Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-07-03
wall of the wind, and the tinkling wine

wall of the wind, and the tinkling wine
cups drowned all sound of rain.
'Suddenly there was lull we stopped
our dances chill blast seemed to have
entered the room we turned and saw ST.
lent dark figure standing in the doorway.
He was tall and handsome, but his large
black cloak, carefully slung. over his shoul-
der, was dripping with rain and making
large pools. on the floor. His legs, booted
and spurred, were mud up to the hips.
"Just at that moment the clock struck IL
and the year 1916 had broken. Some of the
more excitable girls screamed and ran be-
hind their partners.
"Was it an apparation? Was it an Ill
omen for the coming year?
"Kitty at that moment was bringing in a
Jug of iced claret at another door.
"She heard the voice and turned round,
trembling, with wild cry, 'Kinloch, Kin
loch, knew you would come back ! And
amid a crash of breaking glass--for she let
the vessel slip from her hands-she bounded
to his side and then disappered in the folds
of the great cloak"
Chow splendid, Aunt Belle!' said her
niece, drawing a deep breath; "but if she
married him then, do not see why she
should not have done so before.
'Ah, but she was q wise girl, little one !;
she knew it would test his constancy and
prove if he really loved her. A young
mans love at q Gas she knew very welD
would not be his choice at 81"
"What became of them, aunt?"
"Oh, they married and travelled about a
good deal, and finally both died out in
India within few months of each other.
There was one son, and [ believe he is in
the army also. Come, Kitty, shall 60 to
bed, and not wait up any longer for your
father"
''There is new lieutenant coming in Mr..
Perry's place." said herniece as she bade her
good night.
'The young men are not what they used
to be-" sighed the old lady. Some little
WShpesndapper I'll be bound with Gnod ssf
night, child!"
kitty went slowly down stairs and pom
dered over in her mind the story of beauti-
full Kate DAILY and the faithful Kinloch.
She went to the window and undid the
shutter. She pictured to herself the young
man coming to the window and scratching
his name on the glass, and then the girls
hand in his own, slowly guiding it just
below.
She leaned in the deep shadow of the
Window-seat and strove to realize each
scene in the little drama. There, under
that very door stood the black-robed figure
they had all shrunk away from in the midst
of their mirth. What? Was she dream
ing? What stood there at that very mo-
ment?
A figure darker than the gloom of the
room. The rain poured in floods outside,
and the wind whistled and moaned round
the corners of the house.
TLa 1iff1a fi1rthar into the
room. She saw by the misty light, he was
a tall man with dark cloak over his shoul-
ders, booted and spurred, with mud up to
his hips.
She felt as if the whole scene was to be
played again before her very eyes; but she
looked in vain for the pretty girls and ladies
in their puffed sleeves and short waists,
their flowing curlS and high-heeled shoes.
was she p?
And here she blushed to herself in the
darkness.
There was Kitty but not the one.
The man came up to the window, evident
ly thinking no one was in the room.
The girl shrank back as the wet cloak
brushed against her cheek.
"Kinloch !" she said, halfdoubting wheth-
er the figure would answer, for she could
hardly tell yet if she were dreaming or no.
w UO SpOkc lily udIIlc Ht CdllCtl OuC,
startled and looking around.
II did," said Kitty, feeling very abashed,
almost at his elbow.
He glanced down, drawing away her
cloak.
II am sure I beg your pardon. thought
the room was empty. I must have come
into the wrong quarters; arriving so late, l
must have mistaken the block. hope you
will forgive such an intrusion?"
Kitty'S grand castles in the air all fell to
the ground with crash. How common
place! He was only the new lieutenant,
after all but he did not look the whipper-
her aunt had prophesied.
"Then you are not Kinloch 2" she said, in
a disappointed tone.
"My name is Kinloch," he answered with
a pleasant smile.
1'NIy aunt was telling me about this Kin
loch." And Kitty tapped the frame with
her finger. II will tell you the story some
day, if you like; but you came into the
room just as she said your namesake did,
dressed in the same way and everything.
But there! l suppose you are not even
relation"
"He was my father" said the young man
quietly. $50 it is no wonder we are some
thing alike"
1t was his turn to say in disappointed
tone, "But your name is not Kitty, l am
sure"
eyes, it is," said Kitty, eagerly. Then
she stopped; a sudden rosy flush rushed
over her face eat least, not is"
Butshe could not deny it, for it was Kitty.
"These are our namesakes; shall we write
our names below them, Kitty?"
"Some day-perhaps."