Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-11-13
a morning. I don't know where he stopped.

morning. I don't know where ne stopped.
can't imagine"
seemed to whirl and his throat fill up.
Without word to anybody he got back
into his wagon and drove hOme-drove up
to the door Just as light chaise from the
Hall pulled up, in which was one OF the
squire's grooms.
Malcolm was wanted at the Hall at once.
He was to ride with the messenger,
The startled man dared not tell his wife
of the wonderful thing that had happened.
He embarrassed his own horse and put
him back into his stable, and then, simply
saying to Susan that he was going up to the
Hall, he got into the chaise and was driven
away. -.
Arrived at the great mansion-MaxWell
Hall-Malcolm was conducted at once to the
main vestihule, thence into the great hall
and so on to the sumptuously furnished Ii
brary, where sat his guest of the previous
evening, who arose at once, advancing with
genial, kindly smile and an extended
hand.
"Well, well, Malcolm, we are met again.
deception. Didn't you know my baptismal
name? George Philip Sidney Maxwell" d"
Malcolm might have remembered, if he
had thought, but he had not thought.
Maxwell pointed the farmer to seat, and
then opened the conversation but there is
no need that we should follow all that was
said.
The squire spoke of his old agent, Silas
Carter, closing his remarks on the subject
thus:
II should serve him but justly if I should
consign him to the county Jail; but have
stripped him of his ill-gotten gains, most of
which shall restore to the tenants whom
he has robbed in my name; and have cast
him out from our midst, warning him that
if l see him here again may proceed
against him legally"
And then, after few remarks on other
objects, he said:
"And now, Malcolm, a word regarding
yourself. The pretty stone cottage in the
park is empty since Carter left, and / am
without an agent and superintendent.
The cottage and the office-if you will ac-
cept them, and will only add that by ac-
cepting you will confer favor upon me
which will command my deepest and warm
est gratitude. / think / shall not be disap-
pointed. All, none of that My eyes are
open; know what | am doing. Not only
will I take your Wife's word but / have
spoken with others, and 1 hear but one re-
port. All speak in your favor. Come say
the word and will 60 to the superintend-
ent's Office, and place the books and papers
in your hands at once"
1t was in the dusk of the evening when
Malcolm Wansley was set down at his own
door.
"Malcolm, where have you been?"
"Where l told you l was going-to the
Hail."
"For what?"
"The squire sent for me-"
"The squire! Is he at home"
eyes, and intends to remain at home."
ooh, / am glad" But what in the world
did he want of you"
"Oh, nothin' particular. He only wants
us to live in the stone cottage in the park,
and he has made me his agent and general
superintendent"
"Malcolm Wansley! Oh, how can you?"
"But it is true-every word Of it,"
. "Made-you-his-a And who in
the world ever put that idea into his head ?''
"You did, my darling"
81? "Oh, what a"
"Hold on! The squire ate supper here
last evening and spent the night with u.s."
"Oh, oh! Was it'--
eyes, dear wife, it is all as / tell you.
Does it please you?"
"Oh, Malcolm, how can we ever be thank
full enough ?"
simply by doing the very best we can
for Philip Maxwell"
"You are right, my husband, and we will
do it,"
And they kept their word, both of them,
and before another year had passed away
not only did the young squire bless the
storm that drove him into the shelter of
Malcolm Wansley's humble cot, but his
tenants of every class had cause to turn their
blessings in the same direction.