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

lenStH, loOhllS up Ill uiS ldCe "iiliC lhC
tears rolled down her cheek, why DO
you address language to me that makcs
me forget the duty I owe you? If you
knew my heart, you would spare and
pity my feelings. Pardon me, dear
father, If my conduct has offended you.
I knew not what spoke; am wretch
eI and cannot answer for my words.
Do not think I would wound your af-
fection by unkindness; but indeed, in
deed, I cannot hear you speak Of Tyr
rel without agony"
Rise, daughter" said Lindsay, al
most lifting her up. II do not chide
you for your repugnance to Tyrrel. You
mistake me If you think I would
dictate to your affections; my grief has
deeper source. This Arthur Butler"
Spare that name, father?" inter-
near the window and covering her face
with her hands.
Curse him!" exclaimed Lindsay.
May all the plaques that torment the
human bosom fall upon him. Mark
me daughter, trust I am not an un-
reasonable father; know I am not an
unkind one; there are few requests
that you could make which 1 would
not freely grant. But to hear with
patience the name Of that man on your
lips, to think of him as allied to you
by any sympathy, as sharing any por-
ton of your esteem-him, rebel trail
tor who has raised his sacrilegious
hand against his king, who has sold
his name to infamy who has contrib
uted to Efill these peaceful provinces
with discord, and to subvert the hap
piness Of this land which heaven had
appointed to be an asylum where man
disgusted with the lusts, rapine, and
murder OF his fellow, might betake
himself as a child to the bosom Of his
parent--I cannot endure the thought of
him! Never again, Mildred, l charge
you, never allude to him again!"
IF could but tell you ALL" inter-
rupted Mildred, sobbing, "if I could
but patiently have your hearing"
"Neversa word Of him! as you desire
to preserve my affection. I will not
hear. Get to your chamber" said
Lindsay, almost sternly. "Get to your
chamber. this perverse and resolute
temper of. thine needs the restraint of
solitude"
Mildred rose from her chair and
moved towards the door, and as she
was about to depart she turned her
weeping countenance towards her
father.
Come hlther," he said. thou art
foolish girl, and would bring down
wretchedness and woe upon thee. God
forgive you: from the bottom Of my
heart I forgive you. This is not of
your own imagining; some malignant
spirit has spread his baleful wing
above our house. Go, child forget
what has been said, and believe that
your father buffets thus harshly with
fate for your own welfare. Kiss me,
and may heaven shield you against
this impending I'LL"
s,s'De&s father. hear me-" said Mil
dred. as Lindsay imprinted a kiss up
on her forehead
Away, away" interrupted Lindsay,
II would be temperate, nor again for
get myself. In all love, Mildred
away"
Mildred left the room, and Lindsay,
to restore the equanimity Of his tenn
per- which had been so much over
thrown by this interview, wandered
forth into the valley, whence 1t was
some hours before he returned.
It was not long after the termination
of this conference before Henry rode
up to the door. The clatter Of his
horses hoofs brought Mildred from her
chamber into the parlor
What! sister. your eyes red with
tears?" said Henry. who has dis
tressed you?"
"Ah, brother, l have had a weary
time in your absence. Our poor father
is sadly displeased with me-"
Have you told him all?" asked
Henry, with an expression Of anxiety.
HE bade me-" replied Mildred, "nev-
er mention Arthur's name again. He
would not hear me speak Of Arthur.
Have not reason, dear brother, to be
miserable?"
II love you. Mildred" said Henry,
kissing his sister, land what's more, l
love Arthur Butler, and will stand up
for him against the world. And have
a good mind to go to my father ana
tell him am man enough to think for
myself-and more than that-that l.
for one, believe these rebels, as he calls
them have the right Of 1t. Why
shouldn't I? Can't shoot rifle as
we'll as the best of them, and stand by
a friend in a quarrel, and make good
my words as we'll as many man who
writes twenty years to his age? Tush!
I am tired of this boy play-shooting
with blunted arrows, and riding with
my fathers hand ever on the neck of
my horse, as If 1 could not hold the
reins. Give me sharp steel, Mildred,
and throw me on the world, and I'll
be bound I make my way as we'll as
another"
1--WE are surrounded with difficulties,
brother" said Mildred, "and have
hard part to perform. We must soothe
our dear fathers feelings, for he loves
us, Henry: and If he could but think as
we do, how happy should we be! But
there Is something fearful in his pas
sions, and it makes me tremble to see
them aroused"
This all comes" replied Henry,
from that devils imp Tyrrel. Oh.
could find it in my heart to trounce
that fellow, sister. But you haven't
asked me about my reconnoitring! I'll
tell you. Tyrrers man Curry, talked
great deal to old Tony and Mrs. Di-
mock both, about our friends who went
there last night. and found out their
names and all about them: and there
was some fray between Horse Shoe
and Curry, In which, I'll warrant you,
Horse Shoe gave him drubbing; so
Tony told me. Well. Butler, and Horse
Shoe set out this morning at daylight.