Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-01-29

ces of the lovely singer; but never, for one
instant, did his heart wander from the tair
woman he had professed to love-from Ce-
celia Fessenden.
Coffee and fruit were, after while, present.
ed. Then music was introduced, and Clar-
ence was entertained by the new songs from
Paris, sung in the sweet, melodious voice OF
Lide Halstead. Mrs. Park Brentz, all this
while, regarded their guest with the closest
scrutiny, endeavoring to discover whether ne
looked Indifferent or interested. She thought
he looked pleased, and she wisely reflected: /:
He will succumb-.not in visit or two, per-
haps-but surely, after while he will. 10
fulfill my employers behest 1 am resolved
will be watchful and patient. Perseverance
wins all things. Lide is quiet enough; but
she is not weak, and she will, unknown to
herself, aid me; for she is in love with him +
"You love music, Mr.. Gadbury?" she said,
when Lide left the piano.
"Very much, indeed" he answered, earn
estly.
30, so do T." said Lide, impulsively; "do
come often, and let me play and sing for
you!" Then she colored vividly and drew
back, for she feared she had shown her ardent
feelings too plainly. Whereupon Clarence
bowed to her, saying he should feel the great
est happiness in availing himself Of the kind
privilege she extended to him.
But days elapsed, and Gadbury made no
second visit to the villa ! He had the entree to
Mrs. Vaughn Fessenden's residence, and had
no inclination to seek any other society-hers
was so satisfying and so fascinating. Every
day, Gadbury fell deeper and deeper in love
with Cecilia, and she had become the light OF
his very life. There was always joyous
smile, gaily beating heart, warm clasp of
the hand, to welcome his coming; and the
flushing cheek and trembling fingers he &C.
cepted as signs of love-of waking love-for
him, and he glowed with inexpressible delight
at the thought.
Meanwhile, how felt Irving McDonald'
He was devoured by jealousy! He medi-
tated all sorts of plans, in order to injure Ce-
celia and separate her from her wealthy lover,
the Kentuckian, whom he watched every day
disappear behind the portals Of Mrs. Fessen'
denis abode. And he hit upon the plan OF
Lide Halstead wining him from her. Itseem-
ed feasible, and he would triumph yet! He
felt sure of that. AS for himself, he did
not approach her at all. To have done so,
would have been to love her and lose his venge'
full feelings.
X
"At the end of the season, MIR. Gadbury,
you shall have my answer" Cecilia said, one
day, in reply to her lover, who had been urg-
ing his suit with more than his usual ardor.
"Not until May, Mrs. Fessenden ?" he re-
piled with an air of deep disappointment.
"Ah my beloved, why not say yes at once
NV heart assures me the answer will be yes
will it not?'
"Perhaps your heart is wise aAd truthful,
she answered, with a little nod of her head.
"Ah! why not answer me now, Cecilia y
he said, using her christen name tor the hrst
time, and uttering it in half whisper.
"Do not insist, implore you my answer
will come soon enough-trust me"
He looked bitterly disappointed, and when
her fond eyes noted this, she fastened to say
Don't you know that woman's happlest
days are those she lives out while her lover is
attentive and adoring? I shall be jealous OF
these things, as a wife; be warned"
"Never fear for me! Do you imagine l
could ever love you less than 1 do now? If
you do, 1 know you have never fathomed the
depth of my fondness and devotion for you y
he said, with radiant smile.
"Your affection is, at the least, generous;
for am not woman of wealth. am only
a widow"
"You are the most charming Of your sex,
he interrupted, gazing upon her as he
spoke, with the most respectful admiration ;
then added, in winning tone, as he took her
white hand between his two firm palms
"You said, just now, that you would be jeal'
Gus. Well, sweet Cecilia, am not less so
than you are yourselfl So pray be warned.
l do not want to see that handsome McDon-
aid waltzing with you again. I feel like an
ogre when he puts his arm around your waist.
He must not even touch your hand"
; "But if l meet him in the dance, or in my
own parlor, how am to help it ?" she answer
ed, with heightened color and averted eyes,
remembering much that he would never know.
Then she turned to him, with winning air and
dimplng cheeks-"we don't mean anything
by that 1t is only form |"
"Form or not, l don't like it! For | have
a hope of one day calling you my own--my
very own-forever"
"Why, Mr.. Gadbury! Such feeling upon
your part makes me perfectly uncomfortable, ,"
she answered, gravely; 81 cannot help con-
forming to the customs of society while NOV
ing in its circles"
"But why not leave it, then ?"
"That l cannot do, in justice to myselfa and
my position. 'Noblssse obHge.'"
"Ah you are more devoted to the world
than you are to me! I can see that! You,
indeed make me jealous!' he cried.
"Why, Mr.. Gadbury, could laugh at
you!'
"Don't call me MIR. Gadbury?" he said,
still holding her little hand in his; "call