Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-09-06

tired child.
1T will come tomorrow
Alas "to-morrow" has never yet dawned
upon any of US!
CHAPTER V.
The long, sultry summer days dragged
slowly by, and autumn came at last: But it
brought no comfort to Sara Howard. Love,
hope, happiness-all had fled, never to return.
The sad story of her life might have been
read by all who beheld that pale face, so pa
thetic in it's marble stiffness, the wistful eyes
encircled by dark shadows beautifully
chiselled lips which once parted in rosy arch
ness, now folded with an expression of patient
endurance.
But none ever saw her; only the two to
whom she was dearer than all else, watched
the melancholy which became more marked
day by day only the two who would have
given the lite-blood of their hearts for her
happiness, saw her dying day by day, and
marked the murderer. She did not complain.
Sometimes shiver would convulse her frame
and an expression ofagony contract her brow I;
but when, with ever-watchful sOlicitude, her
aunt entreated the confidence of her suffering,
Sara only replied gently
ut is nothing, dear aunty only strange
coldness as if the blood in my heart had con.
gealed, as if it we're frozen. But feel better
now-indeed I do," she would add, earnestly,
as she saw the tender sympathy filling Miss
Howard's kind eyes with tears.
And thus with stealthy footsteps Death
drew near. 1t was only on some pleasant
Sabbath evening that Sara ever went out
now. When there was service in the Church,
she usually attended; if there was none she
would wander of alone to the hill above the
river, and sit for hours on the knoll under
tho ofd chestnut. what mem0rles, sWeet
and bitter-what regrets, overwhelming and
poignant-there crowded with ever-increas
ing anguish upon this poor blighted young
SOUL none ever knew, but He to whom are
known the secrets of all burdened hearts /;
and who hath said with divine pity, II will
give you rest" No other rest would she
ever know. The anchor on which she de-
pended had failed and the fair ship with its
freight of costliest merchandise sank deep
deep-without ripple into the treacherous
sea, and soon the waves would laugh oyer the
wreck in sunny glee.
One October afternoon, the sound of the
church bell Ginning sweetly in the calm, hazy
air, seemed to rouse Sara as she sat by the
study window in deep reverie. Mr.. How
ard leaning back in his armchair with the
large family Bible open on his knees, had been
furtively watching her for some time; and
when she turned at the sound of the bells with
brightness on her face which was almost
smile, she saw large tears stealing slowly down
the wriukled cheeks of her father.
"Papa-oh, my dear papa" !" she cried, put
ting her arms around him and laying her face
to his-"do not be sad on my account! am
quite wel-only little weak. | think a
walk might help me it is such lovely even
ing. Won't you 60, papa, to church with
mef Hear the bells chime !"
mo, dear, cannot 60. There is feeling
within which must get rid of before enter
into the presence of the Almighty
Sara started, and looked at him with pain
full anxiety.
ooh papa, it is wrong! But no-I know
you forgive him. Iforgive him ! Oh | hope
1 can say it sincerely!
She stopped and buried her face in her
fathers bosom.
Eyes, my darling, I believe you do," he
whispered in broken tones, "but l cannot-at
least, not yet Pray for me- Sara that too
may be enabled to submit to His will in all
things. My angel daughter!' He pressed
his lips to hers in voiceless grief and left the
room.
Sara entered the quiet church, and knelt
in her accustomed place. The very atmos.
phere of the spot seemed to soothe her /; and
gradually its holy influence stole into that
stricken heart and hushed its throbbing an
guish.
"Thou auiA keep him in perfect peace uhose
mind is stayed upon Thee.
The words of the minister fell upon her ear
like the voice of comforting angel. For the
first time in many months tears gathered in
her eyes and trickled slowly down her wan
cheeks. A soft breeze stole through the case
ment at her side, rustling the willow branches
which waved near. Mellow sunlight played
over the moss.grown headstones and grassy
mounds. Sara sat as one glad to rest after a
wearisome Journey and all these peaceful
sights and sounds fell upon her senses with
that sweet pathetic enjoyment which the song
of halfawakened birds brings to dying ears
in "dark summer dawns." And truly it was
the last time that any thing could afford even
a moments passing brightness to her whose
day of happiness were indeed "no more
The benedicton was pronounced, and the
congregation passed out. Sara remained sew.
eral moments upon her knees, her face buried
in the cushions She was asking, as she had
never asked before, that God would grant
her His peace-if not in this life, at least,
within the grave And He who pitieth all
our in6rmities, heard the prayer of that
broken heart.
Rising at length, Sara found herself alone,
and hurried out in the rapidly falling twi-
light. Soothed and full of calm confidence
in that love which could not fail, she walked
on, repeating to herself in low voice, "Ihe
peace which passeth all UNDERSTANDING -
when suddenly she heard her own name call,
ed in quick, decided tones, and found hersel
in front of Mrs. Taylor's long closed resi-
dence.
"Sara Sara |" the voice called from the
shrubbery.
A fair, piquant face rose suddenly behind
the low paling.