Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-07-19
shame, and so it is, and won't encourage o

There was good deal more sobbing; rather
unintelligible and very affecting to the listen
er, but the truth soon peeped out, and Johf
Warbeck, in flash, saw all.
The revelation was the greatest grief OF hl'
life His sister, the pretty, kind Clara OF long
ago, changed to this !! =,
"She loved my money, and not mer' he
thought. 1T is worth quarter of million
and more, to find out thing like this. Now
wha. shall do about it 2
Fapnie's countenance soon cleared up, see
ing he was more cheerful; and so they talked
long time in the soft twilight of that little
room, and she told him, as he smoothed hel
pretty hair, little secret. 1t was, of course
something in regard to Lucius. She and Lu
cius we're secretly engaged to be married.
"And you see this pretty ring, Uncle John
Well, he gave me that-isn't it beautiful =
and it's a pledge you know, Of his fidelity and
truth. We are going to wait for each Other
ever so long"
And truly they were, if poor Fannie was
going to wait for the accumulation OF thai
"essy competence" upon which her mamma
insisted as sine qua non but which, as yet
was thing seriously projected and not begun
All this was very delightful to old John
Warbeck, poetical romance in which he ln'
stantly became profoundly interested, to the
entire exclusion of his own affairs. He go1
up, and went over to his trunk, and took from
that capacious receptacle pair of old fash
ioned ear rings and breast-pin. The breast
pin was large locket, set with diamonds
and there was a faded daguerreotype of a
lady in it, some one, perhaps, whom Uncle
John had once admired.
"Yours my child," he said, tenderly, pin
ming the gift to her dress, and placing the
earrings in her hand. when you look at
them sometimes, you'll think of old Uncle
John, won't your"
These things we're antique enough, it is true
but worth, dare not calculate how much.
Fanni. kissed her uncle so often, between cry
ing anil laughing, that for the first time he
realized the coveted sensation of "being eaten
up" And so she left him and slipped down
stairs to snow them to mamma.
Mrs. Archbald's large eyes opened in the
greatesy amazement.
"The handsomest ever saw!" she ejacu'
lated, with gasp; and that evening John
Warbeck was invited to sup with the family ;
"to try the fried chicken p
Somehow he had a sort of instinct that en-
abled him 20 see humiliation in anything that
savored of resentment; and so, he complied,
and greatly relished the fried chicken. Fan
MES little confidence, however, was not with
out its effect. He no longer remained moping
in his room, but went out every morning with
great regularity, and seldom returned till
nightfall. He also became very intimate with
Lucius; and whatever their secrets were,
Fannie, l suspect, was not excluded from
sharing them.
Clara" said Mr.. Archibald, one day, to his
wife, "who do you think I met in Spurrier's
clearinghouse this morning-making de-
post, too2"
II don't know, Mr.. Archibald, I'm sure"
"John Warbeck."
"John?"
Her husband nodded. Mrs. Archibald be-
came thoughtful, and something startling
seemed to have occurred to her. That night
John Warbeck was agreeably surprised to
find that he was no longer to occupy the little
back attic.room.
"Why you ,viN insist on that horrid room,
John, can't imagine" said his sister" when
you knou there are three or four vacant cham
bers on the second floor"
"Well, Clara, it's all one to me-" he an.
swered, good-humoredly; "but, now that we
are alone, l want to be frank with you. I've
been here for some time, and-and 1.-THE
hesitated-"it goes against my grain to live
at any place without paying for my accommo'
dation, you know. don't feel independent.
Now, here's a hundred dollars-not for my
board, you know, Clara-but just as pres.
ent. 1 want you to buy yourself a dress, or
something with it."
"John Warbeck," said Mrs. Archibald, in.
dignantly, Il do not deserve this insult. Your
home is here as long as mine is here. | felt
honored-I felt touched, John" che continued,
tears starting to her eyes, when you wrote
that you intended to spend the evening of
your days under my roof and now to offer
money-to your own and only sister-who has
always loved you"
And she quite broke down, and sobbed
violently.
John put away the money, and soothed her
IS we'll as he knew how but she left him, ap
parently deeply wounded.
By the time she reached her husband
study, her feelings were evidently under better
control, for she burst in upon that elderly
gentleman, who was quietly reading his pa
per- with the words, civilian Archibald, you
always roula have your own way, and now
see the result My poor brother, John War
beck, has been in this house weeks-aueeks
sir-and treated like dog! You ,Oould have
us all believe he was pauper, though knew
from the first he was a man of enormous
wealth! He is worth cool million to-day il
he is worth penny"
"Do you think so, my dear 7" gasped Will
liam Archibald, trul y astonshed.
II was sure oft from the first, and but fol
you, Mr.. Archibald, would have pursued 6
very different course from the shameful one
you have made your family follow. 1t was
only little subterfuge on John Warbeck's
part. His fortune is intact, and he only
wished to test US. Eccentric, wealthy people
do these sort of things every day"
"Bless me! Do they ?" calculated the old
gentleman, in real wonderment "Well, lei
US make amends as quickly as possible. He
is not gone yet luckily"
1t will be difficult, l fear, to repair the harm
done but shall try, for our dear Fannie's
sake. Heis very fond of her that is evident
from his giving her that handsome present
And whom else can he leave his money to?
consider it settled upon her already and So
by the way, that young Mallory had better
cease his visits here. He keeps more eligible
people away and now that Fannie is such q
distinguished heiress," continued Mrs. Arch
bald rather sanguinely, "She must make
most brilliant match"
"Rut." timidly suggested Mr.. Archibald