Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-03-23

only engaged girl in the school. You
can't think how the others envy me!
Papa arranged 1t all while I lay in the
cradle. When 1 leave school I am to
Join him abroad, and travel about Eu-
rope for awhile; then shall return to
America, and marry my fiance-Fran-
els Heron"
Francis Heron!" / echoed, involun-
tarily.
DO you know him." said my new
friend, with toss Of her yellow love-
locks. HE is my cousin, as well as
my betrothed."
| .I-that isl saw him once in my
grandfather's house." I stammered.
Indeed! You might go the world
over, and not find a more disagreeable
boy than Francis-hes truly wonderful
in that respect" said Sergia; and
then she began to talk Of something
else.
I went to sleep in her arms that
night, with a vague comfort dawning
on my sorrows.
She was the pet of the whole school
this engaged" girl-the ''queen-rose
of its rosebud garden"-an heiress, but
without pride; beautiful, but not vain;
bright, gay, generous at all times-the
prime favorite of pupils and teachers
alike.
1t was an ultra -aristocratic school,
situated in a delightful suburb of Bos-
ton-full Of girls. as Sergia had said,
daughters mostly of rich and distin-
guished families whose names were
famous in the annals Of the Bay State.
AS soon as 1t became known that 1
was a near relative of Judge Ferrers, /
was welcomed cordially enough. Ma
DANES great brick house, with its
walled garden stretching down to the
brink of the Charles, was a charming
home. Aunt Ferrers wrote me loving
letters, and sent me many gifts Of pin
money.
Sergia Pole was my inseparable friend
and companion. studied hard, and
at length forgot the poignancy Of my
grief.
At the end Of six months. Aunt Fer
rers came to the school, to pay my
bills, and see with her own eyes that
l was well and happy.
Has anything been heard Of my
mothers murderer" was the first
question asked her in private.
NO. she answered: human justice,
I feel assured, will never reach him."
And my grandfather"
"Do not speak Of him, dear child"
she replied; and knew, without 9TH
er words, that his heart remained un-
changed toward me.
Aunt Ferrers looked worn and sad.
Her hair had grown very white, her
step feeble.
my dear Hazel" she said, "you
write me a great deal about Sergia
Pole-you are fond Of her, it seems?"
"Oh, yes" I answered; you cannot
think how kind she is to me here at
the SCHOOL,"
Her friendship may yet be Of great
service to you," said Aunt Ferrers,
thoughtfully. "She is betrothed, as you
know, to her cousin, Francis Heron.
Her father has lived abroad a great
deal, and he approves Of French meth
ods in matters Of marriage. Now, Judge
Ferrers's fondness for the son Of his
dead friend continues unabated. He
still talks she sighed heavily-"of
making the boy his sole iegatee. To
say the least. your intimacy with He
ron's future wife is likely to be ad-
vantageous to you. You will need
friends, my darling. l grow old, and /
am not quite strong" She put her hand
involuntarily to her heart Yes, the
time is not far distant when you will
need strong, true friends"
All my vacations were spent at the
school, alone with Nine. Deland, or per-
haps some homeless under-teacher.
Holidays were my especial dread, for
then Sergia Pole went away to visit
friends and relatives, and was left
desolate. She always read me her
fathers letters-he seemed to be
peevish invalid, with a mind centered
on his physical infirmities. His win
ters were passed in Egypt and south
ern Italy; his summers, in the Tyrol,
or at Wiesbaden. He travelled with
Wallets and couriers and nurses, and
was evidently content to leave the trou-
BILE Of his daughters education to
Nine. Dcland.
| l had been at the school two years
when a strange thing happened.
| One morning the pupils came filing
into the class room, in that flutter of
excitement which was sure to attend
any interruption, however, insignifi-
cant, in the daily routine Of the place.
Our ancient drawing master had re-
signed, and the advent of his success
sor was the event which We eagerly
awaited. In spite Of her engagement,
Sergia Pole was always dreaming Of
THE lovers waiting in the hidden
| years"
She whispered to me: II do hope the
new teacher may be young and hand
some-not ugly and old, like our dear
departed. We shall find it easy to
learn Of him, If he has black, soulful
eyes and a distingue air. Feel me, Ha-
eel am actually trembling with ex-
pectancy. l shall be heart-broken If
do not find his eyebrows arched, and
his nose aquiline."
"Pooh!" said l.
i You little goose!" murmured Ser
gia; "of course only the older girls can
! appreciate this change, or pray with
true earnestness for something young
and fascinating to succeed the mummy
; just retired from office. Half my al
lowance for the next quarter is involv-
ed in the matter, too, for 1 have laid a
wager with that brainy Canadian girl
Rene
BE quiet" implored; "he is COM
ing now with madame"
A breathless hush seized the expect
ant pupils, as madame's stately figure