Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-12-06
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thankful in her soul to hear it, and
she said so, with clasped hands. She
prayed forgiveness the next moment
and was sorry. but the first was the
emotion of her heart.
What the half drunken woman
whom 1 told you of last night said to
me when 1 tried to see him and obtain
q weeks delay, and what L thougnt
was a mere excuse to avoid me, turns
out to have been quite true. He was
not only ill, but dying then"
..rro whom will our debt be trans
ferred?" xo .,o+ time
We shall be ready with the money,
and even though we were not II "oulu
he had fortune indeed to find SO HieT-
ciless a creditor in his successor we
NAV sleep tonight with light hearts,
Caroline!" thar
hearts were lighter. The chlloren . ?
faces. hushed and clustered rounu "
hear what they so little undersloou,
were brighter, and it was happier
house for this mans death! Inc oniy
emotion that the ghost coulu siioT "
him, caused by the event. was oiie u
pleasure. sass con-
rected with a DEATH" said Scrooge'
"or that dark chamber, spirit, wnlch
We left lust now will be forever pres
ent to me-. .rh
The ghost conducted him through
several streets familiar to his feet, anu u
as they went along Scrooge iookeu
hero and there to find himSel1, pu'
nowhere was he to be seen. They en-
tered moor Bob Cratchit's house, the
dwelling he had visited before: anu
found the mother and the chlldreh
seated round the fre. ,,.,,o
Ouiet-very quiet. The NOISY hltie
Cratchits were as still as STATUES III
one corner and sat LOOKING up d' NJ
Ter who had a book before him. Inc
mother and her daughters were en-
gagged in sewing. But surely they were
very quiet; o,us ond set him
i'm the midst of them.
Where had Scrooge heard those
words? He had not dreamed them.
The boy must have read them out s'
he and the spirit crossed the thresn-
old. Why did he not go on!
The mother laid her work upon tne
table and put her hand up to her race.
.The color hurts my eyes, SHE
said. ,, r,r,,
They're better now AGAIN. saiu
Cratchits wife. 1T makes them weak
by candlelight, and l woulon shVm
weak ewes to your father when ne
comes home for the Worlu' II inu'' ="
near his time oa
"Past it, rather" Peter answered.
shutting up his book. But thlnk
he's walked a little slower than ne e,
used these few last evenings, mother:
They were very quiet again. Al
last she said, in a steady, cheerlui
voice that faltered only once:
II have known him walk with
have known him walk with Tiny Inn
upon his shoulder very fast indeed:
And so have l." cried Peter OF
ten!" o.,ar
And so have T." exclaimed another
So had all. . ;,
che resumed, intent upon her work,
"and his father loved him so that II
was no trouble-no trouble. And there
is your father at the door.
She hurried out to meet him, anu
little Bob in his comforter-he nau
need of it, poor fellow-came IN. his
tea was ready for him on the hob, and
thev all tried who should help him 10
II most. Then the two young Cratchlts
got upon his knees and laid eacn
child a little cheek against his race
as If thev said: Don't mind 1t, fath-
er, Don't be grieved!' -, .
Bob was very cheerful win tneni
and spoke pleasantly TO all the laHiily'
He looked at their work upon the Ia.
BILE and praised the industry ana sPeeu @
Of Mrs. Cratchit and the girls. They
would be done long before Sunday, ne
said. ..on
Robert?" said his wife. %,
.Yes. nv dear" returned Bob. !
wish YOU could have gone. 1t woulo
have done you good to see how green
a place it is. But you'll see 1t o1ten,
7 nromised him that l would walk
there on Sunday. My little, little
child" cried Bob. My little child!
He broke down all at once. he
could not help it. If he could nave
helped it he and his child would nave
been farther apart perhaps than they
were.
He left the room and went upstairs
into the room above, which was lsnt-
ed cheerfully and hung with Christ-
mas. There was chair set close per
side the child, and there were signs OF
some one having been there lately.
Poor Bob sat down in it, and when ne
had thought a little and composed
himself he kissed the little face. he
was reconciled to what had happened
and went down again quite happy.
Mrs. Cratchit kissed him, ms
daughters kissed him. the two young
Cratchits kissed him. and Peter him.
self shook hands. Spirit Of Tiny Tim,
thy childish essence was from COO.
"Specter." said Scrooge, something
informs me that our parting moment
is at hand. l know it, but know
not how. Tell me what man that
was whom we saw lying dead?"
The Ghost of Christmas Yet TO
Come conveyed him as before, though
at different time. he thought. In
deed. there seemed no order in these
latter visions save they We're in the
future. into the resorts of business
men, showed him not himself.
Indeed, the spirit did not stay for
ANYTHING, but went straight on, as to
the end lust now desired, until be-
sought by ScroOge to tarry for mo-
ment.
"This court" said ScroOge, through
which we hurry now is where my
place of occupation is and has been
for a length of time. l see the house.
Let me behold what l shall be In
days to come
The spirit stopped. the mana was
pointed elsewhere.
The house is yonder," Scrooge eX.
claimed. why do you point away
The inexorable finger underwent no
change.
Scrooge hastened to the window of
his office and looked in. 1t was an Of
flee still. but not his. The furniture
was not the same, and the figure in
the chair was not himself. The phan-
iom pointed az before.
He joined it once and again and,
wondering why and whittier he had
gone. accompanied it until they reach
ed an iron gate. He paused to look
round before entering.
4 churchyard. Here, then, the
wretched man whose name he had
now to learn lay underneath the
ground. 1t was worthy place.
walled in by houses, overrun by grass
and weeds. the growth of vegetation
death. not life. choked up with too
much burying. fat with repleted ap-
petite-a worthy place.
The spirit stood among the graves
and pointed down to one. He advanced
toward ii trembling. The phantom
was exactly as it had been, but he
dreaded that he saw new meaning in
its solemn shape.
lro IN