Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1886-06-30

softly with his foot
"Pray finish your sentence. You would
correct a pupil, hope, for stammering,
broke in the irritable doctor.
With an expression in his eyes which made
it very difficult to tell whether he was quite
as much in earnest as his speech represented
him. Cuthbert exclaimed, with certain faS-
tidious emphasis:
II think no young Englishman who reads
the papers but must sometimes feel gener-
Gus ambition to share in the glorles ana
perils Of the deeds which British soldiers and
sailors are enacting in all parts OF the world. "
The doctor stared; his face hung between
q scowl and grin; then he burst out sharp
"The world is before you! 1t is only your
own legs hinder your generous ambition.
What else stays you"
"Your wishes"
The doctor sneered
aOr 1 had better say my duty" said the
Young fellow, in a soft voice, looking for q
moment at his father, and then turning his
ewes aside and biting his lip.
"Duty!' cried the doctor, sarcastically.
"Are you stopped by the duty you owe me.
or the duty you owe yourself? If you want
to illustrate fine Thoughts, give me something
better than brave words for proof. If your
fathers calling is too low pursuit"
allow, sir!"
II said low"
"Indeed, then"
aHold your prate! How dare you inter-
| rupt me, sir! I say that if your fathers
calling is too low pursuit to satisfy your
vaulting mind, why, shake off the mean
burden, loosen your wings, and leave your
duty behind you. Tut! tut~ he cried, mo-
tioning with his hand; "if those are your
| fancies, I'll not balk your qualification Of
them, trust mel It is nothing, of course, " he
| continued with bitterness he could not con-
| ceal, though he would imagine his .satirical
smile good mask, "that for twenty years I
should have been sturdily plodding on in
hope of leaving you an established man OF
sound report and name, narrowly holding
my earnings, with the blessed help Of your
dead and sacred mother, that I might give
you an Oxford training; nothing my vigor-
ous toll, my slow and painful reaches to COM
potency, of which what should you know
beyond what you have CLEANED from your
Door mothers tales of our early struggles?
Pshaw get you gone, my dear! There is
glory abroad, indeed murder, lust and fire!
| Now go and add your mite to the general
destruction, by the demolition of your
fathers hopes~
This was high tragedy rant. Something to
make modern laugh. But old gentlemen
used to spout somewhat in this way in those
days; and sons who called papas "sir" listened
respectfully to stronger stuff than this, as
YOU may see in the comedies Of the age and
learn from the tales Of your grandfather.
"Father," cried Cumberland there shot
into his face a sudden expression Of deep ap-
peal that made its beauty as touching and as
soft as woman's-"you are not just to me.
do not wish to leave YOU l glanced very
lightly at my fancies. Fancies they are
most trifing; without influence, indeed. If
there is anything in my manner that causes
you uneasiness, will reform 1T.
But once more his keen glance went down.
ward, and the keen gaze of his fathers black
eyes assuredly belied their owners sagacity
if he did not detect that something stood be-
tween linn and his sons honesty.
Yet, divining no other reason that his son
should not be honest with him than that he
was smarting under youthful impatience of
dull routine, he stuck like man to the skirts
of Cuthbert's own suggestions.
II don't say" he remarked, in softened
manner, "that the business of educating
boys is not tedious But after ALL name me
the calling that has not something objection
able"
II have said that l am content to remain
as lam"
SIS that really so?"
"Truly So"
"Yet you are not yourself" said the doc
tor, gazing doubtfully at his son; "some-
thing is amiss. Just now Juvenal was under
your nose and-let me see the book"
Cuthbert handed him the volume.
"Well, it is Juvenal but that is mere luck,
| for you never looked at it What distracts
yous"
The young fellow folded his arms and re-
mained silent, slowly swaying his foot
II date this change in you from the day OF
| your return from London" continued DR..
Shaw, drawing from his pocket small gilt
snuff box, and taking pinch ready to apply
when anger should set him shifting II put
money into your hand for the holiday, and
trusted to your discretion to make it cheap
purchase OF enlarged views. What did you
do in London9 I need not ask YOU You
have told me-you went sightseeing
believe you"
Cuthbert bit his lip.
THAT is enough, sir-I belieue you," con-
tinued the DOCTOR answering with emphasis
the brief glance that Cuthbert threw at him
"Now, am to suppose that this holiday up
set you? Come, come, you are not yokel,
that you cannot walk London streets with
ont fol, Gra
print shop"
He paused, his hand with the pinch of snuff
in it suspended, and light of angry triumph
in his eyes, as though he should say, 1.-THE
secret cannot elude ME, but / hate the dis.
covery."
Cuthbert rose and walked to the window,
and looked out upon the green swell of cliff
and the blue ia int space of sea beyond.
That there was secret in his mind might
be known by the pain in his eyes and con-
traction of brow which told of a sudden in
ward wrestle
But these signs faded, leaving him not
paler than he was before, and with tran
| quill smile, sweet with the melancholy and
docility in it, he turned to his father and
said:
Nothing is amiss with ME in the way you
| suppose. Give me a day or two for refiec-
tion l shall then have something to tell
you, and God knows what indulgence you
shall show me-"
Inc doctor arched his eyebrows, and. with
stiffening of his back made his frill project
| iercely
II don't like your strong expressions, sir.
And pray, what have you done, that you
| ShOO16 hocitota to ovoyy itl0
And be stuck his head back until the hol-
| low of his throat showed above his white
neckerchief
But if Dr. Shaw could be angry, so, too,
could Cuthbert his son, be obstinate; and the
! touch of the mule that is in the composition
of most men shows nowhere more trans
parently than in handsome face
"Give me your permission to leave you,
SIR" said Cuthbert.
/ The doctor waived his hand, and Cuthbert
walked out.
much could be said of him-that better
blood than his did not flow in any mans
veins in all that town of Greystone, and that
more Of the learning which is not so much
wisdom as scholarship thickened no mans
wits within the municipal area.
But Isaac Shaw's learning was more to bis
profit than honor, as it brought him pupils
but gave him no social advance beyond
fellow townsmen, inasmuch as not the rector,
even, had weight of erudition enough to sink
to the depths of his knowledge
On the other hand, his blood was more to