Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-11-25

UOQuceu nHftsel W tue 'UOSS CSTpeutCI VI tn'
village; he succeed in psrsuading him tha
he was a journsyman Of unusual talent.
He received several commissions durins
the Hrst fortnight of his experiment, but Of
the whole It was rather lucky that be wa
not compelled to subsist on the proceeds o
bis labors, otherwise he nigh have found i
difficult to pay his board-especially as he
com missioned me to send him some Ave dol
lars worth of cigars every week. ..,.
One day, after he had nearly exhausted
his patience, and had done no end Of plotting
and planning iu vain, the village carpenter
asked him to undertake the restoration of s
cornice on one of the oldest and most aristo
cratic houses in D. ..,..
Joe agreed, and in a short time was
mounted on q scafold almost on o level witt
the third story windows of the mansion o.
old Commodore Huntington, dexterously
making his measurements and plans for new
cornice. .- -.
1t was an easy task, for the work waseiab
crate and the weather warm. Two days clap
-sed, and Joe had only got ready to commence
putting up the brackets which sustained tht
heavy mouldings. Luueh-time came; aut
the amateur carpenter, getting 10 the shade
unpacked his little dinner pail, and began 6
repassat once simple and nourishing, when he
saw that the window nearest him was open
and that papers lying on an escrstorire in
side were disposed to blow away. -..' All.
Il know it's trespass, meditated he
'but it's for the proprietors good. I'll steE
into the room and save, perhaps some saiaa'
bic documents
- A little gymnastic exercise brought, bin
down from the sca8old, through the window.
and into very elegant chamber.
Hum said he, woman's ROOM 80
There were paintings, statues, ormolu Or
nameuts, and forty other luxurant uothings
such aswomau of'taste love to- gather around
them. A guitar reposed on the bed, with
some books in French and Latin. The couch
ITSELF bore the impress of form, as if the To-
telar deity Of the chamber had been lying
down, aud passing her time with music and
literature. There was aportfolio open upon
the table, with a pretty water.color sketch,
half finished a weiistocked library in the
corner bose evidence of the cultivated taste
ofthe occupant, and everything abost the
chamber, from the bed with its shower Of
snowy curtains falling from missiye gilt
ring, to the canary bird in the window, bes.
poke a refinement aud delicaey outhe apart.
meat, seldom found, except in young and
beautiful women, who aspire to have their
surroundings like themselves.
Something elegant about this said Joe,
gathering up the scattered papers, and pla'
cling them beneath apaper weight on the es'
critoire. Il must Investigate :this--here'H
an opening for splendid bit of romance
poor young carpenter and rich lovely young
woman, eh? Lord bless me, there has
been bushels of novels written on the same
plot .
After hurried examination of the room
he regained his scaffold, and consuming .bs
lunch, set once more about his iabors, q httlp
more hopeful than before. :. ,
Thus passed week. Joe got in a very
impudent habit of entering the chamber al
most daily, in hopes Of meeting the occupant
of so charming a temple. He became ia
miliar with all the books and music, whistled
the canary into a eonyulsion of song and
drove himself half crazy with the speculation
upon the fair unknown.
He had heard her sing very sweetly Of a
morning when. she opened the window, and
Just caught a glimpse of her form; but she,
seeing him, had withdrawn suddenly, and
he had not been able to discover whether
she was beautiful as rose or ugly as ca
mel. -
He had found half-fnaished sonnet on The
table, several long, fine, brown hairs, appar
emily plucked out in fit of distracted med
itation. 80. ...
Hehad found CATERS of delicate colors and
wonderful smallness-gloves Of correspond
ing delcacy-and tasteful and artistic dress
es and sacques.
What will you say, oh, my ter-of-fac'
and practicalreader, when tell you thatm.
friend Joe Conway fell in love with woman
he had not seen-one Of whom he knew mex
to nothiugf
Quite naturally the erection of the cornic'
progressed but slowly. The master-carper
ter wondered at it, but Joe assured him ever,
morning that it would only take a day o
two longer.
One fine afternoon, Joe found, lying Of
the escritoire, an essay on music, written il
the same beautiful hand which he had s.
often seen and admired on the margin o
books and the papers in the chamber
Grown impertiuent to an alarming degree
he laid down the saw which he had uncon
sciously brought with him and perused tn
essay carefully.
1t was we'll written aud powerful, but ther
was an error in the philosophy. 1t woul
be dull for r'me to explain here the mistak
which Joe saw at once-it is enough tina
the fair writer had confused the laws whic
govern melody and harmony, and Joe de
voutly wished an opportunity to point ou
the error to her who had made it,
He was just meditating an epistle to b
left with the essay, when the door opened
and his deesse inconnue entered