Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1881-01-13
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Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
THE LADY OF LINTON.
CHAPTER VIII.
BY WALTER MORGAN.

ming. when the mail had come in without
bringing letter from her son. Several days
had passed without tidings of him, and as ii
WAS his usual habit to write at least twice
week, she had begun to feel troubled at his
silence.
"Perhaps he has been too busy" rejoined
Mary. .
"Or, perhaps suggested Leila, whose
thoughts we're rather occupied with love-ma-
king Just then; perhaps he has fallen in
love with somebody. You know he has said
good deal about the delightful society where
he is"
Little Louise said nothing, but looked wist-
fully out of the window, trying not to betray
her own anxiety in her face. Cyril might
have written to her. she thought She had
sent him such long, loving epistle more than
week ago. Could it be possible that sick
ness had prevented his writing? Her heart
sorely misgave her that such might be the
case. Otherwise, he could scarcely have been
guilty of such neglect.
"When did you write last, mamma ?" asked
Mary.
81 have written regularly, dear, in spite OF
not getting answers to my late letters. MY
last was sent off evening before last"
"Well, l dare say, you will get an answer
to that to, morrow Did you tell him we were
all wondering at not hearing from him?"
Eyes, and begged for an immediate reply,
as was fearing he might not be we'll"
"If he wasn't we'll, of course he would get
somebody to write for him" said Leila
There's George now, coming through the
gate" And putting aside the growing ankle
ty about her brother-which, indeed, seemed
to her rather without cause-she went out
through the open door to meet her lover,
whose smiling and handsome face was suffi-
cient to Danish all other images, for the time
being from her mind.
Good news, Leila" said George-whom
we may as we'll introduce by his proper name
as Mr.. Chester-the very best news IN the
world. I have come to tell you all about it. 7"
"Come in, then, and tell me about il" re-
Joined his fancee, answering his beaming
glance with one equally joyous, for she knew
BY his tone that it must be something very
good, indeed Mamma and all of them are
in the parlor We are just finishing break
fast, and you must have cup of tea:
Cant, darling; haven't time to stop so
long In fact 1 shouldn't be stopping here
at all, for 1 must be at Mr.. Ingoldsby's at
ten; but couldn't pass your door without
Just looking in for moment to let you know
what has happened. What do you think
of my having been offered partnership?
"Really and truly?"
"Really and truly"
"Is it good offer %
"a splendid offer; will give me 6rst-rate
income"
"Oh George! how nice! how delightful !!
When is it to begn?'
"What, the partnership? O, we'll go into
it pretty soon ; within the next day or two.
Ingoldsby's partner, Mr.. Hayes, is going to
quit business, and travel. He has made lots
of money, and is tired of work. So Ingods
by has been looking around for some one else
to share the business, and luckily happened
to pitch upon me. Think what start it
will give mel Everything that he cant at
tend to will fall into my hands, and as the
profits will be in proportion to the work, l
have no fear for the results, for everybody
knows that he has rushing business. AS
soon as I'm fairly settled at it, Leila, I'll come
to you to get something else settled-for now
there will be no need to wait any longer, you
know
"Oh nonsense" said Leila. But her blush
and smile did not gansay his words.
$50 you'll tell mamma, dear, and ask her
to see about the shopping, and ell that, pretty
soon. Goodbye now. No, / really mustn't
come in. Make my excuses to the them ALL
BY the by, when is Cyril coming homer"
II don't know yet he hasn't said"
"He has tolerably good thing of it where
he is. hasn't he?'
"Yes very good. I suppose he doesn't
much care how longDr. Rexford stays away"
ats good beginning for him, anyhow !;
gets him into practice. Well, good bye in
earnest this time. III see you this evening""
Leila went in again feeling very happy !;
and soon the good tidings which had been
impaired to her were made current in the
family circle. They all rejoiced with her +;
but while the mothers lips smiled her sympa-
thy, sad feeling crept into her heart, for
was she not to lose her daughter?
Louise, when breakfast was over, went
quietly off to her own little room to sit down
and think. This room of hers, opening into
her mothers, was in reality very large,
light closet, intended as a dressing room. 1t
was only sufficient in extent to contain a
little bed, table and two chairs. But it
was her sanctum-her place Of retreat from
the little world around her, when she wanted
to read, or write, or muse without Interrupt
ton. She was too much given to this kind
of solitary selfcommunion for her own good +;
but in such busy household, where each
member was continually engrossed, it could
not but happen that she should be left a
good deal to herself Sitting now in her
favorite chair-a little low, willow rocker by
the window-her thoughts busted themselves
with many things Principally, Cyril figured
in them. She felt such a longing to see
him-to have him back again. 1t was not
really so long since they had parted only a
few weeks; yat the time seemed so very,
very long. When would he come? Why
didn't he write? If she could only 60 and
be with him, how charming that would be
She thought she would like to 60 somewhere
Lately she had began to feel cramped and
restless in this small city home, where there
was so little variety, so little room. 1t was
indeed an unusual thing for her to feel a
touch of discomfort. Her gentle and yield
ing spirit had never failed TO adapt itself
with perfect submission to her surroundings
Seldom had she INDUCED in any want which
it was not in the power of those who loved
her to crafty. With this new craving came
also feeling of self reproach, but she could
not shake it off.
II can't tell what has come over me" she
sighed to herself 81 never used to feel this
way. But it is just as if were prisoner, OF
bird shut up in cage and wanting to fly