Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-03-29

"The other one feels it too, sir, depend upo1
it," said Roger, sagely, "But she amt ont
to show all that's in her heart" ... 49,.
Roger was right. Sometime after the two
little girls had gone to bed, Rose, who was
lying quietly awake in the darkness, revolv
ing in her mind, ina womanly fashion, all
sorts of little plans for helping her father and
making the strange life before them easier te
bear, was suddenly startled by the sound Of
convulsive but suppressed sobbing. and quick
ly turning to put her arms around her sister
found her with her face hidden upon her pill
low, in an agony of tears, which she had only
suffered to find vent when she supposed Rose
to be fast asleep. 500. p. .,a.. .4..na
"Evie! dear Evie! don't cry-please don't
cry so! Hush, hush, my darlipg-my own
pet, you frighten me, you are quivering all
oyer. You will give yourself such q headache
you will be ILL.," .a .... . ... ,..- ..:
I want to be I'LL want to be dead p
sobbed Evelyn. "I'd rather die and be bu.
ried at Lyndhurst than 60 anywhere else to
live. T sltuU die if hav1 to 70 aw~y.711t Il
will break my heart" ..... ...... .,
The calm, loving elder sister soothed and
careased her, holding her in her arms as
mother might have done. while she tenderly
murmured words of consolation and hope, un-
til weariness overcame them both, and they
feel asleep on one pillow, Evelyn's still tear
fnl cheek nestled upon the shoulder of her
comforter. No prettier sight did the. moon
see that night, as it shone in upon them
through the latticed window of their white
curtained. room, and touched with tender
glory the brown curly heads, the childish fig.
ures 80 closely clasped, and the fair! innocent
faces like blossoms on one stem. A picture
of holy sisterly love, love that was to
strengthen and matuss Xith each new hour
of their lives, and was even now ga'n;ss fresh
power, though they OWNED it not, from the
new bond now knit between them-the hith'
erto unknown bond of common sorrow.
X X
That evenings conversation between Sir
John Lyndh1rst and his steward, decided the
former in regard to his course. He gradual
ly brought Roger round to his own way Of
thinking, 80 far as to admit that, perhaps, in a
new country, he would stand the fairest chance
of retrieving his fortunes, which in the old
country he could not hope ever to do. So it
was definitely settled that he should emigrate
to California. He had been greatly impress.
ed by certain descriptions of the mines there,
with which the newspapers had lately been
teeming, and he felt conviction that wealth
was floating in the very atmosphere Of that
enchanted region. His friend and adviser by
no means shared his enthusiasm on this point.
Still, he acknowledged that "where gold and
silver was in such plenty, it seemed only rea'
sonable to hope that he might come in for
share of it." And the baronet, getting out
maps and pamphlets, with which he had am.
ply provided himself, grew eager while tracing
and locating certain peculiarly tempting
spots, and reading glowing extracts pertain
ing to the same, while his companion looked
and listened, Offering but scanty commentary
save in the shape of an occasional grunt.
"Well," at last exclaimed Sir John, lean
ing back in his chair, and pushing his spec
tacles up on his forehead, as the clock chimed
the midnight hour, 81 feel easier, now that
my mind is positively made up. Twill be a
hard wrench. tearing myself away from the
old place, but the sooner it's over the better.
But Roger, I wish now to know something of
yo,.r plans have you decided yet upon your
future occupation, or will you spend the rest
of your days in well-earned ease and leisure
In the latter case, l suppose you will 60 to
your brother in Suffolk"
"No, shan't 60 to my brother, Sir John.
He has large family, and don't need my
company, nor I his"
"Well, where shall you go?"
"To America" was old Martins grim reply.
"America Roger! You cannot mean-"
"It's late, Sir John-past twelve O'Clock"
quoth Roger, jumping up in hurry, land l
must be getting home But one thing I'd
like to say before I bid you goodnight, and
it's this. If you think you're going to shake
yourself free of Roger Martins company at
this time o'day, after we've been together the
better part of lifetime, you are just about
as completely mistaken as ever you were in
your life. Maybe you can do without me-
it's likely enough you can-but I can't do
without you, and I mean to stick by you,
wages or no wages, through thick and through
thin, till THAT trumpet blows which'll call you
or me away from this world to better, where
we won't need one another any more. That's
my resolve And so goodnight to you, cir,
and wish you pleasant dreams" And be-
fore the baronet could find words, Roger seized
his hat, and sped out of the house, leaving
his master trans6xed with astonisbment, and
other emotions almost, impossible to describe.
TO BE CONTINUED.
A. CHEERFUL HoME.-God requires pa-
rent to make a cheerful attractive homo. In the
pressure of business the tendency among us
is to neglect home life. Home is made dreary
and repeuant, and the child finds his chief
attraction abroad. This is fatal mistake.
For when the love of home has perished
from the heart of child, then the first step