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

mongst it, and sometimes they'd come down
on the steps, and she knew one must have
got into our room in the day, "and that's
him." said she, ga kicking in that water
pitcher of our'n, and I'm glad of it, the mas
ty thing. But i wasn't, for I'd heard some
body say,
"The Door beetle that we tread upon
In corporal suffering, feels pang as great
As when giant dies"
and for fear it might be so, I never could
bear to see anything tormeuted. So I kept
begging her to get sp and put the poor thing
out of its misery, tsat she wouldn't, and I
couldn much blame her, for I wouldn't have
got up in the dark myself for all the money
in the bank. Well, you know that children
can't keep awake long atthat time of night,
no matter what trouble thereis, (what pity
grown people can't be so) SO we fell asleep,
and left the thing kicking; and what do you
suppose was the first sight that met my eyes
when I got out of bed in the morning? Why
my poor, dear little kittens tail sticking
out of the long necked water pitcher, as stiff
as poker; there she was dead, and froze
up so tight that it took me an hour to thaw
her out When my cousin saw it, she laugh
ed fit to kill herself, and I was very angry
with her for showing so little feeling, but
since then I've found out that its no uncom-
mon thing for one person to cry about what
another only laughs at. I suppose the poor
little thing wanted water, and in trying to
get it, fell head foremost in I never had
anything to out do me SC, and from that time
to this, I've always had. feeling for dumb
brutes-at distance" she added
"And talking about old times puts me in
mind, Dorcas, of some thoughts I've often
had when I have heard you going on about
gentility. Fnever used to hear it talked
about in them days, and yet people were
happier then than they seem to be now they
were kinder too-more willing to ableege
each other, and when they said anything,
you might know they meant it, and girls got
married then without "gentility," plaguy
sight sooner than they do now with it; and 1
really believe if you'd lay aside them airs,
and some of-them stiff skirts, and quit strain
ing after what you call "gentility," you'd be
married directly--you'd 60 off like hot
cake"
"But aunt, I don't want to be married, [
don't want to go off like hot cake"
"Oh, I'm as certain of that as you arr" )"
replied the old lady, L"but I thought I'd tell
you SO you'd know, for you amt as young as
I was when I married, and there's that Mr..
Pendarvis that's took to coming here so
much lately, your uncle thinks the world
of him."
"But aunt, he's so awkward, and ungen-
| teel."
"There it is again, I knowed it; but I'll
tell you what it is, Dorcas Dobbs, that same
gentility is going to be the ruin of you, for
it's made you impudent, and ungrnteful to
the only mother you've ever knowed-for
your own died when you wasn't an hour old,
and I've had you ever since, and done a
good part by you," (and here the old lady
went into particular J after which, she con,
tinued, ''and geutiity made you pretty nenr
a fool, for when you 60 in the street you cut
so many ourly.macues, and twist, and wig
gle, and shake your founces at such rate,
that you're perfect laughing stock, and at
last, "gentility," is going to make you an old
maid. for you amt no chicken now Doreas !;
and if Mr.. Pendarvis makes you an offer, as
I reckon he msans to do, from hint he give
your unole, you'll refuse him for gentihy's
sake too, I suppose"
"No aunt, you may make yourself easy !;
I'll marry him if he asks me, if only to rid
you of the incumbrance that YOU find so dia-
tressing."
And Miss porcas spoke in such tone of
wounded feeling, that Mrs. Twitter was SUBJ
dued at once, for she had not quite got out
of the melting mood in which the cat re-
miniscence had left her.
"Now Dorcas," she said, half crying,
"who called you an incumbrance? Who
wants to get rid of you? HaVn't I been o
mother to you ever since your own died, and
amt still willing to be so? Don't l give
you everything you want, and amt going
to buy you new pair of gaiter boots this
very week; and don't want you to marry
Mr.. Pendarvis, for he IS rough, clumsy,
ugly looking, old thing"
"Well," suddenly exclaimed Miss Dorcas,
81 don't see that Mr.. Pendarvis is so much
worse looking than other people, and as to
his being old, 1 think he's just in the prime
of life, myself and as he don't calculate to
be dancing master, I suppose his being
clumsy, don't make much odds, but of course
he's going to be run down everything I
like is sure to be"
This very sudden change in her niece's
tone, took Mrs. Twitter SO completely by sur
prise, that for once in her life she was speech
less for some minutes, which Miss Dorcas
took advantage of to retire, for she wished
to be alone to think over the new idea presen-
ted to her, and she thought over it to some
purpose, for before the week was out, she was
the betrothed Of Mr.. Pendarvis, and before
the end of the month, his bride. Her hus-
bands home was In another part Of the State,
where she not unwillingly accompanied him.
When introduced to the reader, she had
been several years married, and "a change
Cor rather many changes) had came Ger the
spirit of her dream," but she still cherished
her early passion for geutility, and under