Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-08-16
AMT FEELING WELL.

tacks boy on day when he particularly
objects to going to school. He tells his mother,
with the confding frankness peculiar to youth,
that he does not feel we'll this morning. He
doesen't know what it is, but he is lame in
the Joints, his head aches, and he doesn't feel
bit good. He moves about slowly, openly
refuses food, looks detected, negligent, unhap.
py. Quite frequently be can be heard to
sigh. But in all his pain he never forgets the
clock. As the time advances to the hour
which marks school time, his symptoms in.
crease. He doesn't say word about school
to his mother. He feels too dreadful, per-
haps, to talk of such things. He is certainly
in bad way. His aghs increase as the
dreaded time approaches, and the physical
symptoms of decay become more and more
manifest. But the greatest suffering he en-
dures mentally. Fifteen minutes to nine is
the time be should start. 1t lacks but ten
minutes of that time, and nothing has been
said to him about getting ready. He wants
to believe he is all right, because that is the
prompting of hope which is strong in the
youthful breast; but yet he refuses to believe
he is, because he fears the reaction Of disap.
pointment. Every time he hears his mothers
-poies he is clarified, and every time-he detects
her looking towards him he feels his heart
sink within him. It is hard thing, indeed,
to appear outwardly languid, listless and
dropping, when inwardly one is a roaring
furnace of agony. But he does it, and does
it admirably. 1t now lacks five minutes Of
the quarter. Still he says nothing. His ner-
vousness is almost maddening. Four min.
utes, three minutes, two minutes. One min
ute. Still she makes no sign. Will his rea-
son forsake him?
It is the quarter. Now he should start, &C.
cording to custom. One would think he had
every encouragement now, but he knows that
even at FIVE minutes later he can make school
by hurrying. The agony Of the suspense be.
comes exquisite. He trembles all over, and he
can not help it. His hair is moist with per-
spiration. 1t seems as if he could give up
everything and sink into the grave if he could
but know the result. How slowly the clock
moves! 1t stares at him with exssperating
stoniness. The ten minutes are reached. He
breathes easier. Not word has been said to
him about school. His mother sees that he is
too i'll to 20, and she sympathizes with him.
Heaven bless her. Did ever boy have such
q good, noble mother as this? Visions of
sunny fields and shady woods and running
streams unfold before him, stirring the very
depths of bis soul and filling bis eyes with
tears of gladness.
"John."
Like great shock the beautiful pictures
fall away, and he is shot from the pinnacle of
hope into the abyss of despair. There is no
mistaking the voice.
"Meroy sakes here you are not ready for
school. Come, start your boots"
II don't feel we'll enough to 60 to school,"
he whines, hardly realizing the dreadful
change that has come upon him with such
force and swiftness.
II guess you amt dying, quite" is the
heartless reply. "And if you amt at school
you will be galloping over the neighborhood.
Hurry, I tell you"
"But it is almost nine o'clock, and III be
late," he protests in desp alton.
"LateT she repeats, looking at the clock.
'You have plenty of time. That clock is
nearly quarter of an hour fi,st."
Mercifal heavens He goes down before
the terrific blow in fash. A quarter of an
hour fast Bleeding at every pore Of bis
heart, stunned BY shock which wss as terri
BILE as unexpected, he crawls insiGe of his
Jacket and under bis hat and sts.ts on his
way in dazed manner that is pitiful to be-
hold.-Danbuy Neus.