Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-03-19

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ed and curled my long hair with her
own hands. Patty, too, huttereo
around me in great excitement. She
knew the family secrets and more than
once her feelings became too much for
her.
Lord bless you for born beauty
Miss Hazel" she cried, "the old judge
will never be able to hold out a'gin you
this day, unless he's turned to granite.
oh. but I remember him well-born to
rule, If ever man was, and to make
other folks tremble."
DO you know my grandfather, Pat
ty?" interrupted.
"Ior, yes, miss" sighed Patty. i
was YOUR mammals waiting woman be-
fore she ever left her fathers house.
I've stuck close to her since that hour
Pu stick to her till the world ends.
There! you do look like little angel
AT TO move a rock, If so be it had eyes
to see you."
At the hour appointed on the pre-
yious day Aunt Ferrers arrived to take
possession Of me.
rs all well?" my mother asked anx-
iously. Does my father suspect any
thing? Has he discovered your visit
of yesterday"
He suspects nothing" the dear,
white haired lady answered, cheerful
ly. Francis Heron is to lunch with
him TODAY. I see that you have arm
ed Hazel cap-a-pie for conquest" She
looked breathlessly into my mothers
male face. my poor girl, Is all well
here? Have you suffered any fresh
alarm-seen anything more Of the gray
woman.
mo" shuddered my mother; "but at
the last moment feel strangely reluct-
ant to send Hazel on her mission. On,
Aunt Helena, take care Of my darl-
ing!"
81 will. Fear nothing" answered
Aunt Helena. You can trust her with
me, Constance"
Then we went down to the gate,
which Patty had unlocked, entered
carrlQRe Wdlllll6 luCiCp oiAu Ao-AS@ va
to the nearest railway station.
She was very kind and gentle-this
new found aunt was sure that she
must love my mother fondly. She put
me in a car, with box of French bon
bons to comfort me, and took seat
by my side, asking me many questions
about our hermit life at Lake Cottage
There were anxious lines in her face,
and now and then a heavy sigh es-
capped her.
The train-an express-tore rapidly
on. Soon bridges and water, and an
immense wilderness Of roofs and
spires, with one great gilded dome ris-
ing above all, like a miniature sun,
burst on my wondering eyes. 1t was
my first experience Of travel-my first
glimpse Of the vast world.
The train slackened speed-stopped.
We had reached the city Of wealth and
culture-the city Of pride, prejudice,
and narrow, crooked streets.
Come" said Aunt Ferrers, and we
alighted on a platform, under an arch
ed roof Of glass and iron. At side
door an English broughham, drawn by
iron-gray horses, and driven by
coachman in livery, awaited us. We
entered the vehicle and through a net
work of noisy ways started for that
paradise Of aristocratic Boston, the
Back Bay.
Bewildered, 1 looked from the car
riage window on the vast human hive
into which / had made my first plunge.
Endless walls Of brick and stone met
my eyes-vast, hurrying crowds Of
men and women-ancient trees, in a
confusion Of autumnal tints. Then the
broughham rumbled into Common
wealth Avenue, and stopped before an
imposing stone dwelling.
My dear, this is the place." said
Aunt Ferrers.
She led me up a flight Of steps into
a hail. ceiled and paneled with carven
oak. On one side was a Fireplace with
a Pompeiian mosaic for hearth-stone,
palms in huge jars stood on the land
ing. We ascended a wide stair to a
boudoir where a white-capped maid
came to attend us. My hat and cloak
were removed, and the servant brought
a tray Of dainties, of which I tasted
sparingly. Where was my grandfath-
err? I wanted to go to him at once.
7 was glad when Aunt Ferrers took my
hand and said, impressively:
1.-The moment has come, Hazel-we
cannot delay longer"
Down the shallow stair we went; the
house seemed very still. We crossed
the hall to a portiere Of magnificent
tapestry. A footman waited there.
Aunt Ferrers motioned him aside and
drew back the fabric with her own
hand. But in the act she suddenly
paused, as though strength and cour-
age were falling-as though she could
not take the fateful step across the
threshold. And while she thus held
the tapestry in her trembling grasp,
1, through the opening, peered eagerly
into the room beyond.
/ saw walls Of an exquisite primrose
tint, an inlaid floor; window OF
stained glass that cast a soft glow
upon everything, and luncheon table,
shining with old silver, painted Sevres,
and Benares bowls Of Marechal Mel
roses.
At the board sat two persons-one,
a thin, sallow, olive skinned youth
the other, an elderly gentleman. with
an ugly aquiline profile, and huge gray
eyebrows beetling over his keen, un-
pleasant eyes. This latter party was
in the act of taking some black grapes
from a silver dish, and so absorbed
was he in talking to the sallow youth,
that he did not notice the movement of
the portiere-did not see Aunt Ferrers
and myself halting in mortal dread on
his threshold.
Heron" we heard him say, "am
to understand that you mean, after
leaving college, to take up your abode