Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-06-18

perfectly transparent.
Though she really loved her aunt, the old
lady's semiannual visits were perfect torture
to her, while they gave her husband extreme
pleasure, for he not only really liked Mrs.
Twitter, but she would laugh heartily at all
his witticisms, and make them even more
excruciating to Dorcas by her replies, into
which she always contrived to introduce
some circumstance before unknown to Mr..
Pendarvis, which would give sharper point
to the shafts continually aimed at her.
"Mrs. Twitter," said he, one day when
several of their most fashionable neighbors
were present, "did you ever know of our
having a christening in our house ?"
"No, nor didn't expect to, as you've got
no children"
"Well, we must have had one, for your
niece calls herself sDorcasina' now, and I
know that she was only plain 'Dorcas' when
We were married, so she must have been
christened some time when I was not at
home"
ri don't know what she ID want to do that
for, when she's been christened once already.
I had it done myself, for I'm the only moth
er she ever knowed, her own died when she
warn't an hour old, and as I had everything
else to do for her, and she was mighty
troublesome baby, (here the old lady digres
sed into history of Dorcass infancy, inclu-
ding the rise, progress, and discovery of her
first tooth, with full, true, and particular
account of the way she got through the hoop
ing cough, and measles, and so consumed a
half an hour, before she got back to the
christening.) Ofcourse I saw her christen-
ing myself, and a great deal Of trouble itgave
me, before I could pitch on name to suit
me. Her mothers name was "Judy," and
I wanted to give her that, but they say it's
bad luck to name child after dead people.
I thought of giving her my name "Polly
Ann" for people always seemed to admire
that; but Mr.. Twitter said, "no," that he
thought one Polly Ann was enough for any
one family to bear with So sot to studying
again, and all at once remembered that my
poor, old, dead, and gone grandmother was
named Dorcas, and so l give the child that
for a first name, and for middle one, I give
her Patience, after dear old pious friend
Of mine that I sot much store by. But Mr..
Twitter said they didn't gingle we'll together,
so we never used both the names. And now,
Dorcas, give me that basket you pushed un-
der the sophy when these ladies came in,
and I'll finish darning them old socks you
was upon"
"Oh, never mind aunt" said Mrs. Pen
darvis, who was deeply mortified, for she
saw the ill-repressed merriment of her visit
ors, and Mr.. Pendarvis saw it too and put
himself to extraordinary pains to proiong
the conversation, and draw out more remin-
iscenceS of other days; some of which re-
mained standing jokes in the neighberhood
long afterwards. And not content with that,
in spite of the frowns, and supplicating ges-
lures of his wife, he drew out the basket,
and handed it to Mrs. Twitter, who not
caring for the presence of company, plunged
at once into its miscellaneous contents, draw
ing forth dilapidated shirts, footless stockings,
toeless socks, and a variety of even more un.
genteel accumulations, commenting on each,
until the visitors in compassion for Mrs.
Pendaryis, or 10 give vent to their amuse.
ment, withdrew.
This was Mrs. Twitter's last visit to her
niece, and if she had known that it was to
be so, she could not have done more to make
it memorable; and from the impressive man
ner in which she took leave of Mrs. Pendar-
Wis, it might almost be supposed that she did
have presentiment, or rather to use her own
language, that "she knowed it."
"Dorcas," said she, "Im going to leave
you, and the Lord knows if I'll be spared
ever to come again. I'm the only mother
you ever knowed, for your own died when
you warn't an hour old, and I took you and
done good part by you; (here she gave par
ticulars) and you was worrisome child, and
worrisome gall, and it seems to me you're
worrisome woman; (here Mr.. P, gave a
grunt, and an asserting nod) and it all rises
from one thing; that hontng ofyour'ne after
genti!ity. Now do let me beg of you to quit
it; be satisfied with what you've got, and
quit reaching up after what you can't get /;
take to the kind of people you was raised
among, and quit trying to squeeze yourself
into company you amt fit for. Dorcas, you
can't look genteel--you're too stout, and you
can't be genteel, for you don't know how; so
just take my advice, and let gentility alone,
from this time out"
$50 say IP' emphatically exclaimed Mr..
Pendarvis, "and if she takes your advice
Mrs. Twitter, I'll remember you with graft
tude as long as I live"
"And so he did, whether his wife took
her advice or not, for the old lady departed
this life shortly after her return to her own
home, and Mr. Twitter having long been
dead, she left all her property to Dorcas,
who on the strength oft, persuaded her hus-
band to move away wishing; We presume,
to begin new career in new place, where
she will probably, now that she has money,
succeed in obtaining the object of her life
long ambition-aENTILITY
COLUMBIA, June lst, 1857.
A REMARKABLE Cow.-We are inform
ed that cow, belonging to Mr.. Lewis Camp
bell, of Amherst County, died few days