Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-02-07

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known approaching future. Madame Pre-
vile, too, who had bravely borne up thus far
succumbed to the pressure of the emotions
which would no longer be kept in check, and
fairly broke down, shedding tears almost as
freely as Helen, as they spent their last even
ing together by the 6reside in the dear old
quaintly-furnishad parlor, remembering that
it was the last, perhaps, that would ever thus
be spent.
But tears and regrets we're alike unavaling,
and with the dawning of the day that was to
witness their parting, came renewed sense OF
the necessity of selfcontrol. Mr.. Lambert
was to arrive at lie Bocage at seven o'clock,
and Helen had promised to be punctual. She
felt that there was no time now for the in
diligence of agitated feeling, and with pale
face, but outward composure of manner, she
completed the few final arrangements neces-
sarilv postponed until now; tried, though un-
successfully, to eat some breakfast, and DON
ming her travelling gear, waited for her escort
to appear, which he did within five minutes
after she had drawn on her gloves. The leave
taking proper was of the brletest. All that
there was to say had been already said, and
only close but hurried embrace, whispered
adieu, remained. Helen tore herself from
Madame Previlles arms, gave her hand for
an instant to Victor, who scarcely pressed it
before he let it go then drawing her veil over
her face, entered the diligence which was to
convey her to the railway station, and, with
her new acquaintance at her side, was driven
rapidly away.
We will pass over the details of the jour
ney. 1t suffices to say that in due time they
reached their destination, and our young
traveller, with beating heart, was ushered
into the presence of her new or long-forgotten
relatives
MIR. Edmund Dashwood, an old gentleman
with brisk, alert figure, light eyes adorned
with glasses, curly gray hair, and an air of
scrupulous neatness about his person and
dress, stood in the doorway of the elegant
house at which they alighted, waiting to re-
ceive her.
"My dear niece!' he exclaimed, with much
warmth, as he pressed a fatherly kiss upon
her cheek; 81 am most happy to welcome
you home" Then after exchanging some
what formal salutation with his step-son, he
conducted her through marble vestlbule
into spacious drawing room, where young
girl of sixteen or seventeen was practiclng
upon harp. She stopped Immediately on
their entrance, and coloring deeply, came for
ward with diftident air.
"You didn't know cousin Helen had ar
rived, did you, Myra? Helen, this is Myra
Dashwood, your great.aunt's granddaughter,
consequently your second-no, third cousin
She lives with US, and you'll find her pleas
ant companion, | dare say"
Helen was struck by the girls shrinking,
nervous air. With the instinct of relation
ship she bent forward to kiss her, but the kiss
was scarcely returned, and Myra's small, limp
hand detached itself timidly from her clasp,
as her eyes turned toward the doorway where
Allan Lambert stood. The latter approach
ing, held out his hand with careless gesture
Of greeting.
"How do you do, Myra?' he said, in the in
different toue of one addressing a comparative
stranger and scarcely more than touching
her fingers, he walked off again to give some
directions concerning the luggage which a
servant was bringing in. Myra murmurerd
some indstnct words, and instantly y hurried
from the room by an opposite door. Helen
perceived her embarrassment, without being
able to divine its cause. She had no chance
to speculate on the subject, however, for in
another instant rustic of silk was heard on
the stairs. A voice exclaimed: "Where is
she ?" Where is the darling child? | am
dying to embrace herr And this exclama-
ton was followed by the appearance of a
brilliant looking woman, so brilliant that 1t
was not easy to realize her age, who, sweep
ing down upon her with extended arms,
folded her in an enthusiastic embrace
"My dear Helen, this is the moment which
have been anticipating so Iong!" she cried,
lightly kissing her on either check, after
the fashion Of stage salute. "How | re-
ioice to receive you as an inmate OF our
home! Henceforth remember you are to be
my daughter. l am quite sure, from the ex-
preston of this lovely face, that you are
worthy of all the affection that will be lavish
ed upon you here" she continued, putting her
hand under Heens chin and regarding her
with real or assumed admiration in her glance,
which brought blush to the young girls
cheek. "Sweet, modest flower! | see that
your foreign education, even in gay, heart
less France, has not destroyed the ingenious
simplicity of your heart.
81 have not been in heartess atmosphere
Madame" gently responded Helen, uncon-
sciously employing the French mode Of ad-
dress, to which she was accustomed, and
speaking with a slightly foreign accent, the
natural result of her long residence abroad.
Her aunt clasped her hands together in a sort
Of transport of delight
ooh you dear little thing, how musically
you talk But my sweet Helen, do not adj
dress me so formally. Rememember, | am
your aunt Augusta, nay, your mamma if you
like that better. Call me by either name
you will, be assured that my feelings towards
you are truly those Of a mother"
Helen mentally decided that she would new.
er bestow upon this gushing lady any warmer