Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-02-05

diately, was very short, but she treasured
Notwithstanding, and put it carefully ava,
in her desk as something too valuable to b
destroyed or left in any ones way. II
wrote
Ny DEAR JENNIE: Your very kind AM
welcome communication reached me safel
Yesterday morning. l need not assure you o
my appreciation of your thoughtfulness il
thus proving to me that still have place il
your memory and in desiring to make me
sharer of your new interests and pursuits
Although so widely removed from one anothe
as we are, | cannot cease to feel an interest IL
all that concerns you. l am sincerely glat
that your uncle's family have proved so congo
NAL to you. No doubt it is a great pleasure
to YOU to be surrounded by so many agreeable
objects, and to be able to crafty those tastes
which heretofore have been kept, by circum
stances, in abeyance. You say you wish thai
could, with you, enjoy the delightful music
and see the fine paintings which you are be
coming familiar with. l fear | should fee
Quite out, of place in the scenes which you nov
frequent, even with the,support Qf your pres
ence to give me courage. CUR lines, zeal
Jennie, are cast in different places; to each
of us comes the portion for which we are most
fitted. You ask me if l miss you. l think
rather my reply ought to be so. 1t would be
strange, indeed, if you were not missed from
the home of which you have been so long the
centre. Mrs. Thorndale, can see, feels youl
absence deeply, but her unseltish affection fol
you checks any repning on her part. She re-
joices, I am sure, i'll your welfare, and your
happiness must, always constitute hers. That
this happiness may be true and enduring, and
that no cloud may ever darken the brightness
of YOUR present prospects, is, believe me, the
earnest wish of your true friend,
EDWARD HALL.
It was not otherwise than an afectionate
letter, vet its tone was certainly little con.
strained and stiff 1t was rather that of an
acquaintance of long standing than of COM
panion, an old playfellow, with whom she
had for years been on an intimate footing
one whom she had called her brother, and
upon whom she had been accustomed to rely,
with perfect confidence, for guidance and
advice. She recalled the old, delightful days
Of their friendship, before any shadow had
come between them-for a shadow, though
an inde6nable one, there surely was-and
sighed to feel the change. Yet amid her
regrets there fingered an assurance that his
affection for her had not grown cold. Some.
thing there was that made him reserved and
shy of expressing his feelings, yet his heart
she felt was unchanged.
"By and by I shall understand what it
all MEANS" she said to herself and thus hope
full but perplexed, she locked up his letter,
and resolved not to indulge in uncomfortable
TO return now to the day when introduced
her to you as surrounded by her relatives IN
the French salon. l must make sketch
of her, that you may form some idea of the
pretty picture she made, reclining in low,
deep chair, whose rich blue velvet set off to
advantage the pearly fairness of her complex
ion, and the pale glossy gold Of her luxuriant
hair. She wore white, thin dress, with
ruches of lace about the throat and wrists a
single rose of deep. velvety crimson was fas'
tened to her broach, and another nestled in the
thick, blonde braids that Mademoiselle Du'
walls artistic fingers had so becomingly ar
ranged. Mademoiselle Duval was the hair
dresser whom Mrs. Stanley employed on spe-
cial occasions. 1t may be inferred, therefore,
that this was a special occasion, and certain
air of expectancy, visible in the little group
here assembled, seemed to denote that some
thing unusual was, in fact in prospect. Mrs.
Stanley's two little girls, handsome, bright
eyed children Of eleven and thirteen years,
moved rrsllessly from one window to another.
Maude, the eldest, piquante brunette, made
volubIe remarks on the passers by, chiefly
in French (both children spoke the language
fueutly, being more accustomed to it than
any other) and seemed to grow impatient at
the delay of some arrival she was looking for,
while her sister Florence, less eager, amused
herself in the intervals with looking over the
pictures Of new book she carried in her
hand.
Mrs Stanley, a we'll preserved and still
young looking matron, richly and becoming.
ly dressed in heavy violet silk, founced and
trimmed with costly lace, with a tiny, coquet:
lish cap of lace fastened with diamond
butterfly upon her dark, glossy hair, occu-
pied herself with some pretty bit of fancy
work, her jewelled fingers moving rapidly
and deftly among the many-colored silks OF
which the pattern was being formed. Perfect
ease, graceful Incidence, stamped themselves
upon her reposeful attitude. The immunity
from anxiety and care, resulting from life
of luxury and indulgence, was visible in the
placid smoothness of her brow, and the serenity
of her smile. Looking at her, you would dis:
Germ at once that she was one of the favored
ones for whom the rough paths of the world
have been made smooth.
At length the little marble clock on the
low manlel struck two
So late !' exclaimed Maude, turning away
from her post of observation. Mamma, |
don't believe he's coming at all. Do you ??
81 caunot say, my dear your papa thought
he might not arrive before half past two, OF
even three"
"The pate will be quite spoiled" regretfully
remarked Florence. "Will Pierre make an
other, do you think ?"
"Now, Florrie, you're always thinking
about things to eat! declare | believe youo
rather have the pdte than Eugene" said
Maude.
"No, but I should like both. Eugene like:
pdte, too that is the reason why don't wish
it spoiled" replied Florence, looking little
abashed.
"One reason, you mean," rejoined her sister
"Cousin Jennie" said Florence, anxious te
change the subject, "you never saw Eugene
did your
"Never," was Jennie's reply.
81 think she has heard enough of him, al
all events" said Mrs. Stanley, smiling. "4or
two children have done nothing but chatter
of him for the last week. wonder you don
say Eugene in your sleep"
"Perhaps we do," replied Maude, with
laugh. II know | dreamed about him las
night"
"Well, it isn't any WONDER" remarked
Florence. "He's just the sweetest, incest
hest naturedest man in the world. and alWay