Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-04-30
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HOLLINGWOOD HOUSE,
BY MRS. HENRY DEAS.
CHAPTER 1.
Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.

w naC MAKES you 81 1aLy eiA VI q o1|NeA'
"The atmosphere of the place, I suppose,
languidly answered, without stirring, slen-
der, dark k-eyed young man, who lay at full
length on one of the benches outside the door
of a neat, rustic.looking wayside house, his
arm disposed under his head for a pillow, his
straw hat tilted over his eyes to shade them
from the light, and cigar between his lips
from which delicate wreaths of smoke occa-
sionaly curled upward, as he partly opened
them for the purpose of speaking "Listen
to the wind sighing through the leaves, and
the babble of yonder pretty little stream ; IN
hale the subtle perfumes that hover on the
wings of the breeze, mingling so odoriferously
with the emanations of these delectable Hav-
anas; and ask yourself if it be not more
agreeable to remain thus enjoying the dolce far
nisnte, than to be tramping aimlessly about
over hill and dale, after the fatigue Of a whole
days attempt at fishing"
"Fatigue! You are easily fatigued, if our
sport of to-day has knocked you up reJoned
the first speaker, little impatiently.
"Sport seldom knocks me up, my dear boy !;
it's the lack of that commodity that | find
wearisome Dangling ones legs unprohtably
over the brink of a stream for four hours at
stretch, with an August sun baking down on
ones head, is, to say the least, a questionable
style of amusement, don't you think so? 7"
"The fact is, Charlie, you are out of sorts
lately, it seems to me" said the other, frank
looking, curly-headed youth whose sunburnt
countenance wore somewhat discontented
expression, as he contemplated the indolent
attitude and nonchalant air of his friend.
"Nothing amuses or interests you; declare
I half repent of having induced you to un-
dertake this trip"
"Now, Horace, really feel reproached; !;
do seem so unappreciative of your kindness?
But, really and truly, I don't think l am out
of sorts-whatever species of ailment it may
be which that expression is designed to con-
vey to the understanding am simply aff1ict-
ed with sudden accession of laziness, which
you must be indulgent enough to put up with
until it wears off, 1t won't last long; nothing
does, with me, you know
"That's true" muttered Horace; "l never
saw such tickle fellow in my life. When we
started, you were full of the pleasure of the
jaunt, and now you don't appear to care
rush where we 90 or what we do. My opin-
ion is that we'd better get away from here to-
morrow"
"To-morrow p said Charles, removing the
cigar from his lips; and speaking with more
animation than he had yet displayed, "why,
that will be quite out of accordance with our
plans thought we were here for fortnight,
at least"
eyes, but if you do not care about the fish
ing" -, =.
II do care about it, I assure you; l like it
amazingly we'll, when the fish will bite. l
think to-day they must have been uncommon
ly shy I have no doubt they will gain conf
dence by tomorrow, and be more ready to re-
ciprocate our overtures of quaintanceship.
Let US remain, by all means; I like this place,
we get capital fare, and have pretty scenery
and refreshing quiet should not at all care
to leave it, just yet"
SHOULD you not?" said Horace, rather sur
prised 81 fancied I was proposing the very
thing that you would like"
"Not at all. Make yourself quite easy
about me, and don't suppose that I am out of
conceit of our expectation, or anything of that
sort. enjoy being here-as we'll as any
where else," he added, relapsiug into his for
mer indifference.
"What are you going?
eyes, for walk. Come, you may as we'll
join me" said Horace, who, having risen from
arecumbent position on the grass, was stretch
ing his long legs and arms at an alarming
rate. at will do you good.'
"You really must excuse me, old fellow; |
don't want to seem unsociable, but | declare
am not equal to the exertion."
Call right" carelessly replied Horace, who
was restored to good humor by his friends
expressed wish to remain in their present re-
treat, where he promised himself much sport
in the piscatorial line. "I'll 60 and survey
the other side of that hill we were admirng
from distance this morning" )" and whistling
to his dog, beautiful brown pointer that lay
curled up on a mound Of leaves close by, he
thrust his hands into his pockets and saunter-
ed leisurely away.
Mr.. Charles Sydney-for it is time to pre-
sent this dark-eyed youth under his full and
proper name to your notice-looked after him
without altering his position, until turn in
the winding lane hid him from view then he
arose, threw away the end of his cigar, yawned,
and commenced to pace up and down on the
patch of grass in front of the house, which
was an old-fashioned country inn, in one of
the most retised portions of Berkshire, Eng
land His companion, Horace Chester, the
son of wealthy merchant, had invited him
to spend some weeks with him at his home in
Reading, and from thence they had started on
tour through the rural districts, comprising
the pleasures of fishing, shooting, sketching,
and idling in general, of which young men
just from college are apt to be fond. Horace
was fresh from Cambridge, and Charles from
German University; they had been school
mates at Dresden some years before, and were
mutually gratiied at the renewal of their in
tmacy, which had been brought about by
Charles desire to see something of the mother
country before returning to his home in the
Southern States. They had fallen in unex.
pectedly with each other in London, and
Horace, taking immediate possession of him.