Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-01-12

open handed with the young man, educated
him finely. sending him to school and colleg
until it was easy seeing that the boy, who wa
fine looking enough, was beginning to think NJ
small things of himself IT'S said he eYel
lifted his eyes to one of Squire Churchill'
aughters-leastways, at the last. But an
not telling you straight on. You should come
see my wife, if you wish to hear the story wei
told"
''But was there such presumption ?" in
uuired the listener. ''You say this young maj
was we'll educated and good looking, and per
haps''-after seconds hesitatiop-"the lady
liked him."
"IIe should have known his place better,
said Mr. Sisted, sturdily; :'leastwise, ht
should have learntit What is young lady:
fancy worth ? She was but sixteen. Squire
Churchills daughters were not for such as he
However, this lovemaking, or whatever yor
may choose to call it, was only discovered af
terward, when everything was brought to light
And in the meantime the tragedy came"
''Well ?" asked the stranger, leaning for
ward with interest on his face.
"a murder was committed here. Yes, you
may well start. In this quiet village, where
nothing was heard out of the common course
from one years end to another in this vii
lage-in that lane, where it joins Squire
OlluICUlll , ooCColu
son was found dead. ~
'And-?"
"And then, as / said before, it all came out
about this poor young Sutton keeping company
with Miss Churchill for it seems the foolish
young thing, not being able to see him else
where, had agreed to meet him in that very
lane on that very night for one of the farm
laborers saw them part and saw her run up
through the meadows home; only a few min
utes before he heard cry, and ran forward to
find poor Master Harry lying there dead"
"Of course, Mr.. Sutton was taken up"
''Of course, sir. But now comes the queer
part of the story. For though he was tried,
and it was proved most beautifully that he had
killed Master Harry for telling him what he
thought of his conduct, and was condemned
to be hung, and was afterwards only let off
with transportation for fifteen years-yet now
it SEEMS
"That it was not he, after all :"
elbow did you guess that ? The other day,
there comes the news that the man has con-
fessed to the deed on his deathbed, SO that
after all, young Sutton has suffered all these
years for what was no fault of his. Leastwise,
so the young Squire told us the other day. His
mother always believed in him. he went on,
after a moments pause. est will come right
some day." she often said to me Mr.. Stist-
ed, it will come right some day. 1t is mis-
carrying of Justice His father died-could
not lift up his head again but his mother, aye
she waited.'
Something like a sob burst from his compan-
ion, and Farmer Sisted looked up in surprise.
81 have heard something of this" he said,
in stammering fashion, in answer to the look.
II knew this man-that is, I have met him. -
els that so, sir ?" said the farmer with fresh
interest. cay, l remember you said you had
been long out of England. Well, shall be
glad to see him back, and shake him by the
hand and bid him forget the past. If there is
little else, there is still his mother to come
back to. What was he doing when you saw
him, sir 20
''He had heard he was free.''
''And what was he like ? And was he
minded to forg t the past and return to Eng
land -
''IIe was a .addened, sober man when I
knew him, with only one hope left out OF the
many life had once offered and he was going
hOme.''
"And what was the hope, if I may make
so bold as to ask? Perhaps he knew his moth
er had never believed the evil, and was wait
ing for him?'
''Maybe; but he did not speak of her, per-
hapS because he was so sure of her. lie told
me that the last night before he left England
you know-?n--the old farmer nodded-"that
he had an interview with-'
"Yes, yes," interrupted Mr.. Sisted sagely ;
eve heard all about it, though it was kept so
dark. 1t was Miss Helen, bless you, the little
yellow haired Miss Churchill. Sixteen years
ago nearly, so no harm in speaking of it now
and all so changed since! Well, she saw him
to say 'Good-by.''' -
Eyes, so this man told me and that they
RI a1 cbn fbot bar
what they might, she would await his return
in perfect trust and patience.n
"A pity he did not give his love to the other
sister, remarked Mr.. Sisted, ''if all stories
are to believed.''
''Why?
because she was in love with him always,
and plain though she was, Miss Jane was a
good, true woman, and has never lifted her
head or looked at another man since those sad
days"
''Is that really true -
''No call to misdoubt it, sir; anyone in the
village will tell you the same story and, as /
said before, twas a pity, seeing as everything
has worked round right, that it was not on
Miss Jane as he set. his affections for being
so plain, as you might say, mayhap there would
not have been such a great objection to his
having her.
ing lost in thought over Farmer Stisted's last
words, and he continued
'lIe would not have been such bad match
in those days, for her, at least for he was
fine gallant-looking young chap, with pleas
ant word for every one.'
!You remember him 90
eyes, WELL l never thought very i'll of him,
myself. A hasty word, blow, these come
over quickly when the blood is young
'Do you think am like him - The speak
er drew himself up and stood looking with
something almost like anxiety into Farmer
Stisted's red, comely face. "When l knew
him." he added, ''we used to be often thought
to resemble one another"
II cannot see it myself, Sir" said Mr.. Sits
ted, slowly ''but then, sir, begging your par
don, it is not SO easy to draw comparisons
between the young and the old.'
The man addressed unfolded his arms and
leaned once more against the stilc, heaving a
quick, impatient sigh IT'S he did SO.
'It is fortunate, is it not, Mr.. Sisted, that
hearts do not alter as quickly as faces do -
'Nay, sir, cannot see as you're right there
Hearts grow older along with the faces they
belong to- else husbands and wives would not
get along us well as they do. AS we grow
| older ourselves we do not miss the youth III
the face opposite; lcaStways, | don't i'll Mag
ge'S, ~ said the farmer simply.
''Perhals that is because you see the you'll
still there a; you remember it, you see But il
you had grown old far apart it would perhaps
have been dtferent.'
''Maybe," replied Mr.. Sisted doubtfully
apparently a little out of his depths. ''Blt
come, it is time was back at the farm. Per
haps you would like bit of breakfast with us
sir? There'l be but little doing in the village
| VET awhile. and my wife will be clad to SCI