Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-03-19

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ter ALL And will will! Prudence and
pride shall be no staff for her to lean upon
wherein am concerned!'
He was radiant with victory
And so, after all, the pleasant gathering at
! the Bluffs was the pivot on which hinged the
future destiny or doom of more than one
guest that night.
The next day everybody slept late In the
afternoon, Mr.. Clarence Gadbury and Dala-
val drove to Greenwood, the residence of Mr..
Goddard, a gentleman celebrated throughout
the State for his "blooded stock" to see fine
race horse. Damar kept his room, from in
disposition, until late in the evening, when he
ventured down, hoping for private interview
with Cecilia, which, as yet, he had not OBJ
tanned
Old Mr.. Gadbury was feeding his cat from
its chased silver salver, in the sitting-room,
and Docia was doing bit Of decalcomania
work, on walnut-box, out on the balcony.
The coast was certainly clear.
He went to the library, and there he found
Cecilia. She was deep in the mysteries of
Sues Wandering Jew; but before he could
make himself known to her, he heard Docia
rise and move toward the Venetian window,
through which she had passed out to the bal
cony. He drew back, waiting for her to re-
turn to her interesting work.
90, Cecilia, can't resist coming to you
Just see this humming bird slipping honey
from the heart of rose! Is it not absolute
ly perfect"
Cecelia did not answer. She did not look
up, being utterly engrcssed with her volume.
"Look, Cecilia. 1t is so lovely!' persisted
thcughtless Docia.
Cecilia did look with the most fretful ex-
preston imaginable upon her face.
"Docia, 1 do wish you'd 60 away and be
quiet! 1 never get book to read, but you
come to interrupt me-"
Docia regarded her with pained astonish-
ment.
"Why, Cecilia! what on earth has come
over you? You are cross as two sticks
You are positively hateful Not bit like
the dear, kind sister, who once petted and ca
ressed me! Why have you ceased to love
me? What have I done?"
Cecilia held out her hand and looked at
Docia, with the olden kind regard beaming
in her eyes. II was cross, dear; forgive me.
have not felt we'll of late Let me see your
pretty triAng with art. Indeed, it is very
lovely"
She held the box in her hand, minutely ex
aminiug it, and Docia possessed herself of the
Wandering Jer.
"I wish I could read novels like you do,
sister,
"Why can't you ?"
"Brother Clarence forbids it,"
"Well, dear, if he does, you are right to
obey him; but my opinion is that well-select-
ed light literature is beneficial rather than
Objectionable or dangerous"
"Well, then, may read some Of your
books ?"
"No, indeed, not without your brothers con-
sent"
"Oh pshaw," cried Docia with pout.
II would not encourage you, my dear Docia,
to treat your brothers opinion and desire with
disrespect You must not expect it" replied
Cccelia, gravely.
"Well, then, wont but III ask him to let
me read your books when he comes back. l
know he'll say yes. At any rate it was uncle
Gadbury who put him up to forbidding me
to read novels. Ijust detest uncle Gadbury|
A scarcely perceptible frown came to Ce-
celias white brow, as she said: "But you need
not worry your brain with thought Of him.
You have other people to like. Indeed, one
person in particular"
"Whom ?" said Docia, with smile and
fush
"Mr. Damar and Judging from his devotion
to you, would say he is also in love with
you!'
care you in earnest? O, sister Cecilia"
cried Docia, in innocent delight, not appre.
ciating the sarcastic smile that barely escaped
being sneer, which accompanied the assur-
ancc of Cecilia.
"Certainly, I am in earnest. You were
marvellously brave, too! How soon you con-
quered your dread of your hero!"
"Not entirely" said Docia, with another
charming blush 81 will always stand a little
in awe of him. He is so smart"
Cecilia regarded her with bitter feelings
burning in her heart 1t is always so hard
for woman to see another woman win her
lover, even though she has cast him off: 1t is
such stab to her vanity to think or realize
that she has been thrust from the shrine Of
devotion only to give place to another-some
times less attractive than herself.
Cecilia said brusquely to Doca-
"How many times have you been in love?
Can you tell?"
"No; don't know, DEAR" replied Docia,
with an absent air.
"Your memory is like the memories of the
generality of women-it is convenient. How
nice it is to remember and forget, just as one
wishes! You have forgotten all about your
desire to elope with Charlie Cunningham, too,
haven't you?''
"No-I mean yes; but that was long
time ago, sister," said Docia, still absently.
"Oh yes, two or three months Time
enough for you to grow cold and Indifferent.
But don't you remember how you cried and
grieved, when your brother Clarence broke