Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1876-10-05

was as the feeting glow Of a meteor to the
calm and steady refulgence Of a fixed star. 1t
was but the imperfect germ Of a budding pas
sion, easily mistaken by q young and ardent
heart for the full maturity of fragrant bloom
and perfect flower. His tenderness for the
memory of bis dead cousin was deepened,
rather than destroyed, by this new and sacred
passion for he learned now that there could
be no conflict between the present and the
past, and that Amy was, indeed, the only one
who had ever sounded the depths of his being
and awakened its holiest emotions into
play. a. e.. ....... .....
One more brief glance at the principal
personages who have figured in this history,
and We will bid them adieu. .......-..
A year ago, the words were spoken which
bound Arthur to the maiden of his choice.
They are as happy as heart can desire. Amy
keeps house in the stately New York man.
sion, and has wound herself very closely
about Mr.. Chase's heart. The old gentleman
is grateful to, Providence for shedding so
cheerful light about his pathway as it draws
towards its end, and accepts his present bles-
sings as compensation for all his past griefs.
Arthur is doing we'll in business, and bids fair
to become prosperous merchant; and as the
bulk of his uncle's large fortune will event
ually be his, it is probable that the element
of worldly success will never be lacking to
make up the sum of his content. But his
happiness, as well as that of his gentle Amy,
has surer foundation than riches for its
support, and will not fail as long as they have
each others love, no matter what else departs
from their possession.
Mr.. Carleton had sore struggle within
himself before he could decide whether or not
to return to his old field of labor in the West.
The persuasions of his friends, however, added
to the consciousness of his own declining
strength-for his arduous exertions had told
more upon him than twice the number of
years they had consumed would have done, in
sphere of conflict and repose-and to his re.
luctauce to be parted from his children, final
ly prevailed upon him to relinquish all idea
of going back. He was the more strengthened
in this decision, by the accounts he received
of the success attendant upon the efforts of
the young clergyman who filled his former
post. The latter wrote to him, not long ago,
that our old friend Panther Joe, wearying of
his uneventful life, had abandoned his cabin
in the woods, and betaken himself to Califor-
MIA, where it is believed he is trying his sue
cess as seeker of ENTHUSIASTICALLY tighten
ing his tolls by deer.hunt in the woods, or
tussle with "grizzly" in the mountains, in
which be invariably comes off conqueror.
Letters come to Mr.. Chase occasionally from
his niece, Charlotte de Vaux, who lives with
her Alphonse in a suite of rooms in Paris
second.class hotel. She takes life easily,
which is fortunate circumstance, since it is
not embellished, in her case, with many
charms Mr.. de Vaux has no particular vice,
but be. is idle and spendthrift, and pafeses
much of his time in company not calculated
to improve his moral tone. He was greatly
disappointed in his calculations respecting the
pecuniary benefit he would derive from his
marriage; for Mr. Chase, thoroughly vexed
and mortified at Charlotte's behavior, allows
chem only stipened, quite sufficient to main
tain them comfortably, but designated by Al
phonse as "beggarly allowance, not fit for a
gentleman to live on" Charlotte has one
little girl, the very picture of herself, whom
she conscientiously tries to train up in the
paths of obedience and virtue, and in whom
she probably finds the only real happiness Of
her existence.
In lovely and quiet nook Of Greenwood
cemetery, you may see carefully tended
grave, with cross of pure white marble at
the head, bearing only single name, Leila.
About this cross reentwined the tendrls of
climbing white rose, emblematic Of purity and
innocence; emblematic too, in its Aeeting
beauty, of the early doom of her who sleeps
below. Memories as fragrant and as pure,
twine about the hearts of those who loved
her; and the music of their laughter is hushed,
and tears of softened regret rise unbidden to
their eyes, as they tenderly breathe her name.
[The End