Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-08-26

Then came Borofsky's third letter,
very short one. but letter that glad
dened our hearts and caused US to feel
that all was we'll. or nearly so.
81 have persuaded the count to
come" he wrote, land we shall start
tomorrow. shall telegraph on Tues
day from the frontier If we shall have
arrived so far in safety. Meanwhile.
few words of caution: Treat the count
as though nothing had happened. Do
not allude to his delusion. Further, he
has expressed hope more than once
that you will not speak of his return.
He would rather see and be seen by
none but his own household. and the
servants should be warned to say moth
ing of his absence or Of his home COM
ing. He imagines. you will bear in
mind, that he has many enemies. These.
SAYS the count. should he left to sup.
pose he is still absent from st. Peters
burg; otherwise he will not be allowed
to dwell in peace.
Alas. poor old father. Well, at any
rate, he was coming home. The future
was in wiser hands than ours.
Tuesday found MS all in condition
of unspeakable excitement. The Berlin
express would reach the frontier early
in the afternoon, and our telegram
should arrive at about or earlier.
How we got through the morning,
mother and I, I cannot remember.
can recall nothing of that day except
ing that Percy almost compelled me to
20 with him for walk and tried to
talk cricket to me and Oxford and
Toddlestone and all manner Of subjects,
but that | would have none Of them
and could only speak Of kilograms and
the frontier and the time Of day, and
so on
Luncheon time came and passed and
the afternoon slowly wore Three
o'clock was reached and done with;
then half past and then 4. and still the
telegram had not arrived. Had Borofsky
failed after all2
Then it came.
The message was placed in my hands
by one of the men. tore the envelope
open and read
vseo blagopoluchno. tAl wel.l
BoRoFsKY.
And with the document rushed to
my mother.
"It's all right. dearest. blurted
"Borofsky has got him Tomorrow
evening dad will dine with usr
think we cried together over that
telegram-tears of pure relief and rest
from anxiety
This was the happiest afternoon and
evening we had spent for two months.
True. tomorrow's meeting would be
painful no doubt; but. oh, the differ.
ence to have father with us, i'll though
be might be. rather than to think Of
him as poor lost soul alone in London,
helpless and friendless and dementedl
l thought the evening of that
Wednesday would never come. How
slowly the wingless moments crawled
We prepared everything for fathers
comfort: we made his rooms look as in.
viting as loving hands could render
them; we adorned them with flowers
and pretty hangings and photographs;
we spent hours in doing all this, and
yet the time would not move on quick
ly enough for rs.
The train was due at or about the
dinner hour. and Percy and l were at
the station half an hour before time.
Now that the supreme moment had
arrived l felt unaccountably nervous
and somewhat depressed. Percy rallied
me upon my foolishness.
"Why, hang it, old man." he said.
"this ought to be one of the happiest
moments of your lifel''
$50 it is," murmured. II am aw-
fully happy. But I don't know what it
isl feel as though even now father
will disappoint us somehow, as though
all this were not a reality. What if
this man should turn out to be not ia
ther, after all, but
"Oh, rotl" said Percy rudely. Lets
talk of something else. If you get think
ing that kind of thing. you'll force
yourself to believe that he isn't he. even
when you see him with your own eyes
"Oh. mol / shall know father" I
murmured. "if he really comes"
"Of course he'll really come, said
Percy. "Whom do you expects Come
now. don't be an old ass. Boris. Your
| nerves are playing old Harry with you.
| Then, almost as we spoke, the train
came groaning and creaking in. It
pulled up, and the passengers began to
get out and walk on the platform. and
the usual crowd formed.
In the crowd, as we went to and fro
looking for our travellers, I saw sud-
denly Borofsky and another.
At the first glance l thought it was
my father, and my heart gave great
bound for joy. Then I looked closer,
and
"Percy," l whispered-"Percy, for
the love Of heaven, tell Borofsky"-
"Well. tell him whatH Where is hef
Do you see them2 What's up old
man2" said Percy.
"Tell Borofsky to wait. I must get
home and prepare my mother. Tell him
come behind these boxes so that they
don't see us-tell him it isn't father,