Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-07-22


Then he added, with forced laugh: IL
have too often broken the peace Of the
valley. I do not think that my father
and Louis will care to have me with
them for even that time"
"You know they will All, Henry, Il
you would only stay with us we might
be very happy"
They had now entered the house, and
an Indian boy, who acted as a servant,
was told by Mrs Kyle to take charge OF
the horse.
II should like to make you all happy,
but am afraid am an Ishmaelite and
can never settle down. Have you not
often defended me by telling father il
was in the blood2"
mo, Henry. It Is not In your blood
to err as you have done Impulse has
been the curse Of the-the Kyles, but
not a one of them has ever been capable
of deliberate wrong" said Mrs Kyle,
coming over and stroking his wavy
brown hair.
II might be happy In this valley II
could persuade young beauty whom
recently met to stay here with me and
share my fate" " said Henry Kyle with
the light, careless manner that was pc
culiar to him
"And who is this beauty?" asked
Mrs. Kyle.
"She is with her father, brother and
another sister, now en- route to Oregon
or Washington territory. The immi-
grant train passes within two hours
ride Of here tomorrow.
"And where does this family come
from?"
"From West Virginia replied Hen
y.
"West Virginia?'
eyes, mother Why, the name seems
to startle you," said Henry, turning
and watching the white cloud Of trou-
BILE that swept over his mothers face
"Oh, mol Why should the name Of
place affect me?" She stroked her fore
head nervously and then asked with an
evident effort at composure, And what
is the name Of the people?"
Blanchard, replied Henry. 1.-The
old gentleman is called DR.. Blanchard +"
"Dr. Blanchard"
No effort even had one been made,
could hide the emotion that Mrs. Kyle
now felt All the color fed from her
face, and her hands trembled 80 that she
had to interlock her fingers to keep them
steady.
Ibid you ever hear Of the name be-
fore?" asked Henry.
IL think 1 have"
Nora was about to speak, but was In
terrupted by the joyous barking Of a
dog outside, and the sound Of voices near
by gave her an excuse to cry out:
Father and Louisl They will be
glad to see you"
The girl went to the door, where her
father and brother greeted her fondly,
and she then led them into the room
where was her truant brother. Louis
Kyle was few years younger than his
brother and equally handsome, but his
face had a stronger and more serious
expression. He welcomed Henry cordial
", but the look on the fathers face was
not one Of pleasure Mr.. Kyle was a
tall, we'll made man Of 30, with iron
gray hair and shoulders slightly stoop-
ed The story of great grief was plain
ly written on his face
"Are we to have you with Us longr"
asked Mr.. Kyle, addressing Henry.
"No, sir. was near here and came
to see how you all were.
II suppose we should be thankful. "
said Mr.. Kyle with a sneer. lit must
have caused you an effort to leave your
companions "
LET us not blame him." broke in
Mrs. Kyle There is but little to occu-
py a young man Of spirit here"
There is duty" interrupted the
younger brother. ANY man who wants
higher incentive would be incapable
Of appreciating it"
"Ah, Louis" laughed Henry. 1--WE
are differently constituted The blood
Of the Scotch Irish Covenanters freezes
in your veins; the red current Of the
French burns through mine love you
better for being what you are. If we
were alike, these mountains would be
too small to hold us"
IF you were like me, this valley, 4"
said Louis, would be kingdom large
enough"
Leaving the brothers to talk, Mrs
Kyle beckoned to her husband to follow
her. She led him into another apart
ment. the floor of which was carpeted
with the softest furs, then cautiously
closing the door, said:
"Dr Blanchard, his son and two
daughters are near by on their way to
Oregon.
my Godr' sobbed the man my
sister Mary 8 husbandl My sister Mary's
childrenp'
"But they will not come near Us, " she
said soothingly.
Mr.. Kyle took turn across the room;
then coming back he cried out:
my heart goes out to them ALI the
past rises In Judgment before me. 1t
was but yesterday that | fled through
the storm and darkness with this right
arm red with the blood Of my brother"
AS Valentine Kyle, or Valentine Wei
don, to give him his true name. spoke
he buried his face in his big brown
hands and cried as if his heart were
breaking. The wife and husband were
still talking when bright Indian girl
known as Kushat, came into the room
and told them that dinner was ready.
During the meal this girl followed
Henry Kyle with her black eyes, and
there was that in the gaze that told OF
a more than ordinary interest in the