Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-01-23

| prepares IOT HE. Away, L Will eApcC
you in half an hour"
Curry mounted his horse. an6
choosing a more convenient ford thar
that which he had passed (for the
jutting rocks, on this side, prevented
his reaching Mrs. Dimock's without
recrossing the river to the road), he
soon regained the track, and was
seen, almost at high speed, sweeping
around the base of the Fawn's Tower
Tyrrel returned hastily to the Dove
Cote, and, seeking his valet, gave or
ders to have his portmanteau packed
his horse saddled and to be in waiting
for him at the foot Of the hill. These
commands were speedily obeyed, and
everything was in readiness for his
journey before any Of the family had
made their appearance in the break
fast room.
While Tyrrel meditated writing a
line to explain to Lindsay his present
sudden movement, and had drawn
near a table for that purpose, he was
saluted by the voice Of Henry, who
had entered the apartment, and stolen
unobserved almost Immediately be-
hind his chair.
Booted and spurred, Mr.. TyrrelI"
said Henry "You are for a ride.
Will you take a fowling-piece? There
are pheasants over upon the hills"
ooh, no! Master Henry, you are up!
I am glad Of it. I was just writing
word to say that business calls me
away this morning. Is your father
yet abed?"
He is sound asleep" said Henry;
II will wake him
mo, my lad. You must not do
that. Say I have received news this
morning that has called me suddenly
to my friends. I will return before
long Is your sister stirring?"
"She was in the garden but a mo-
ment SINCE" replied Henry; and the
young man left the room, to which he
returned after short space. "Sister
Mildred Is engaged in her chamber,
and begs you will excuse her." said
he as he again entered the door.
"Tush, Henry, I didn't tell you to
interrupt your sister. Make her my
most respectful adieu. Don't forget
it. I have all my way to win," he
said to himself, land a rough road to
| travel. I fear"
Tyrrel now left the house and de-
scended to the river, accompanied by
Henry, who sought in vain to know
why he departed in such haste as not
| to stay for breakfast. James Curry
waited below; and when Henry saw
| his fathers guest mount in his saddle
and cross the ford attended by his two
| servants, he turned about and climbed
up the hill again. half singing and
| half saying to himself-"I'm glad he's
gone, I'm glad he's gone." accompan-
led with a trolling chorus, expressive
Of the satisfaction Of his feelings at
the moment. He'd got flea in his
ear, IL he had stay'd. I should like to
know what Major Butler would say to
Mr.. Tyrrel, If he was to meet him.
Cooks! maybe Butler will see him this
| very morning at Mrs. Dimock's. Now,
I wonder! Shall I whisper that to sis
ter Mildred2 She would be glad. for
one, I'll be bound! Maybe they might
have fight. And If they do. let Mr..
| Tyrrel look out! He never had his
bread so we'll buttered in his life, as
it would be then"
In such a strain Of cogitation and
conjecture, Henry reached the parlor,
where he found Mildred. The melan-
choly that hung upon her spirits, the
evening before, seemed to have been
dispelled by the repose of the night,
and was doubtless relieved, in part by
the intelligence that Tyrrel had quilted
the Dove Cote.
Come, sister," said Henry, throwing
his arm round her waist, and almost
dancing, as he forced her through the
open window, come, it will be a good
while before father Is ready for his
breakfast. Let us look at your flow
ers; have something to tell you"
You are quite an important person.
age, this morning" replied Mildred,
moving off towards the lawn with her
brother Your face looks as wise as
book of proverbs"
1t was some time before the brother
and sister returned to the parlor, and
when they. did so, their father had not
yet appeared. The delay was unusual;
for Lindsay generally rose at an early
hour, and frequently walked abroad
before his morning meal. When he at
last entered the room, there was an
expression Of care and thought upon
his brow that made him haggard. Mil
dred, as was her custom, approached
him with a kiss, and taking both of
his hands, as she looked up in his face,
she said, with some earnestness-
You are not well, my dear father"
Lindsay paused a moment, while he
gazed affectionately upon her and then
pressing her to his bosom, uttered In
low voice, with a smile
God bless my dear child! How care
fully does she read my looks! Come
hither, Henry" he continued, as he
gave his son one hand, and still held
Mildred with the other. and then turn
ed his eyes alternately upon each.
Now, tell me which Of you love me
best? Who has waited most patiently
for me this morning? I see by that
glance Of your blue eye Master Henry,
that you have been chiding your lazy
father for lying so long abed. Now, 1
dare say. If the truth were known. you
have had your rifle ready to go out and
shoot squirrels an hour ago. beg
your pardon, Mr.. Sportsman,-not to
shoot the squirrel, but to shoot at him.
Or perhaps you mean to bring us
deer today: you know you have prom
ised to do that every morning for a
week"
You shall eat a slice from as fine a
saddle Of venison today, father, as you
ever saw smoke over chatting dish"
"In good truth, shall I, boy? You are
brave promiser! You remember your
own adage-Brag was a good dog, but
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