Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-09-17

Miss Angus, well used to these out
bursts, answers only by another sigh
and the following:
THE bell has rung for tea, and one
must eat and drink, II ones heart is
heavy"
Eat and drink? Yes; though empires
fall and life be emptied Of every
thing that makes it worth having
Sibyl arose from the stair and went
gloomily out into the salle-a-manger
where the other pupils were gathered
to raven. To tell the truth, she was
no great favorite among them, this
girl with her fine, high-bre ways and
extraordinary beauty, who knew SO
little about herself and Of whom ev-
erybody else knew so little, and who
seemed now to have become a fixture
at st. Catharine's.
And 80 Paulette is gone" they
whispered, glibly Lucky girl! That
old guardian Of hers is Jew for rich
ness, Miss Essay says. He has great
hall on the Chesapeake, built before
the Revolution. Oh, the lovers she
will have!" with a great burst Of envy
"Is it not your turn next, Miss Ar
nault? When are you goins?"
Never" answered Sibyl, dryly. "a
shall turn nun, no doubt, and take the
veil here, and so have done with It,"
UP in her dormitory that night she
sits, staring blankly out into the
darkness, while they giggle and jabber
around her Of lovers and lessons and
tricks played on poor Miss Essay. Her
own bed, formerly shared with Pau
lette, remains empty far into the night
She sits with her face glued to the
pane, her black eyes fixed upon the
cold, rainy night without. OF what is
she thinking, that she gazes 80 stead
lily?
Better come to bed, Sibyl," calls
one of the girls, sleepily. You'll
get a galloping consumption there in
the draughts, and spoil your beauty
too, keeping late hours"
Don't I wish Miss Essay could see
her at it," said another. Hope she
hasn't been and fallen in love with any
of the professors. Mariana, in the
'Moated Grange, never looked half SC
lovelorn."
But the girl at the window neither
stirs nor answers. When Miss Angus
appears at the door, on her nightly
rounds, she sees the figure sitting
there so stark and motionless, but does
not disturb it.
my mother!" the girl is thinking
with passionate bitterness, her hands
locked fiercely, her dark eyes filled
with feverish pain. Where Is
my mother, 1 wonder, tonight? How
many more years-my best years, too
am to waste here? 1 hope l may
love her. 1 do not think do now. And
does she love me? Certainly not, or
she would never have held aloof from
me all this while. Who does love me
Not human being in the world but
Paulette, and she will forget me now In
her new home, with that dreadful old
man who quarreled at once with my
name"
She slipped out of her clothes at
last and crept to bed with these
thoughts stinging and buzzing through
her brain like swarming bees. Still
haunted by them she fell asleep.
She slept on for few hours and
then awoke. The clock was just
striking six. The rain beat on the
window at the head Of the bed. At its
foot stood Miss Angus, holding a can
die, which shone with a feeble, sickly
light in the chilly, gray dawn.
What Is it?" cried Sibyl, starting
up, confused at the sight. What has
happened?"
The under teacher put her thin hand
around the faring flame.
Rise at once. You are sent for
Miss Arnault," she said, briefly.
(To be Continued.)