The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-08-10

secret was secret still. Little Teddy, his
landlords boy, came the nearest to the dis.
covery, but he lost him at last somewhere I'M
IN the New Road near Regents Park, though
that was good measure to have taken, too.
Moreover, he saw that Joe was decidedly
dressed beneath his shady old c,oak-a
thing no one else had known: and from
that time report got about that it was love
affair with some mysterious celebrity. and
that Joe was buying a wife with the GOLD !.
for he had Californy-worth.' said his land,
lords little boy, Teddy.
one evening Joe set out, Nas usual, with
his shabby old cloak and battered old hat
but well dressed enough beneath, He walk,
cd cautiously at first-hobbling, "a was NAT.
ural to him now, with his rheumatics SO bad.
but after he had passed through his particu
lar quarter, turning round constantly as If To
cough, but in reality to see if any one Was
following him, he walked briskly on
cutting through all sorts of queer alleys and
bye-p!aces, winding and doubling like a fox.
The best topographerin London could not
have followed him. At last he came TO a
very pretty house. in the Regents Park-a
house which was evidently inhabited by n
gentleman Of fortune, as we'll rs of taste for
all the appointments were in such perfect
keeping, and there was sucha wealth Of
costly simplicity about it, as cd Md only be.
long to both these conditions The broker
looked up at the window as % came be-
meath it, and little girl Of aSut fourteen
or fifteen-but young and and light for her
age-leaning out from among dthe gerani
ums, cried, as answer to his ldk, fWhy.
Joe, how late you are tonight
That sweet vocice! the old mn used to.
say, himself that he would not fchange its
joe for good fippun, note. he nodded
to her affsctionately, and, carefuk scraping
his shoes, opened the door and wnt in, with
the air of man who knows tha,he will be
welcome. He took of his.hat AM CLOAK, and
put them away into dark cder; and
then, clean and respectable liking he
went up stairs to the drawing rob.
yodhh, a ladE TX fI saIlb1 bfSp6fs i8q t6s Of
fifteen-was sitting there embrN Nering Il
Surrounded with every luxury I'd every
beauty-nested in that lonely hob like
bird in golden cage-how sthge the
chance which had thrown togetheihything
so graceful as that lady and thatld Jew
broker. Yet they were well acquitted
they were even friends for she rd when
he entered, and advanced toward hi kind
| ", and shook hands with him, and dreNrw
the best easy chair him, and petted him,
as women only can pet, without anyfsible
overt act. But ali that Joe seemed twish
for was to sit little, and watch herl she
bent over her embroidery, and to h4 her
say again and again that she was com ted
and happy.
And are you certain sure you wantor
!. nothing ! inquired Joe: nor Miss MaAr-
/ ct, neither =
Il Nothing, Joe, nothing and the SIT
lady looked up affectionately, asi if she /
! spoken to father. N
} THAT is enough--that is all want mn
. tered Joe; and then he went back into u
depths of his quiet meditation, watchir
, the lady's face, and every now and thu
glancing round the room, as if to see th
{ all was right, and to find out where he cou
alter and improve.
!, After this had gone on for short tim
n Joe Mappin asked for Margaret, in an u
0 couth way, strangely softened, like mast
partly mesmerized. The lady rang the D
a and Margaret came. 1t seemed to be I
@ usual wayin which she was summoned VIII
o the broker was there, for she came at onc
a without giving the servant time to call III
g She also showed the most unaffected gra
Il tude and love COR the old man, running
5. to him and taking his hand, calling h
l. Dear Joe,' as if she meant it.
di And is there nothing that the little d
d wants 7 said Joe, patting her head a
.r smoothing down her curls. Has she gov
& and bonnets enough, lady for you KIN
le she has but to ask and have
ID why, Joe, l don't wear such a frock
as weekp said Margret, laughing; and
n was only last Tuesday that you gave
that beauty, though hadn't yet half W
It. my blue silk
RS Joe Mappin drew her between his knt
nj and held her face in his hands. Sill
RS, and gold isn't good enough for you bot
lie he said, witlDalmost q passion OF fervor
ne his voice so never stint yourself for
ng of me-
le- But they both said again that they had
a they could require, even ifthey wereprince,
mt in a fairy tower, Margaret added and W
% this assurance had been repeated to ain
a wearjsome number Of times, Joe Map
Sc was oustent, and 90 relapsed into sile