Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-08-30

happy together.
IT know" light Of smiling enthu-
siasm on her face. 1T is beautiful
their devotion-as beautiful as it is un-
usual. Their happiness in each other
should be lesson for you.
"For mel And why for me?" looking
up surprisedly, faint flush showing on
her cheeks
Because some day you will marry
yourself
"And you think should''-
Marry some good fellow whom you
can love just as Nelsine does Hugh. "
"Oh" the girl exclaimed in curl
GUS tone, turning away her face. But
after moment she added, not looking
up: "But what if it is not ones nature
to feel or to simulate great passion? Mel
sine says she thinks it is not in me to
make goose Of myself that way"
"Then you would better not presume
to get married." Mrs. Hallet declared,
with a dry laugh, 'for married old
maid is a hopeless case"
"But do you not think that there can
be such a thing as rational friendship
between a man and wife, giving happi.
ness, even though sentiment is left out
of the bargain?" asked the girl eager
ly after short silence.
mo, I don't" returned the other,
very decidedly, her blue eyes quietly
studying the flushed face that seemed
trying to hide itself behind the sofa pill
lows. mo woman's heart could ever be
satisfied for more than moment with
such a paltry makeshift, while, what
ever the quality of mans love, he
never fails to demand full measure Of
passion in his wife and to feel defraud-
ed of his right if it is denied him. If
you are ever tempted to try such an ex-
pertinent as that, dear, my advice to
you is-don't She laughed playfully,
but there was a certain something in
the depths of her eyes which reminded
Edith Of all Nelsine had told her about
Mrs. Hallet's own married life.
"Why, thank you I will at least
remember your good counsel" but the
answering playfulness was rather forced.
There was silence of many moments
between the two women. Little Paul
had brought his plump pug to play on
the bearsAn at his mothers feet, filling
the pause with merry monologue.
Cough, Tommy, coughP' he would
gayly command as his plump fists pat
ted the wrinkled little hack, and the
small bit Of solemnity, grown so fat 1t
could scarce do more than kick in the
fullness Of exceeding content, would
obediently give vent to lazy growing
which seemed curiously to delight the
child's sense of humor. "Oh, mamma,
isn't Tommy a joker" he cried in
gurgle of childish laughter, throwing
himself upon the floor. Both women
laughed in sympathy with his abandon.
"What darling he isP' Edith ex-
claimed, watching him with tender
eyes.
"Is he not?" murmured the mother
in glow Of happy pride. "And he is
80 much like my brother Paul, for whom
he is named, when he laughs like that
AS Paul was at his age. have pic
ture of us both taken together when we
were little tots, and the resemblance is
very striking. I must show it to you
some time"
IT did not know that you had broth
er," Edith observed, sinking back upon
the cushions once more "A brother
Paul It is pretty name," the last
words curiously faltering.
Poor fellow! I do not often men
ton him." Mrs. Hallet returned, sigh
ing heavily: HE was the dearest fel-
low"
"He is-dead?"
Eyes, he was killed in railway acci.
dent years ago. Itwas dreadful shock.
I adored him.
"How sad it must have been" trying
to speak with feeling, yet conscious of
certain hollowness in the sound Of her
own voice. It seemed as if her heart
were so completely filed with its own
heaviness as to have no real emotion
left for others sorrows
1T is sad. Wenev escape it, Mrs
Hallet went on absently, "for it is the
one point on which poor fathers mind
is not quite right. Paul was his only
son, and there were circumstances which
made it very sad, his dying SO. Father
never recovered from the shock. He in
sists that Paul is not dead; that some
day he will come back. He has his
room always ready for him. He men
tions him always at family prayers. He
is continually referring to him in con-
nection with the property after he, IA
ther, shall be gone He has never even
had monument placed over the grave,
althoug he brought the body home"
"He was dead, then, really?" Edith
faltered, drawing long breath, her
thoughts reverting to that other Paul
for whom al empty home place like
this might somewhere be waiting.
"Oh, yes. There was no smallest
doubt about that Poor dear boy 1t is
such q comfort to me that Paul is like
him. was so fond Of him."
"Yes," Edith listlessly assented.
Why should it hurt her so merely to
think of him, this other Paul who was
alive? But he, too, was dead, dead to his
people, dead to herl Why should she
think Of him? What good could it dof
He was ad-dead-deadl She sprang
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