Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-04-03

These letters, 1t must De observed, were Ill
written in French.
The doctor put down the package on
chair, and began striding up and down the
room, excited and agitated.
"Dear mother" he murmured, chow strange
that next to me, you should have loved her
best and now I have met her and love heI
too. Ah! better than I ever did my mother: y
With sudden impulse, he looked at his
watch, gathered up the letters and threw them
into table drawer, and then grasping his hat
impetuously left the room. The buggy was
standing in front of the door, in readiness for
his afternoons visits. Instead of taking the
reins himself, he motioned to the groom.
"Where to, sir?" inquired that laconic
functionary.
"To the depot. I am going to Avondale. ."
And to Avondale he went, arriving about
o'clock, p. M, Mrs. Ravenswood looking
not absolutely displeased, but decidedly an
noyed at his unexpected appearance.
81 thought it positively necessary to come
this evening"" he said in apology, half-laugh'
ing, ito see if Berta is suffering any undue
fatigue after her Journey"
81 think not" said Mrs. Ravenswood; "but
Berta, answer for yourself-you feel better
dear, do you not?"
eyes" said Berta, "and like Avondale." ="
"Now isn't it just as nice as ClairemontT'
asked Doctor Eglinton.
"No, it is not" cried Mrs. Ravenswood.
"'Tis very sweet place, but not dear sunny,
Clairemont. In your cold cline there's moth
ing like the South.
Breas opic shade and palms in clusters knots
Droops the bower hangs the
Summer isles Of Eden lying In dark purple spheres OF
Gas for heavy-fruited trees" said the doc
tor, "you will see plenty of those here next
summer. This is glorious country for fruit
growing parts of it quite equal to the south
ern part of Germany. 1t is said to be fact,
that during our strawberry season, five cars
full are brought to our "Garden City" every
day, and as for peaches, the daily supply is
twenty cars full, each carrying five hundred
boxes. What do you think of that? At all
events, you will like Avondale, if its pure air
and fine water restores the little Berta2"
"I will be more than satisfied" said Mrs.
Ravenswood, smiling. "I will be then eulo-
CYSTIC in its praise"
II thinks she looks little brighter already"
remarked the doctor.
"She slept remarkably we'll last night" said
Mrs. Ravenswood, "and to-day she begged to
be carried to ride, and seemed quite interested
in things. Iwasjust telling her as you came,
that thought she had best 60 to bed, as she
seemed tired"
eyes, Berta," said the doctor, you must
keep early hours and sleep great deal, so as
to grow strong and get plump"
"Then we will bid the doctor good night,
Berta," said Mrs. Ravenswood, rising.
care you going, too," asked the doctor, in
dismay. "I did not prescribe early hours for
you"
"No, they are better for me, though" said
Mrs. Ravenswood.
81 wished to talk to you little" said the
doctor, blank disappointment written on his
face; "to talk to you about Madame Ignatius." !"
MADAME Ignatius " exclaimed Mrs. Ra.
venswood, "why what do you know of Mad
awe Ignatius?"
"Siuply this" said the doctor, a peculiarly
touching and tender expression overspreading
his features, "she was my mother%
"Your mother2 Great heaven" and ex-
cited and amazed, Mrs. Rayenswood arose
from her seat and extended her hand. "Can
it be possible? Then you are that Ralph of
whom I have heard so much"
eyes," said the doctor, pressing the hand
which he held, his face flushing with pleasure
at the sound of that name from her lips. 81
am Ralph" and he bent low and murmured
some words in her ear These words made
Mrs. Ravenswood's face flush scarlet, but she
made such an expressive gesture, that the
doctor was silent before her.
"It is very painful for me" said Mrs. Rs-
venswood, much agitated, Ito wound the feel
ings of one so dear to Madame Ignatius, but
l cannot be your wife, Doctor; it is impossi-
BILE. Come! no more of this if you wish our
acquaintance to continue. Please regard me
as one who can never be anything to you but
friend-a warm friend, now that find you
to be the son of that incomparable woman,
my dearest friend, Madame Ignatius."
Mrs. Ravenswood resumed her seat, and ap-
parently oblivious to the effect her words had
produced on her companion, she presently re-
sumed, in tone of forced calmness-
"Ah! doctor, I wonder did not know you
from the first. Your features are exactly
your mothers; the only difference being the
stronger lineaments of the masculine to the
feminine face, and should have been pre-
pared for your Saxon hair, eyes and complex
ion, for your mother had told me"
"For my part" said Ralph, having some.
what recovered his equauimity, "when l first
saw you that night at the opera, your face
haunted me for its resemblance to some one
had seen before. I feared you would think
me impertinent, but my staring was, 1 assure
you, almost involuntary. could not make
it out until to-day, when I found among my
mothers collection, picture of young girl,
and underneath the name, 'Florimond.'
"Ah! I recollect that picture very we'll" )"
said Mrs. Ravenswood, with mournful smile.
II afterward painted one myself in the same
style, of my-of Albert"
$50 his name was Albert" cogitated the
doctor -"confusion to his memory"-and