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

he inveighed strenuously against the
plan, feeling real disappointment in
being deprived of fathers care over
lads. However, he was forced to
recognize the soundness Of their moth
er's judgment, in placing them where
opportunities were so superior to those
to be found in the United States, and
solaced himself by devoting himself to
Henrietta. He quickly won her af-
fection, and from the day he called
her mother his wife, he loved the little
daughter with truly fathers heart.
Friends and instructors wrote fire.
quent reports to Mrs. Cambell-after
she crossed the ocean-of her sons,
and all combined in pronouncing them
youths of great promise.
When the young McArthurs gradu-
ated, their first thought was to hasten
to the tenderly loved mother and Sis
ter, so long separated from them. The
mother curbed this natural impulse,
and desired that their attention should
first be given to their West India prop
erty; and before coming to Charleston
they should 60 to Jamaica, see their
agents, examine accounts, condition of
estates, and assume possession. Being
guided by their mothers advice, Henry
and Alexander Macarthur came on
to the West Indies, and while necessa-
rily detained there, both fell victims
of the yellow fever. This ship, now
sailing into port, was the one in which
they had proposed to come; and only
the mail-ship before, had brought to
their family the news of their demise.
The sight of the vessel opened anew
the fresh wounds, still bleeding for
their loss, in the hearts which, for
years, had looked forward to an hour,
cruel Time, at last, revealed was never
to be.
Mrs. Cambell, with an inherent stern
ness imbibed with a mothers milk
form race of Covenanters, had stitled
the weakness of her mother heart
which often yearned for the presence
of her sons and kept them from her
seven years-never even faltering,
and at last checking their fastening
desires, inculcated the homely doctrine
of "business before pleasure" Now,
in her bereavement, she uttered no
useless regret, felt no reproach of con-
science for her course, and would again
have enacted the same rigid role.
Henrietta McArthur's nature was cast
in a softer mould. Youth and love
had developed for her tender, facile
temper. Her grief for her brothers
loss was very intense; so violent in its
expression it seemed beyond her power
to control it. The exhibition of her
distress caused her stepfather much
pain. For his sake, her mother exhor-
ted her, continually, to overcome her
self and be more calm. Even this
strong incentive failed to enable her
to quell the demonstrations Of her sor-
row.
Two hours after the arrival of the
vessel noticed at the first of this chap
ter, the wife and daughter awaited Mr..
Cambell's coming. The room in which
the ladies sat gave evidence that Mrs.
Cambell had not left on the other side
of the sea, her old world love of ele-
gance. The walls of the room were
hung with curious, ancient tapestry,
representing scenes from the Old Tes-
lament. The stern choice of subjects,
such as Moses Staying the Egyptian
the overthrow of Pharaoh and his
Host in the Red Sea the Staying OF
Jezebel's Prophets, ETC., made it easy
to imagine the work was woven by
the fingers of some grand dame nurtur-
ed in the days of Claverhouse. The
chairs were large, cushioned with blue
damask, wrought in with threads OF
gold the woodwork, white and highly
gilded in patterns of vine and grape
the tables were of the same material,
claw footed aud topped with black
marble, the strong contrast not being
unpleasant in effect. The mantel was
also black marble. On it were burning
four wax candles, set in massive silver
caudlesticks. On one side of the room
was harpsichord, with blue damask
cover to match the cushioning of the
chairs. This, now, seemed to be the
subject of discussion.
"Don't ask ME, mother How can
l play? Every tune has been prac-
ticed for my brothers; the whole
burden of my thought, as I played,
being how the air would please them. "
Henrietta, to give up, to this ex'
tent, to our sorrow, is worse than USE
less-it is positively wrong. The dead
are not blessed by 1.-THE living dark
ened. You must rembember others
beside yourself Your father is dearer
to you than your brothers were. The
sentiment toward him is real-for
them ideal. He, too, dwelt most fond
ly on their coming, planning much
happiness "lr them and us. Instead
of striving to fill the place of more
children TO him, and cheering the
heart which leans on you to soothe its
declining years, you augment his trou-
Bile by your gloominess. 1t is not
right, and | cannot encourage you in
such a course, by undue sympathy OF
caresses."
"a shadow seems, mother, to rest on
me, from which | cannot escape-as il
this sorrow is but the harbinger oi
more"