Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-11-19

| her entire life changed in moment
this grave stranger, who wes her faith
er, holding one happy hand upon his
arm, and Serle Varneck on the other
side beaming down on her, Sibyl Sc,
forth on this blessed walk! How
bright the stars shone in the pale even
ing sky! How gay looked the streets
still humming with full life as they
passed!
Il was so poor when the sun rose
this morning" murmured Sibyl, "and
now am so rich! How strange 1t all
seems!"
DIR. Cover smiled gravely.
NO" he corrected; "the riches, my
dear, you have left behind you. You
have now entered into your rightful in
heritance Of poverty. / am but a poor
country practitioner, who never was,
and never can be. rich"
"Oh, did you think I meant money!
cried Sibyl, very grand, and with a hurt
air. Not at all. Want Of that do not
in the least mind-that is, If Serle does
not"
Serle laughed.
In the common course Of things, l
haven't a reasonable chance, my darl-
ing, Of ever knowing that want" he
answered.
She looked rather disappointed than
otherwise.
WELL" she said, 1T is all like sto-
ry-a glad, happy story, whose end Is
bliss! 1 am Moppet, and not Sibyl Ar
nault"
81 think we may safely say it Isl"
smiled the doctor, though, at the same
time, looking at the tall, handsome girl,
as If he could hardly believe 1t himself.
AS they approached the end Of their
walk, all grew silent.
Il know what she Is like" whispered
Sibyl to her father; "she Is small and
fair, with yellow hair fiowing-I have
seen her a thousand times in my
dreams"
With due instructions, the doctor left
Varneck and Sibyl to follow more leis-
urely, and, Fastening forward to the
hotel, ascended to the room, where, an
hour or two before, he had left Dimple
for his quiet evening stroll.
He opened the door with a shaking
hand. She sat under a soft, shaded
light, in her deep mourning g-dress-his
fair, sorrowful Dimple. She was hold
ing on her open palm a little locket, In
which was set the face Of a child, and
a babyish ring Of hair.
Oh, mother-love! That time, nor
chance, nor height, nor depth, nor
things present nor past nor to come,
could ever change.
She started at the opening Of the
door, looked up, and saw her husband
standing, pale, and with a smile on his
lips.
You are late" she said, and shut
the locket, and was just returning It to
her bosom, when he caught her hand.
What a mere baby she was then, to
be sure!" he said, gazing at the picture
within. Can you fancy her grown to
womanhood, Dimple? Looking, as you
once said, not at all like you, but tall,
stately and handsome?"
Yes" she answered, signing; "often
shut my eyes and see her like that"
He moved uneasily round her chair.
His voice began to falter.
Something very strange has hap
pened to me tonight darling! Can you
bear, do you think, to hear great, great
news?"
She started up. Her breath grew
hurried and short.
Philip! What is it?"
He put his strong, tender hands on
her shoulders and looked down on her.
What if l should say that 1 have
found her-without search, without ef-
fort, as il she were given back to us
free gift from God-what If l should
say this to you. Dimple?"
A sharp, quick cry.
Philip! Philip"
His hands dropped away from her.
He heard without the door stir and
rustic, and standing erect, he turned
toward it, ana called once:
"Moppet!"
A sweep of drapery, dark, beautiful
apparition flying over the threshold to-
ward the fair little woman who had
been the angel of her childish dreams,
two voices blending in a cry. and Dim
pie and her long-lost Moppet were
folded in each others arms.
When the first wild rapture Of meet
ing was over they sat down soberly to-
gether, Serle Varneck with them. Each
had much to tell, and much to hear.
In the midst of their happiness rap
echoed on the door. DR.. Cover arose,
and opened 1t. In pranced handsome.
debonair figure. smiling, as no one in
the world could smile but Mr.. George
Trent.
"Ah, my telegram brought you,
see!" said he. Excellent! My dear
Mrs. Cover. l am charmed to see you,
and-bless my soul. who have we
here?"
Sibyl arose.
This" said Dimple, in glad, glad
voice, taking, with beamins eyes,
Sibyrs hand, "is our Moppet." And,
turning a little more sadly to Serle Var
neck. Here is the chosen husband, to
whom we have freely given her"
Utterly blank grew Mr.. Trcnts coun-
tenance. Dimple gave him her hand.
Il am glad you are here to rejoice
with us. You did not expect such news
as this? Pray, pray. tell us, first of all,
do you know anything Of Adah Ar
nault's child?"
Mr.. Trent's face betrayed lively
dismay. He exchanged good stare
with Varneck-he bowed to Varneck's
betrothed. who Immediately recogniz-
ed the man she had encountered in the
garden at Hammerton.
NO" he answered, fatty Il have
quite lost track of her.
Good heaven!" cried the doctor, an
grily: why did you not tell me at Bev-
erly that you knew the story?"