Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-09-18
Take away this toast, I say! It's perfect

lake away CnlS UOaSG, say Luz q PoiAeeo
outrage on civilization"
"To Mrs. Moody the majors dictum was
beyond appeal; and after she had had her
usual morning alteration with the butcher,
she crept timidly up to the third-story hall
bedroom, to interview the musical man.
Mr., Morton was writing on the corner OF
his wash-stand, with his shabby great coat
on, and a ocket-handkerchief tied around
his neck. His pale, grave cOuntenance soft
ened the landlady's heart at once, as he
courteously rose up and bowed,
"You have come for the weeks Doard IN
advance" said he. "Pardon me, but our
manager never pays until saturday nlghG.
1t is not pleasant to confess ones poverty,
but" =,
"Oh, never mind" said Mrs. Moody, all
in flutter. "I-I only came to see if there
was plenty Of fresh towels. And if you find
it cold writing here, sir, Pm sure you're
welcome to bring your work down to the
parlor, where there is good fire."
Mr.. Morton smiled and bowed.
eyes" he admitted, 'it is cold, without
fire, in November, and I cannot afford
the expense of coal-at present" (He
glanced at his blue fingers and shivered q
fittle.) eff is not too great liberty, L
will avail myself of your kind offer"
And Mrs. Moody felt comparatively hap
ly writing, at her south window, in the soft
atmosphere of the glowing anthracite.
But Mrs. Racquet and her daughter-the
genteelest boarders in the hOuse-took We
hement exceptions to this new plan.
"I'm not particular" said the former,
with toss of her head "but this is really
little too much A man who plays in the
orchestra of third-rate theatre"
"But he is very respectable, ma'am, l
assure you," said Mrs. Moody eagerly.
"How am I to know that?'' said Mrs.
Racquet, tartly. 81 declare, was mortl-
fed to death when Mrs. Lawyer Leaking
in the corner! And Melissa and l shall
find it necessary to change our boarding
house, if this sort of thing is to continue"
'sMr. Morton is gentleman" said Mrs.
Moody, reused into temporary spirit. "He
has an equal right with yourself in the par
lori"
Mrs. Racquet and Miss Melissa gave
warning at once.
Mrs. Moody did not care. Miss Jenkins,
the district school-teacher, turned up her
nose and left the house.
"She wasn't over-critical," she said; but
there was some things which no one could
stand ~
One by one the boarders dropped away,
and Major Peck grew deeply indignant.
"Mrs. Moody" he said, II wonder at you,
after all my advice and counsel"
"You wouldn't have me turn this poor
man out of doors, now, of all times, when he's
i'll with malarial feverw said the widow.
eyes, I would!" said the major stoulty.
But, for once, Mrs. Moody disregarded
his advice.
The musical man was very i'll indeed-so
ill that he would undoubtedly have died,
without his landlady's careful nursing and
unremitted attention. But the major never
went near the fellow boarder. =.
eff Mrs. Moody had taken my ADVICE, >,
he said, "she never would have got herself
into this dilemma. Now let her manage
the best way she camp
The musical man, however, did not die.
He lost his position in the orchestra, OF
course. He was without means to meet
his doctors bill; but DR.. Hayden was be-
nevoent soul, and declared that he could
wait until the profits from the uncompleted
volume should roll in.
1t was the first of February when at last
Mr.. Morton was able once more to creep
down stairs to the sunny parlor-WindoW
where, by way of welcome, Mrs. Moody
had placed pot of blossoming blue hya-
cinths.
''How can ever thank you for all your
care," he said, earnestly.
The little widow burst into tears.
"I-I don't mind it," said she, 'as long
as long as you are we'll once more. fyou
And there she stopped short and grew
crimson.
els it so ?" said the musical man, in that
soft, deep tenor of his. "Is there any one
who really cares whether live or die?
"I dow whispered Mrs. Moody, with a
fresh burst of tears.
1t would be difficult to describe exactly
how it happened. Middle-aged love-mak-
ing is never exactly like the ecstasies of
youth. But it transpired, that Mr.. Morton
laid his heart at Mrs. Moody's feet, and
she confessed that she had learned to love
him during that time when she and Death
stood together over his pillow.
"You are my guardian angelo" said ne
fervently.
ga poor one enough" she murmured.
"Oh, wish, for your sake, Paul, that /
were younger and prettierw
"You are beautiful in ny sight" he re-
turned, with emphasis. "Your eyes were
the first that beamed hope and cheer upon
me-your heart was the first that softened
to my woes. Sweetheart, the flower which
blooms at noontide may surely be as sweet
at the morning violet"
"They were still talking thus, when Mrs.
Mood caught sight of letter on the table.
"Oh, l forgot!" she said "The post
man" And it was a letter for you, Paul.
A foreign letter."
GA foreign, eh ?" That is something
which does not often greet my eyes," said
he. "And it has black seal, too"
He broke it open and read it, while un-
conscious Mrs: Moody trimmed the dead
blooms off her hyacinth-plant with dainty
pair of scissors.
"Mollie," he said suddenly, tread this.
HenceforWard have no secrets from you"
1t was simple enough, and yet how mar
velousn' An accident in Swiss railway
train, an apoplectic fit carrying off a rich
banker in London, and the two lives which
interviewed between Paul Morton and a for
tune had been removed, almost on the same
day.
The musical man, disinherited by his
! family, because of his devotion to art
jeered by his relations because he resolute-
ly remained true to music-was rich at last.
Mrs. Moody grew pale.
"You-you won't care for me noaC," said
she. "Oh, Paul, l am so sorry! and yet,
l ought to be glad"
con the contrary" he said, tenderly, II
care for you more than ever. My jewel! 7
can place you in fit setting at last"
"Of course all this made a great sensation
in Redstone Street. There was plenty to
declare that they had known all along that
Paul Morton was a born aristocrat. There
were plenty to assert that Mrs. Moody was
scheming plotter. But neither of the
pair cared straw what the people said
Mrs. Moody sold out the lease and good
will of the establishment in Redstone Street
and went to England with her husband, the
happiest of forty-year-old brides.
While Major Peck polished his eye-g lass