ive had lots of
fun since I've been away, cousin Dorothy,
how'd d'ye-do? how nice everything looks !
The old clock and all just the same Amt
I glad I've got back !"
care you really glad, dear child? and you
look so much better. Only see, Dorothy, how
tall and stout he has grown, and what fine
color he has,"
"Well, 1 was as poor as snake when l
went, you know, grandmamma; I've got lot
more flesh than 1 had then. I picked up: a
good deal on this last voyage think. Mr..
Powell-good gracious me, where is Mr.. Pow
ell? If I haven't gone and forgotten him
I'll go and bring him in" and out dashed
Cecil in quest of his tutor, who had all this
time been busying himself in taking out and
arranging sundry packages, which had been
slowed away in the carriage.
Our poor Richard had felt very forlorn as
he stood there, stranger and momentarily
forgotten, and listenened to the burst of well
come and joyous greeting within the house.
Something very like the trace of tear, hast
lily brushed away, still dimmed his eye as he
turned with a kind smile to answer the sum-
mons of his impetuous pupil.
"Mr. Powell, come in, right off! what are
you staying out here for? thought you were
close behind me- want to introduce you to
Grandmamma I know you and she are 60
ing to be such good friends. Grandmamma,"
he continued as he led his companion into the
parlor, "this is Mr.. Powell, whom I wrote
you about. He's the best friend have, and
the best man in the whole of Englan and
America, so you are bound to like him" and
with this formula he planted Richard right
in front of the old lady's chair.
Mrs. Mansfield, leaning forward, was about
to extend to Richard a gracious welcome,
when suddenly the hand she had partly raised
dropped into her lap her eyes, widely opened
with an expression of the most intense surprise
and startled inquiry, remained fixed on his
face, and the words of friendly greeting she
was ready to utter seemed para yzed on her
parted lips.
Richard greatly astonished at her singular
manner, stood motionless, gazing at her in
mingled embarrassment and expectation, and
Mrs. Dorothy and Cecil, equally surprised, re-
mained spectators ofthe remarkable tableaux.
Mrs. Mansfield, however, recovered herself
almost Immediately.
"Pray, pardon my rudeness," she said, hold
ing out her hand to Richard, with sweet
smile, though her voice trembled as if from
agitation. I was momentarily confused-so
startled by your wonderful resemblance to
face know, that almost thought my eyes
must be playing me false. Dorothy, don't
you see the resemblance"
"To Aunt Marian!' eagerly interrupted
Cecil, before Mrs. Dorothy could speak. "I've
often said Mr.. Powell was the image of that
picture! Gracious me, Grandmamma, you
did frighten me so I couldn't think what was
the matter. You looked as if you saw
ghost"
"My dear, it is absolutely wonderful" said
Mrs. Mansfield, adding to herself in low
tone, eff the face was woman's instead OF
mans, I could have declared that Marian
had risen from the grave and stood before
me-"
Here Mrs. Dorothy nudged Cecil to remind
him that he had omitted to introduce MIR.
Powell to her.
"Oh! I forgot all about you" said Cecil,
candidly; and having performed the required
introduction, he carried his tutor off to show
him his quarters.
The room assigned Richard was a large,
comfortably furnished apartment, opening into
smaller one, arranged as kind of study,
which was also placed at his disposal. Books,
pictures and ornaments gave both rooms
cheerful home-like look, and Richard was re-
minded of Oaklands, by the comfort and ele-
gance Of everything around him. Mansfield
Park was beautiful place, and from his win
dow he had such view of woodland, water,
meadow and distant hills, as no admirer of
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