Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-11-25
"Do you know where she sold it?" he asked.


The mans voice was husky.
"Yes, sir, but don't be angry; for indee'
she cried very, very hard about it; but yo
see we are so poor"
"Let us go and see if we can buy it bacl
again. Come"
And he took the boys hand and hurrie'
down stairs into the street, his heart throb
bing convulsively, and every nerve in
culver. He had not before realized the strait
to which his darling had been driven.
How fast he walked So fast that Willi
had to run beside him, and yet every momen
seemed an hour, every street mile.
The locket was still in the jewelers. hands
and Ralph Belmont re-purchased it in tn
twinkling of an eye, and again took the boy
hand and went on, pausing only once NOR
long enough to buy bottle of wine, ere the!
stood breathless before the humble hous
which held the apple of his eye.
A few whispered words of caution to hi
little guide, and the two went noiseless!y W
the stairs. Pushing open one door and no
finding his sister there, Willie passed quietly
into the further room.
The table was drawn up close beside tht
bed and upon it were the earnings of the
little errand-boy, or, more properly, the gift
of the rich traveller. The flowers had beer
carefully placed in glass of water, and one
of the oranges, peeled and divided, lay on the
plate. The others were neatly arranged in 6
circle, the grapes seeming to grow out of it,
centre. Lille sat upon the side of the pallet
carefully supporting the emaciated form Of
her brother, and feeding him as mother
might her sick child.
"Do they taste good ?" she asked tenderly
as she broke off another of the luscious grapes
"Good Oh, Lille, I've dreamed of them
eversince the fever left me-dreamed Of just
such clusters. But they were always just
without my reach, and so were the oranges
too. But there, I will lie down now. Leave
the table just so. want the fragrance to
float over me all night" and as she softly
placed his head upon the pillow, his eyes
closed, and soon the soft and measured breath
of slumber stole from bis lips.
Drawing single rosebud from the glass,
she fastened it am ong the rich curls that were
tossed back with such careless grace, and
then hurried to the next room.
Willie caught her by the hand as she en-
tered, and, drawing her to the window, said
quietly:
"I've got the wine, too, Lille"
"You have?-the wine!" and her eyes
frightened Only for moment, though A
spasm of pain shot through her heart, and
with it they grew humid, and she said hur-
riedly: 81 hope you haven't deceived me,
Willie; I hope you haven't taken advantage
of the gentleman's kindness and begged this p
and her fingers convulsively clutcbed the pre-
cious bottle; precious to her, for, imprisoned
in those ruby drops, was the last chance of a
human life-precious, indeed, for strong pulses
seemed beating underneath that dnsky G lass.
mo, didn't, Lille; he bought it without
my saying word. If you don't believe me,
Just ask him yourself" exclaimed the boy,
in his eager desire to acquit himself the re-
proach, forgetting everything he had been in
structed to remember.
"Ask him, Willie? You haven't brought
stranger here?"
"He would come, Lille. Oh can't hold
in any longer-I must tell-it's Ralph, Lii
lie-our own Ralph Oh she's dead-I've
killed her, telling it so quick! Come and
catch her." ri
Ere the words had passed the lips of the
frightened boy, the bronzed traveller, who had
stood in statuesque silence on the threshold,
was beside the fainting girl, clasping her to
his heart, and calling her by the sweetest of
sweet names
Those hot kisses, hot from his very soul,
and passionate with the repressed ardor of
years of waiting, how quickly they brought
back the color to her cheeks; so quickly,
that she was quite recovered before Willie had
managed, in his awkward haste, to fetch a
glass of water.
"No more toll for these little hands," muir
INJURED Ralph Belmont, as he folded them in
his own; mo more midnight stitching" as he
pressed his lips to the dropping eyelids; mo
more pale cheeks" and he held his own to
hers till they flushed with borrowed warmth !;
"no more sighs for these, but smiles, and
songs, and caressing words" and he kissed
her lips, coralred now with the new life that
bounded in her veins.
"Wasn't it lucky, Ralph ?" exclaimed Will
lie, month later, as in that same parlor,
where he had first dined with Ralph Belmont,
he sat again at the luxurious board, daintily
selecting the largest almonds, and the fairest
raisins, and the sweetest grapes "Wasn't it
lucky that I met you just as did that day.
If hadn't?" And he looked over to sofa,
where, ensconced in soft velvet cushions, lay
the convalescent brother.
"It ,oas lucky, Willie, nevertheless" and
the bronzed traveller rose from the chair and
passed to where Lille stood waiting so ten
derly upon Alfred. He encircled her with
his protecting arms, watching her bushes
nevertheless, should have found you soon,
for had resolved to be married man ere
another month closed in. 1 thought had
waited already quite too long"
And he bent and kissed his fair young wife,
bis wife who, for love of him, had suffered,
and toiled, and waited so many weary, dreary
years, but whose sorrows were all merged
now in joy and trust unspeakable.
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