Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1879-07-10

and selfcondemnation. What had she done
how had she betrayed herself? what was
the minister think of her? She almost wish
ed the earth would open its mouth and swal
low her up. She felt sure she could never
never have the courage to look in his face
again.
But this little incident, over which tht
minister pondered, aroused new train OF re
fections in his mind, and combined with 9th
er causes to bring about results OF which ht
had never, until now, even dreamed.
His sister Kate, with womanly penetration
had, months past, guessed the secret which
Lucy believed was sacredly locked from hu
man eyes within her innocent breast. Mo-
did she condemn the weakness, which coulc
not but be commendable one in her estima
ton. There had been time when she woulc
have jealously repelled the idea OF any intru
sion into the sacred precincts Of Harrys bach
elor heart But those precincts had already
been disastrously invaded, and the result O
his love affair had been so unfortunate, thai
she was ready to hail with gladness the ad
vent of new one which might act like
healing balm upon his wounds. Lucy wa
gentle, womanly and sweet, and would make
him dear little wife. She resolved that hel
co0peration should not be wanting to bring
the matter about.
As to Lucy, after that meeting in the wood
she avoided, as far as possible, all farther In
tercourse with him; but she could have cho
sen no better means Of keeping herself in his
mind. He wondered at her marked con
straint, puzzled himself over it, finally got
vexed and resolved to ask for an explanation
but luckily he confded his intention, as us
ual, to his sister.
"My dear Harry, you are a goose" she
quietly rejoined. Il wouldn't compromise
Lucy for the world, except to prevent you
from throwing chance of happiness away
but can't look on and see you blundering
about as you are doing, without lending you
a helping hand. Can't you see that she's IN
love with you?"
"In love nonsense, Kitty" said the minis
ter, turning red. "It's just your fancy"
every we'll, said Kitty, calmly, and went
on with her work.
The next day came a letter postmarked
Richmond, Virginia, written in strangely
familiar hand. 1t was from Rachel Vivian,
telling her dear friends in Drowsieville all
her history, and asking their forgiveness tor
her behavior, now fully explained. Kate
was equally astonished and overjoyed. She
was delighted to hear Of Rachel's happiness.
and at the same time felt that this news would
act as favorable adjunct in the consumma'
ton of her hopes and plans.
Harry read the letter with an odd combina'
ton of emotions; but it certainly did not at
feet him as it would have done few months,
or even weeks, BEFORE At all events, the
revelation of Rachel's true position placed
her in such an entirely new light, that there
was no danger Of any revival of those ardent
feelings, on his part, which he had once be-
lieved could never die out. He said but lit
tie in regard to the subject; but thencetorth
his visits to Mr.. Meltons became frequent
People supposed that he went there chiefly
for the purpose of discussing the progress Of
the new church edifce, of which the founda
ton had already been laid. But it was found.
before very long, that another edifce had
been in process Of construction, OF which the
corner stone had been privately laid, long
ago, in Lucy's susceptible heart, and which
bid fair to attain such happy proportions, as
would best ensure the content and satisfaction
of those most concerned in the work. In q
word, Mr.. Wade asked, and obtained, Lucy's
promise to become his wife; and six months
afterward, they we're married by old Mr.
Lullen in the new church, this being the first
public ceremony after its conservation per-
formed within its walls
"A happy augury, I trust, of its future
prosperity" said the minister, as he kissed MS
brides radiant cheek Surely, if peace and
Joy could be reflected from her eyes, they
would reign there evermore
So it goes. The cares and joys Of isfworld
are ever changing, ever shifting, like the
lights and shadows of summer sky. Some
times season of sorrow makes the brightness
which follows it all the more welcome from
the contrast, and then we feel the folly Of
ever repining at the DEGREES Of wisdom SC
unspeakably beyond our own. The roughest
paths have oftentimes the fairest ending the
stormiest waves beat upon the sunniest shores
and it is a comfort to feel, amid the anxieties
and perplexities, and broken hope ofour lives
that
"God's greatness
Flowsaround our incompleteness
Round our restlessness, His rest"