Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-11-07

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". cannot believe that my poor cousin ii
guilty! With all his faults he would never
never conceive, much less execute, so terribl
a crime as thisw
CAV, with all his faults, my poor boy i
innocent of this. / believe it, and God know
it."
When Harold lifted his face from hi
hands, no tears we're visible; but his fac'
was flushed, and his dark eyes strangely
cleaning. :,
But buried in his own sad thoughts, the ole
man noticed not the peculiar expression o
bis face but hurrying on his outer garments
he and his nephew left the mansion.
Edward Harris, who now stood accused O.
the terrible crime of murder, was young
man about twenty three years of age. lr
appearance he was the opposite of his cousin
Harold Stanly. He was of tall and grace
full figure; dark blue eyes, and brown, curl
ing hair, with digni6ed and intellectual fea
lures. The expression of his face was mani y
and candid, and such as would win the conf
dence of every student of human nature. de
was open and generous to fault. The only
child of his father, he had been spoiled by
over.indulgence, and naturally of quick
impusive temperament, he could ill brook
control. Early in life he was his own mas
ter, and over his actions his father seldom or
ever attempted control.
His father, one of the most prominent OF
Boston merchants, with nearly million OF
money, never stinted his allowance, but was
always ready to crafty his whims, for he
loved him with deep and fervent affection.
The coming of Harold Stanly, whose moth
or died long before be had attained his ma
iority, gave an impetus to the extravagant
desires of Edward, and his cousin it was who
first introduced him, as it were, to the reali-
ties of life. Under garb of Friendship and
Harold Stanly covered corrupt
and deceitful heart. He lured Edward on,
step by step, until at last be was initiated in.
to the darkest mysteries Of city life. He it
was who first introduced young Harris to a
gambling hell; and who, when the latter
bound by his passion for play, turned about
and hypocritically expostulated with him on
the folly of his course but not until he had
himself that, for the time, Edward
was under the bapeful control Of his own
passions
With his artful ways and seeming steadi-
ness of disposition, Harold Stanly had en-
twined himself about the heart of his uncle,
until, at length, the latter thought him a
model youth, and placed in him the utmost
confidence.
When Mr.. Harris mourned over the folly
and extravaganza of his son, the point would
be taken up by Harold, who would cheer the
old man with the hope that Edward would
one day give up his evil ways, and become a
staid and exemplary man.
Edward never suspected the dark, design.
ing nature of his false cousin; busted in
seeking the qualifications of his own passions,
and naturally of an unsuspicious tempera-
ment, he never imagined that such thing as
and deceit could be nourisbed in a
heart so nearly related to his own.
But deep scheme lay beyond all this. 1t
was no ordinary one. Harold was actuated
in his course, not 80 much by ill-will or ha.
tired to Edward, as by determined intention
of superseding him in the graces of his father ;
to make himself his heir; and failing in this,
he would not scruple to proceed to the direst
extremities. Time passed on. But all the
folly and waywardness of Edward could not
ALLEVIATE the affection of his father. The lat
ter expostulated with his son he threatened,
and implored all in vain-yet the old man
loved him still. Harold Stanly at last be-.
came convinced that he could never achieve
his desire by waiting for such an event. Then
he determined on another course-dark and
coDsummate villain that he was-what that
course was will soon be plainly evident to the
reader.
In the boudoir of a splendid mansion,
standing in a fashionable quarter of the city,
was seated young and divinely beautiful
woman. Her dark and lustrous tresses hung
down upon shoulders pure as Parian marble.
Her dark, lustrous eyes, beaming with pen
sive sweetness, were bent upon her embroid.
cry, and her red, ripe lips we're slightly part
ing, and her full, round cheeks tinged with
the beauty of the full blown rose. She was
q being of more than ordinary beauty. Her
heart shone out from the liquid depths of her
large and handsome eyes; and her smile was
brighter than sunbeam OF June morning.
Rarely beautiful, she sat, ever and anon
slightly lifting her head. as if listening for an
approaching footstep. This beautiful being
was Marion Lee, the beloved of Edward Har-
ris. They had met under peculiar circum-
stances, at one of the fashionable watering
places Marion, with some friends, was out
upon the river, and more than mile distant
from the shore, when the yacht in which she
was, by some mismanagemeDt, was suddenly
overturned. Edward was passing them in a
small sail boat which he occupied alone, and
seeing the catastrophe, he tackled about, and
lowering his sail rapidly, be cast out his an
chor and, seeing one of the lady passengers
of the yacht-there were but two-hoating
down with the current, he sprang into the
water land swan rapidly towards her, while the
rest of the passengers, three in number, re-.
mained clingiug to the boat. He reached her
as she was sinking for the second time, and,
grasping her securely with one arm, he made
toward his boat, but ere he reached it, an
other yacht appeared upon the scene and he
was lifted, with his nearly senseless burden,
aboard.
From that moment warm and tervent
attachment spraug up between them, and
ere three months had passed over their heads,
they were affianced. Marion loved Edward
with a most devoted affection. But period
was approaching which was to test the strength
of that love most cruelty.
Marion was recalling this sweet reminis-
cence, with futtering heart, when the door
opened, and the name of Harold Stanly was
He entered, and bowing gracefully, he
said
Miss Marion, I would not intrude my
presence upon you at such an early hour, did
l not come on sad and imperative mission =