Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-01-26

"He has never spoken to you, Mil
dred?" asked Lindsay, without making
any comment on the indignant recep-
tion his daughter had given to his
disclosure. Never a word? Bethink
you, my daughter, Of all that has lately
passed between you. A maiden Is apt
to misconstrue attentions. Can you
remember nothing beyond the mere
civilitie Of custom?"
IT can think Of nothing in the con-
duct Of Mr.. Tyrrel but his devotion to
the purpose of embroiling my dear
father in his miserable politics. I can
remember nothing Of him but his low
voice and noiseless step, his myster-
ious insinuations, his midnight sit
tings, his fulsome fiattery Of your
services in the royal cause, the base
means by which he has robbed you of
your rest and taken the color from
your cheek. I thought him too busy In
distracting your peace to cast a
thought upon me. But to speak to me,
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and taking a station so near Lindsay's
chair as to be able to lean her arm
upon his shoulder, ito breathe one
word of a wish to win my esteem, that
he dared not do"
You speak under the impulse Of
some unnecessarily excited feeling,
daughter You apply terms and i'm
pute motives that sound too harsh
from your lips, when the subject Of
them Is a brave and faithful gentle
man. Mr. Tyrrel deserves nothing at
our hands but kindness"
ALAS, my father, alas, that you
should think SOL"
| What have you discovered, Mil
dred, or heard, that you should deem
so injuriously of this man? Who has
conjured up this unreasonable aversion
in your mind against him.?
"I am indebted to no sources Of in
formation but my own Senses" replied
Mildred; II want no monitor to tell
me that he is not to be trusted. He
is not what he seems"
True, he is not what he seems, but
better Mr.. Tyrrel appears here but as
simple gentleman, wearing, for obvi-
Gus reasons, an assumed name. The
letters he has brought me avouch him
to be a man Of rank and family high
in the confidence Of the officers Of the
king, and holding reputable commits
sion in the army; man Of note.
worthy to be trusted with grave enter
prises, distinguished for sagacity
bravery, and honor, Of moral virtues
which would dignity any station, and,
as you cannot but acknowledge from
your own observation, filled with the
courtesy and grace Of a gentleman.
Fie, daughter! it Is sinful to derogate
from the character of an honorable
man."
Wearing an assumed name. father.
and acting a part here, at the Dove
Cote! Is 1t necessary for this purpose
that, under this roof, he should appear
in masquerade? May I know whether
he treats with you for my hand in his
real or assumed character-does he
permit me to know who he is?"
"All in good time. Mildred. Content
you. girl that he has sufficiently GER
titled himself to me. These are per-
ilous times, and Tyrrel Is obliged to
practise much address to find his way
along our roads. You are aware 1t
would not be discreet to have him
known even to our servants. But the
time will come when you shall know
him as himself, and then, If I mis-
take not, your generous nature Will be
ashamed to have wronged him by un-
worthy suspicious"
Believe me, father" exclaimed Mil
dred. rising to a tone of animation that
awakened the natural eloquence Of
her feelings, and gave them vent In
language which more resembled the
display of a practised orator than the
defamation of a girl, believe me, he
imposes on you. His purposes are In
tensely selfish. If he has obtained an
authority to treat with you or others
under an assumed name, 1t has only
been to further his personal ends. AL
ready has he succeeded In plunging
you, against your will, into the depth
of this quarrel. Your time, my dear
father, which once glided as softly and
as happily as yon sparkling waters
through our valley is now consumed
in deliberations that wear out your
spirits; your books are abandoned for
the study Of secret schemes of politics;
YOU are perplexed and anxious at every
account that reaches us Of victory or
defeat. It was not so, until you saw
Tyrrel your nights, that once knew
long and healthful sleep, are now
divided by short unrefreshing slum-
bers; you complain Of unpleasant
dreams and you foretell some con-
stantly coming disaster. Indeed, dear
est father, you are not what you were
You wrong yourself by these cares
and you do not know how anxiously
nv brother Henry and myself watch,
in secret, this unhappy change In your
nature. How can think with patience
of this Tyrrel when 1 see these
things?"
"The times, Mildred, leave no choice.
When a nation struggles to throw Off
the rule of lawful authority, the friends
of peace and order should remember
that the riotous passions Of the refrac-
tory people are not to be subdued
without personal sacrifices"
You promised yourself, father, here
at the Dove Cote to live beyond the
sphere of these excitements. And, as
l we'll remember, you often. as the war
ragged, threw yourself upon your knees,
and taught us-your children-to kneel
by your side, and we put our joint
expressions of gratitude to God, that,
at least, this little asylum was undis-
turbed by the angry passions OF
man."
1--WE did, we did, my dearest child.
But l should think it sinful to pray
for the same quiet when my services
might be useful to restore harmony to
distracted and misguided country"
| "DO Won now think" asked Mildred,