Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-02-08

Willard had declared 'just from WORTH y
and which had been the wonder of the
town had actually been made right there
by their own dreSsmaker, under seal of
secresy; but the dressmaker was woman
even then, although it nearly killed her to
have to keep it, she didn't dare to tell it,
for Judge Wizards family were the best
patients the doctor had and had she told
| it to her dearest friend Mrs. Willard would
would have taken for that dearest friend to
reach mutual cOntidant. Mrs. Willard's
position was established, was neither to be
made nor unmade, and everybody knew it,
and in this WOman'S house Grace Percy was
to find home for the year.
Miss Harriet Stone, with whom Grace
was to room, and who also waste teach at the
academy, had not yet arrived, but was eX-
pected the following day. Grace felt an anN-
iety to meet and know her. She saw imme-
diately that Mrs. Willard and she couldnev-
er be more than strangers, and oh how she
did hope to find in Miss Stone a friend.
And on the second morning after her arri-
val, as she stepped out of her door, which
opened on porch, there stood, lady some
years older than she, dressed i'm severe sim
plicity. She was bending over a Valise,
and when Grace impulsively, almost eager
ly, advanced and said, "Oh! Miss Stone,
l know" there was no answering smile.
The person addressed finished locking her
valise, then turned, looked at Grace, and,
without altering the expression of her face,
whose severity matched that of her dress,
retTrned turned nader in deep, ,unsympathetic voice;
Poor Grace; a Whole bucket of ice-water
thrown over her would not have cooled her
off any more suddenly. She would like
to have gone back into her room and cried
off the disappointed feeling, but instead she
ran lightly down the stairs, seated herself on
the swing and gently swayed back and
forth, lightly humming to herself.
Miss Stones lips gave slight curl: IA
frivolous, froward miss. | expected my
more dignified greeting to subdue her, but
evidently she needs studied austerity to
tific researches after truth to be interfered
with by rattle-brain chit of woman like
that
And Miss Stone, head erect, elbows at a
right angle, walked to the parlor and seated
herself, book in hand, and at breakfast she
sought in vain for a chance to begin the
lesson in austerity. Grace neither address
ed nor paid the slightest attention to her,
but directed her conversation chiefly to the
eldest son of the house, who sat opposite
and seemed to relish every syllable that
IeIl IrOm CnOSe rosy ii IL Ntto plttlH tilC
lesson must be deferred.
Grace knew the only way to get rid of
the disappointment, to ease her poor heart
of it's ache, was through it's safety valve
tears, and when Miss Stone took her hat
and started down town, poor Grace threw
herself on the bed and sobbed aloud, but in
a moment Miss Stone returned for some
thing she had forgotten. She looked at
Grace in astonishment and thought, "Aha!
my words and manner have had some effect
after all. Iseldom speak without effect. /
am glad to see this" then aloud, Miss Per-
cy, | hope you are not Ill! "hat Is 1he
natter"
"Pardon me-" returned Grace, 81 am
not in the habit of parading my griefs. l
supposed was alone"
Anyone else would have been taken
aback, but not so Miss Stone. 1t was her
office to abash, not to be abashed. She went
her way thinking.
"There's more to her than supposed.
These pretty little women, who look as II
butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, al
ways have depth beneath that shallow
looking surface. They are all deception,
too. / noticed her at breakfast ; wouldn't
give poor Richard Willard time to reply to
my questons She positively compelled
him to pay all his attention to her silly
nothings. rll turn the table on you, Hiss.
You're no match for me-"
And she went her way, head erect, show
ing in every gesture that she thought some
people were destined by fate to rule the
world; and that she was, in this respect, as
in many others, a very special favorite OF
fate.
There never could have been more op-
posite characters than these two. And, as
is always the case, the weaker was, in
measure, tyranized over by the stronger.
Grace was absolutely among strangers,
and her retiring manner and simple con-
versation, when opposed by Miss Stones
pedantic tone and imposing presence, was
calculated to throw her into the shade, and
when once one gets into that position the
world is quick to find it out, and the world,
you know, 'laughs with those who Win"