Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1885-09-03

that January SlOriIl lor years dlleIWdIu
Young people dated back to it; old inhabi
tants compared it with the memorable
storms of their youthful days. The snow
Law for weeks, full six feet deep. Wild
creatures, like foxes, wolves and weasels
crept out of the woods, and, turning traitor
to their instincts, sought food and shelter
near human dwellings. Roads were impas.
sable for weeks railways blocked up fol
days. And not until the spring sun unlock.
ed the icy chain of Plimmit's Creek Zone Of
the deepest and most dangerous streams in
the neighborhood) did they discover the
scarcely recognizable remains of human
body, wedged among the roots of sub
merged tree. Had it not been for the scar
when she left the farmhouse her remains
could hardly have been identified.
But they brought her to the old Foster
home, and Uncle Phineas gave her decent
burial. From that moment, however, he
never held his head up.
II knew they couldn't convict me in a
court of law" he said. "But it's murder,
all the same-it's murder! And | didn't
never know afore how fond I'd got to be OF
Rosamond. There amt no hired help I've
had sence as ever done as she done. Poor
killed herw
They sent for the doctor; but the doctor
shook his head.
at is not case for medicine" said he.
''The man is not sick. He has something
on his mind"
aye don't keep no medicine to make
man forget, do We, squire?" said Uncle
Phineas, with q ghastly smile.
"If we did, our fortunes would be made.
said the doctor. "No, my friend, there's
nothing in the Pharmacopaia to meet your
case, worse luck" !"
So the solitary old man peaked and pined
as the days went by, hanging moOdily over
his handful of fire, and refusing to speak to
the sympathetic neighbors who came and
went.
But one day, when the chestnut trees
were all in blossom, a carriage drove up
to the door, through weeds that had grown
knee-deep.
Company 2" said Uncle Phineas, with a
side-long glance at the window. "Tell EN-
to 90 away ; won't see nobody"
"But you will see me, Uncle Phineas?'
cried CHEEKY voice. "You will see Rosa
mond?"
Rosamond it was, alive and blooming
with cheeks like her name-f1oWer, and blue
eyes shining. Uncle Phineas looked at hel
with a troubled face.
"Rosamond was drowned" said he
Chow is this? Are there two Rosamonds?' %
"Dear uncle, am so sorryn explained
the girl. "But never heard until yester'
day of the girl who was buried in my name
I met the poor thing shivering on the road
she seemed to have lost her way, and di'
rected her as we'll as could, and gave hel
my little red shawl to tie around her neck
I took the train to Scranton, and went tc
lard. l didn't know what else to do. And
oh, uncle, my hundred dollars has more
than quadrupled itself, and Jared's patent
steam-saw is success! He is rich man
and we can pay you now for all your kind
ness to US when we were children"
II reckon it won't take much to do that ,
said Uncle Phineas, with grim sarcasm "a
thousand-pound weight off my heart this
day! I'Ve missed you every hour, and
every day! You'll come back to me, Rosa
mOnd, won't We, dearW
"For little while, if you want me-" the
girl said, blushing beautifully. "But saw
George Hand at the depot when l got of
the Scranton train. He was so rejoiced that
I was not dead. And>1 don't quite know
how it happened, but have promised tc
marry him in August"
So Uncle Phineas did not keep his niece
Rosamond very long after all. But the fac1
that she was alive and near him was enough
to give him.a new lease of life. And on hel
wedding day, the old man actually relented
so far as to give he another hundred dollar
bill out of his old green chest that ne kept
back of the cherry wood bedstead.
"George Hand is smart, forehandeo
lad" said he "And Rosamond is good
girl "a very good girl !"-He'en Fores
Grares.