Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-07-26

"There are u couple of Wilson's my faith
er was very, proud of, and they, are not to
be compared with your picture"
The young man was in love, and must be
forgiven for the audacity Of his statement,
but it was not the comparison which startled
Penelope.
"a couple of Wilson's! Oh, where are
they"
81 have not got them in town, they are
down at my place in the country"
"At your place in the country.' Pene,-
lope said mechanically. Then she stopped
and looked at him with a strange express
sion in her face. "Mr. Brown, don't you
write for the papers"
81 am afraid not" said Tom, laughing at
her look of absolute blank amazement.
care you Mrs Burlington's brother?"
"Did you not know l was?'
mo, certainly not" said Penelope curt
ly, resuming her walk.
She did not speak again. sudden dark
curtain seemed to have fallen between her
and her companion she was only conscious
of a pain which drove her into indignation
and yet made her cautious of speech. Un-
luckily, Tom took the one step a woman
cannot forgive; he attempted to joke when
she was feeling acutely. :,
care you angry with me because don't
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fault, not mine, | assure you"
Penelope turned her eyes on him with
sudden, and to his mind, unprovoked pas
sion.
81 don't care what you write for, but
do think you should not have deceived me
in this matter. hate rich people they are
all selfish and self-absorbed, and / wish
had never seen YOU"
They were at the station by now, and she
held out her hand for her easel, but Tom
answered her very gently:
81 do not like to hear you say that; but
you must let me see you into the train any
how"
The situation was comic, the surround
ings commonplace, but human feelings de-
clined to adjust themselves to external cir
cumstances, and there were the elements OF
real misery in Toms heart as he managed
to dispose of his charge and her unmanage-
able belongings in the railway carriage,
and received her cold bow and "thank you''
in reply.
Penelope was singularly silent all the
evening, restless over her needleWOrk and
unable to read.
At last she said abruptly:
"Marian have you ever thought about
rich people?"
Marian lifted her beautiful face from the
book she was studying, and waited for an
explanation. Her position as teacher to
class of thirty-tive girls, had made her eau
tious about answering remarks OF very VIDE
application, . ,ny,
"Hate them! No, Pen, dear, why 90 you
ask? I hope we shall never be rich: l
think much money makes people blind to
the real meaning Of life, but there are peo-
pie who never could discover it under any
circumstances, and it is just as well that
they should be wealthy, comfortable and
commonplace"
Seldom had Marian's eloquence produced
so much effect. She was surprised herself
at the result, as Penelope threw down her
work and burst into a sudden passion OF
tears.
Tears were not common in their home
A laughing disregard of the Inconvenience
of poverty; a brave endurance of unsuccess
a half comic, half-seriOus despair over disap:
pointment; and a genuine enjoyment OF all
innocent pleasures were among the
moods of both sisters; but tears, sobs and
low spirits were rare.
Don't, darling, you're too tired. l tel
you what, we will have holiday on Satur
day; saved seven shillings on my hat yes
terday, and we will have day on the river
and get good rest" =.
"Let us take Lizzie Morris then," salo
Penelope, drying her eyes in shamefaceo
way. "She has so few pleasures that we
ought to do something for her."