Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-01-17

have to keep us both decent, and furnish hel
stage clothes besides"
"Oh she dances, does she? You didn'
tell me that before. Whereabouts is bel
place2''
"At the - theatre. But what do you
want to know forf"
"Cause want to go and see her, of course,
he ironically replied. She eyed him distrust
fully, knowing we'll enough that special ob
ject lay at the bottom of all this questioning
"Well," he continued, after moments 81
lence, gathering up the little pile of gold and
dropping it into his pocket, as he spoke, "slnce
you can do no better, I'll have to be satisfied
with this, for the present, I guess. Now, 60
ahead and tell me some more about yourself
I want to know all your history, cause I've
no doubt it's highly interestin', and want to
be entertained"
my history amt nothin' to tell, ,"she drear
ily replied. give been knockin' round, livin
as could; sometimes barely maxim enough
to keep US from starvation-though I've ta'
ken care not to let her want"
"What you couldn't make, you stole, eh 2
"Stole! no; I haven't never took cent
nor crumb, that I didn't honestly come by,
since that child's been with me-unless it was
dishonest to beg. I've done that, time and
again, before we got this present work. Since
then, amt been so badly pushed"
"No; you're quite livin' in clover here,
seems to me-" he rejoined, glancing around the
room. "Carpet on the floor, white cuttings,
clancy fggers over the chimney-my! you
never was 80 swell in old times. What did
all these fxin's cost your"
"Only triAe and I got them to please
the child. try to make her happy and
give her all I kin"
$50 l see Well, it's gettin' pretty late
and guess I won't keep you up any later for
the present. You've treated me pretty hos
pitable takin' all in all. I'll see you again
before long, to make some further arrange
ments. We amt settled about that affair yet
you know" He rose from his chair as be
spoke.
"But Jim, you won't do what you said
you'll promise me that now; won't you 2
She came near him again, though it revolted
her to do so, and looked up in his face.
Promise, mol 1 don't promise nothin.'
told you before I wouldn't. Don't make me
mad again, just as I've got quieted down, like
I tell you I'll see you again, and then may
be we can drive some sot of bargain. I ain'l
goin' to stop any longer now but I'll be
round soon again, never fear" So saying, he
sauntered leisurely of.
Mrs. Manuels feelings. when she found her
self alone, can better be imagined than de-
scribed. Impotent rage, despair, vain self
reproacb, an indescribable loathing and horror
at the sudden revival of the old long-buried
ideas and associations, which, in her better
life, she had cast aside, as she had hoped, fol
ever; loathing, above all, Of the brutal source
of all this tumult and dismay. And prsdom
mating in her emotions was a sickening fear, g
dread of what his spite against her might
accomplish, far outweighing any regret al
the loss of her hardly earned savings, so long
and carefully treasured. Could he truly take
her only joy, her darling Posy, from herr
But no, he never should. A fierce resolve
formed itself in her heart that he should teal
that out rather than rob her of her adopted
child.
Stealing into the bed room, she found Posy
lying wide awake, too frightened and anxious
to close her eyes.
"Ohl nanny; is he gomez" she fearfullJ
whispered.
r. "Yes, honey, he's gone. Go to sleep now
my darling; you'll be so tired tomorrow yor
won't be fit for nothn'."
"Are you comm to bed, too?" asked Posy
tightly clasping her hand.
"By.and.by. I've got something to do
first"
NANNY" whispered the child, holding
her fast, "who is that man; won't you tell mef
The woman hesitated; but deening il
probable that Posy had heard enough tc
make it useless to try and deceive her, she an
swered, reluctantly enough
"He's my husbapd-or was once"
"Mammy-" the child's heart beat with in
describable horror-''is he-my father ?"
mo, no" was the vehement denial. "No'
your father, my honey-never think that
But don't ask no more questions now," she
hastily added, fearful of being led to betray
more than she wished. "I'll tell You more
about him, some other time. Go to sleep
now. I amt got time for talkin'. I've got
plans to make, and-and-lots to settle be-
fore tomorrow. Goodnight"
"Good.night." Posy turned, obediently, on
her pillow, but it was long ere sleep visited
her eyeids, tired as they were. She kept pom
dering over the strange, unlocked for catas'
trophe which had occurred, trying to unravel
the riddle of her mothers connection with
this repulsive being, Of whose existence she
had never heard. When, al last, she dropped
asleep, the unwelcome figure of this new &C.
quaintance intruded itself continually into
her dreams, making her frequently start and
clasp the pillow in fear, fancying it was her
mothers hand.
CHAPTER vi.
No sleep visited Mrs. Manuel's eyes dur.