Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-04-11
After a week or two a VERY rainy spell set

Maurice was now secretly delighted to find
that she once more resorted, with her differ
ent occupations, to the library, where she
spent the greater portion Of the day as of yore
Still she was silent, and worked or read per
severingly, as though she had no interest be-
beyond; or still worse, would fall into fits o.
nusing, from which she would not be reused
But at last Mrs. Blanding caught cold
how Maurice blessed that cold land thought
it necessary to shut herself up in her bed
room until it was better; and now common
politeness rendered it Mary's duty to pay
more attention to the invalid, who would
otherwise have been left quite to himself. An
invalid he still was, and likely to remain
though so far convalescent as to be able te
sit up most of the time in comfortable chair
The physician who visited him, forbade any
present attempt at exertion, though he en-
couraged the hope of his being able to move
about in few weeks time. As to his going
again into active service, there was small
chance of that being practicable, for twelve
month or more to come.
II was afraid, Miss Eustace, that you had
intended to desert me altogether" he said
plaintively, when he found himself alone with
her on the first day Of Mrs. Blanding's re-
tirement.
Mary raised her pretty brows. "Were
your she languidly rejoined. @
"Yes. 1t was rather unkind of you, ]
think, to leave me 80 much alone"
81 did not suppose that you were alone"
"Well-I was not, exactly but that excel.
lent old lady, upstairs, bored me dreadfully
sometimes. She is so prosy, she used to make
my head buzz"
Mary could not help smiling. "You are
very ungrateful. considering the trouble she
always takes to entertain you," she replied.
mo, am grateful enough. But it is not
much wonder that longed for your society
instead. Have you been writing poetry, OF
what2"
Il never write poetry" said Mary, with
calm scorn.
"Now don't speak in that contemptuous tone,
Miss Eustace, or I shall be afraid to confess
my weakness in that line. Don't you know
that J. have propensity for scribbling ?"
~ was quite unaware of it, assure you. .
"Well, it's true, Notwithstanding. Now
look here, will you laugh at me if l show you
something that I dashed off yesterday to
amuse myselfS Just little impromptu, you
know. I told Mrs. Blanding was calcula'
ting an account, and 90 she let me write un'
disturbed"
II shall not laugh-if can help it" said
Mary.
"But you can help it, because it isn't fun
ny it's sentimental. There, I hardly know
whether you can make it out. It's e. horrid
scrawl-my hand is so shaky yet"
He held out half sheet of paper, on which
some rhymes were wFitrsu in pencil: Mary
took it and deciphered the lines easily enough
They were quite legible, though unsteadily
written.
"My heart oppressed, cried out in pain,
And plead for pity, but in vain;
Trodden beneath her foot it lay,
And calmly passed she on her way.
Poor heart, be still
Thou can'st not melt her scornful mood, OF
mould her to thy will. ..
"Yet wait, and hope-the years will go,
And time, perchance, will heal thy woe;
Hope on, and never cease to love,
For pity yet her breast may move.
Be patient still,
Till patience, love and constancy do mould he,
to thy will. ...
"But if these three still useless prove,
And haply fail to win her love,
Thy constancy let nothing shake,
Nor even in death thy fetters break.
Be faithful still,
Though all thy faithfulness should fail to mould
her to thy will"
"Well, what do you think of it?" asked
Maurice, as she returned him the effusion
without any comment.
GAS you said, it's very sentimental" she
replied.
"And very stupid, no doubt, you add men.
tally"
swell, 1 think the poetry is little lame, u
said Mary. II fancy you could do better.
no doubt have done better before"
"But the sentiment, Miss Eustace-don't t
criticise the rhymes too severely but tell me
what you think of the sentiment expressed.
Does it meet with your approbation?"
"Not entirely" said Mary. "If I were a
man and my love were rejected, I should
quietly overcome it."
"How lightly you talkl Suppose it would
not be overcome"
ut could be, by strong will"
"But if there were chance of its winning
return some day?"
"I wouldn't wreck all my peace of mind on
a chance. I would hunt for happiness some.
where else."
$50 that's your advice to me, is itT said
Maurice, IS he folded up his verses and re.
turned the paper to his pocket-book.
my advice ?-not at all. I thought we
were merely discussing an abstract question u
"Well, to tell the truth, Miss Eustace, that
doggerel is partly a vent for my real feelings,
That is what makes it so idiotic, I suppose. u
"If you had told me that at irst," said
Mary, II should have been more cautious in
expressing my opinion"
"But you see I wanted to find out exactly
what you thought. You have faint idea.
now, of the predicament am in"
Gall can say is, am sorry for you, u
said Mary, as she rose from her chair. 81
hope the lady you are pining for, whoever
she may be, will not try your constancy too
far, but relent before death comes to finish
your pain. It's lunch time, Mr.. Cleveland.
Shall I fetch you cup of broth, or do you
prefer cold chicken instead?"
"I'll take cold chicken. If Won nleasa." !"