Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-09-11

sorrow with moderation"
The thought of her father was a
lever to Henrietta. She exerted her
self to overcome the grief she had in
dulged. Her first step was to play
the harpsichord, and she went forward
to try if her strength would be sutfi-
cient to play for him, and not betray
her surcharged heart by some uncon-
trollable burst of grief. She opened
the harpsichord, and her heart seemed
comforted by the first chords her fin
gers woke, as if some friends voice
spoke to her through the simple tones.
She played some little airs, then sang
sweetly the ballad of "Allan Water"
not perceiving her fathers entrance on
tiptoe, till she concluded the song.
The gratified look with which be met
her first glance, repaid her for her ef-
fort, even had not the pleasure she
herself had found in it, done so.
"Any letters, father ?" she asked,
forgetting, for moment, none of es-
pecial interest to her were now to
come.
"Several for myself relating to the
affairs of the firm, and two for your
mother-business letters 1 judged from
their superscription. Did not your
Uncle Robin bring them? o..
"Uncle Robert Is he in town ?"
eyes; I thought to have found him
already here. I had an invoice to
look over and would not detain him,
for what was of interest to me, was
this time dull to him. Some meeting
with acquaintances has caused his
tarrying. We will wait tea on him.
He will be in presently. Now, what
can you sing me to pass away the
time till he comes?"
She knew what song he best loved !;
but knew, out of tenderness toward
her, he would not ask it. 1t was one
of the batch of new songs he had sent
to Scotland for. Her brothers had
chosen them; but she was not longer
to allow his thought for her to be
greater than hers for him.
With great purity of style and
expression, she sang "Auld Lang
Syne." He spoke no word at its
close but laid his hand on her blonde
head, as if in blessing. Both felt too
much to speak. A ring at the door
was relief to the three mute occu-
pants of the parlor, for in deep reverie
Mrs. Cambell sat, looking sadly on
two portraits which hung opposite,
much alike in all attributes, and re-
minding her ever, by the semblance of
their counterfeit presentments of the
father of her sons, the husband of her
youth. The portraits had been paint
ed only a year before, by fine Edin-
burg artist, and were, to her, worth
their weight in gold.
A moment after the ring, servant
ushered in Mr.. Robert Cambell. He
was greeted cordially by his sister-in-
law and her daughter, an affectionate
enquiries made about his wife, whom
Henrietta spoke of as "dear Aunt
Sue" After he had taken seat, his
brother asked for the mail, and gave
to his wife from among the matter,
two letters. One bore the post-mark
of Jamaica-the other that of Edin-
burg. A glance told her they were
business communications, and she laid
them aside till after tea, now ready to
be served, as it had been delayed for
Mr.. Robert Cambell's coming.
A silver tea tray, with rare old
china service on it, was placed before
the mistress of the mansion on small
tea table, before which she sat. A
brass tea-kettle, FURNISHED like gold,
steamed with the boiling water ready
to draw the tea, which the lady took
out of a silver caddy, put in pot of
the same metal, and then dispensed
each cup with the stately grace which
marked her smallest action. Before
any one had finished their first cup,
there was ring at the door. The
servant who answered the bell brought
in the name of "Nr. Taylor, of George
town."
"Ask him in."
"To this room, madam ?"
"Ies."
A moment later, Mr.. Taylor entered.
1t was the first meeting with their
friend since their recent heavy atflic-
ton, and much feeling was awakened,
the younger Mr.. Cambell being alone
unmoved. Mrs. Cambell first relieved
the silence, which succeeded the sad
greeting, by asking the new conner to
have cup of tea.
"No, thank you, madam. l thought
knew your hours well enough, not to
have intruded."
"Your presence is never an intru-
sion," said the master of the house.
"We would have been done tea, but
our Scotch puuctuality waited on
Robin"
The tea things removed, the servant
placed two of the candle-sticks, with
their wax lights, on the marble centre
table.
"Will ye bide here, Robin, to read,
or tax pipe wi it in the stoody."
"The latter, l believe; but We need
not come, jamie"
"No, no lad, | dinna see We sac
often, but long to see mair. l ken ma
ither, how to gang off from ye Tay-