Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-10-11

meeting, to Henrietta McArthur, she
was warm friend. A good reader OF
human nature would have said Mrs
Cover had passed through Il SIMEON OF
human passion, and felt once, so much,
she could never feel again. Another
Lavator would have pronounced her
worldly from the hour of her birth but
!, the devotion she showed Henrietta
would have convinced both of their
error. There seemed, 10 her, to be a
bond of sympathy between herself,
and the sad, still girl, she could not ex-
plain /; but she drew nearer and near
er to her, in spite of the reserve with
which all of her advances were met,
until at last she awoke return and
the friendship developed in Henrietta
a more healthful interest in life than
had ever seemed possible for her to
know again. Her contiding nature now
longed to tell, for the sake of sympa-
thy, this woman she knew to be her
true and steadfast friend, the story OF
herself and child. That child, whose
remembrance never faded, waking nor
sleeping, but filled her thoughts by
day and her dreams by night. The
child whose presence could she gain it,
the worlds scorn would not weigh one
second in the scale of q smile Of love
from it. The child which her mothers
decree had parted her from, perhaps
forever; Of whose welfare she was
fain to be content-that she was assur-
ed. A meagre morsel, truly, for her
famished love to be satisfied with.
She did not now fear the recital would
drive Mrs. Cover from her; but she
dared not disobey her mothers will,
and brooded in silence over the ir-
remediable past.
A year after his wife's death, Robert
Cambell came, for the first time since
Henrietta McArthur's ruin, to his
brothers. house. jamie Cambell had
wondered, more than once, why Robin
had not'been down for so long, and
once had gone up to see him, soon
after his widowerhood.
For her husbands sake, Mrs. Cam
bell stifled her loathing, and received
him as nearly as she could as in former
days. Henrietta kept rigidly within
her room. He remained only two days
in town, and the greater part of those
he was visiting other acquaintances.
So his brother declared, when he left,
he had hardly seen him.
1 Soon after the visit Of Robert Cam
bell, Mrs. Cover gave large party
which Mrs. Cambell well nigh forced
her daughter to attend. She plead to
stay at home, but her mother would
give no heed to her entreaties. Bit
terly did Mrs. Cambell regret, before
the evening was over, that she had not
hearkened to her daughters desires.
The open scorn shown to Henrietta by
the majority of the guests, could not
be hidden by the attentions. Of few
charitable ones, or the distinguished
notice of the hostess. Mrs. Cambell
felt it to her hearts core. She had
thought, certainly, no fuel to feed the
flame being given, the tongue Of SIAN
der would have been cut off; but it
was evident to her that, in some way,
the vague report of the year previous
had been revived, and somehow, re-
cieved fresh impetus. To trace the
disseminator of the tales was impossi-
BILE, as in trying to refute them she
would have TO give the account of her
daughters ruin. She returned from
the party deeply hurt and preplexed,
at loss how to conduct their move
ment in the future, and almost irritated
at the serenity with which Henrietta
looked on the affair.
The day after the party, Robert
Cambell's body-servant returned to
town, bringing letter to Mrs. Cambell
containing an offer of marriage to her
daughter. Her first impulse was of
burning Indignation and scorn at such
effrontery but she was woman who
never decided hastily-one of the few
of her sex who never acted on first
impressions. Much reflection on the
matter, in all its bearings, seemed to
render the marriage feasible, and the
recent developments inclined her to
think it perhaps advisable. With this
line of policy at last adopted, she went
to Henrietta to announce it. She was
uuprepared, from her daughters long
acquiescence in all her plans, to now re-
ceive an unequivocal refusal.
"No mother" she said firmly. Here
tofore have yielded to your wishes
against my feelings and my judgment,
because life was but blank to me at
best, and it maltered not the acts Of
my existence. This matter though,
stirs my soul to its depths. Do you
ask me to take this man as my husband,
who, through Vaccinations worthy OF
satan to conceive, has done me the
greatest wrong one human can ever
commit against another? Marry the
creature l hate and loathe above all
creation Mock God by promising to
honor one whose name even is an ahom-
ination TO me- l were worthy OF my
miserable fate, could I consent to far
ther converse with him. He and l
would not have lived on this earth, for |
would have killed him, did l not know
there was One who sees all and He
will avenge my cause, for | cry day
and night to Him. To his innuendoes