The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1893-09-29


expected OF them In the futnre.
Jack knew--as did most OF the
squire's acquaintance despite a
"good heart at bottom" the old gem
tleman was apt to take ~ ...s..:sS .nu
! unreasonable prejudices, and to stick
to them with tenacious obstiDacy-- =
especially when he found himself o..
posed. But on this occasion the youD
| mans spirit rose In high rebellion, ana
| IL took all Eva's influence to pecify
him.
"No, Jack, she sold, with gentle
| firmness, in reply TO his excited re-
marks, "you must not speak to papa
at present. 1t would only make mat
| ters worse while he Is in this mood.
We can do nothing but wait and see II
in time he won't yield to more reason
able Impressions.
In time" repeated Jack, i'm.
patiently. "Why, Evic, he don't
change hiD views on any subject within
five years time"
"Well." shc said. with sighs -
suppose we shall have to wait, even If
| it is rs long Ms that. v
One day tho squire, returning from
his morning ride, found his daughter
and his sister seated in the pleasant
little sitting-room opening upon the
garden.
Eva's white fingers were deftly
faslioninS some rose-colored rlbbons
into dainty knots and loops.
"Whnt nre those for?' her father
injured, IN he seated himself in his
own big armchair and unfolded his
paper while glancing admrinSly nit
silkcn ttuff.
"ro wenr Mt the lawn pnrty this
evening, pnpa. And you will go with
us, of cOurscP
"a lawn party2 All, I had for
gotten! Well, where is it to boat
the Lyons'?"
eat tho Rivertons'," Miss Maddox
said
He scowled as he roughly shook out
his paper.
ii don't wish to interfere with your
pleasures or enjoyments, Eva, he
said, "but I would rather that you
should not go to this party at the
Rivertons'.
She knew that when her father ex,
pressed n wish, it WAS intended as n
| command, and her hands dropped
listlessly into her lap, crushing the
| crisp ribbons. Tears forced them
selves between the long lashes, ant
sho presently rose and quietly left the
| room.
Then Miss Maddock looked up from
her own work, and there was some
thing unusual in her expression.
"Archibald, she said. gravely. Z"
have something to sny to you.
would warn you not to carry thii
matter too far, nor to be too hare
| upon Eva and Jack Riverton, lest YOU
| drive her into open disobedience anG
even m clopement
| can clopoment
| His sister took from the little work
box which Eva had left on tho table I
( folded letter.
az found this here, just where yo,
see that she keeps it. Porhaps
ought not to have read it, seeing tina
it is love letter; but, under tho cir
cumstanccs, I consider it my duty t.
! let You know the contents. Wlll yo'
rcnd it, or shall l do SOP
The squire replied with n sort o
inurticulutc grunt, which his sisto
interpreted in her own way, an
accordingly commenced reading
aloud:
".My own precious angel, Eva"
"Bah = snd tho squire, with an OK
| preston of unuttCrnblo disgust.
=. ..incr a cruel and relentless fate at pre-
cnt iorhds our meeting, I can but take tn
| unsatisfactory method OF communication
with you. aud telling you, my own doare!
dnrltn,. OF how unspoaknhly md nnutterHol
| dear You are to mo.
"rhc fool!" mutterod tho squire.
".Oh my souls bclovod-'"
"For heavens sake, Matilda, spar
mo any more Of that sickening IN
iliotic stuff! Why, it's worse owe
that would have thought jack Rive
| ton cnpnhlc OF. What were you so
ing about an elopement?"
1T is this" answered. his sisto
glancing down the page:
~ find TINT I cannot exist apart fro
you, and since your unfoeling father"
"Humphl"
"'-will not consent to our union, we mu
, | talsc our fortunes into our own hnnds m
dcfy any, earthly power to koop
| aSundcr.
"The rasoali" cried tho squire
starting eroot in his chair.
But his sister put out hor Ian
I doprocatingly.
, ''Hcar tho rest, Archibald !"
"Not another world Tho idea of
= rascal and idiot like that presuming
Il court my daughter"
i "But at least hoar the last limos;
Goodnight, my souls beloved NJ
, angels fan you to slumber with their II
n grnnco-laden wings and In your droar
;, | think OF your own devoted
ARCHIBALD MADDOX.
=, There wns blank, bew1lder'
= pause.
"What does this mean, Matild
! What letter is that?"
l. His sister quietly handed It to hi
- "It is one which you wrote ov
- twenty years ago to the won!:n who