Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1876-04-20
CHAPTER x.

remained three years in Munich, pursuing
philosophical course under one Of the tirsI
professors in Bavaria, who came to my rooms
twice week to give me private instruction
besides allowing me to profit by his class lee
lures; and at the expiration of that time, my
twenty-6rst birthday being at hand, l bade
adieu to Germany and turned my steps home
ward, anxious to be in England before that
day should arrive.
In all that time had not seen my brother
and looked forward with some anxiety to oul
meeting. 1t was with mixture Of feelings
that approached our fine old country seat
renewing as went along the recollections
and impressions weakened, though not de-
stroyed, by nearly four years absence from
my native land. My heart quickened with
satisfaction which every Englishmau feels on
his return from foreign shores, as familiar OBJ
jects met my gaze, and swelled with happy
emotion when my own home.woods and home
fields came in view. The noble trees, centu'
ries old, seemed to wave their giant arms in
welcome, and Nature wore her brightest face
to smile upon my path. I passed the park
gates, and the next moment saw Rudolph
coming toward me, his gun upon his shoulder
He had been out shooting, as well.stuffed
game bag, carried by little lad in atten'
dance, testified and hearing my approach as
he was going toward the house, turned to
meet me, his face beaming with welcoming
smiles.
"My dear, dear Phil! how glad I am to
see you again !" he exclaimed, heartily, as our
hands met in fraternal clasp. ut seems
ages since you went away I'm right joyful
to have you at home once more"
The warmth of his greeting testified to the
sincerity of his words, and awoke responsive
gladness in my heart. We walked up to-
gether to the house, whose door stood hospit'
ably open; the old house-dog, Tray, lay bask'
ing in the sunshine in the porch, and sprang
up in glad recognition to greet me; even the
family portraits in the hall seemed to look
down on me with pleased faces. My mothers
portrait was not among these. That hung in
the sitting.room, where her own loved pres
ence used most often to shine; and as l en-.
tered the well.remembered apartment, and
saw the dear, soft eyes beaming upon me with
life-like tenderness in their glance, unbidden
tears rose to mine, and it seemed but yester.
terday that had felt the clasp Of her loving
hand and listened to the tones Of her gentle
voice. As I threw myself in a chair and
looked around, memories of the past crowded
thick and fast upon me, and it was some mo-
ments before I could master the emotion
felt sufficiently to speak. My brother seemed
to appreciate my feelings, and without ap
pearing to notice them, busted himself with
arranging some books on the table, talking
cheerfully himself in the meantime, in order
to let me recover my wonted equanimity.
had an opportunity, while he did so, of study
ing his appearance. He had grown stoutel
and more Aorid than remembered him, and
this, combined with the growth of pair o.
heavy whiskers, seemed to have added many
years to his age. He was, on the whole, i'm
proved, and looked, as he was, fine speci
men of healthy, handsome, sport-lovine
country squire; keeper of the hounds, and