Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-02-17

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more than ordinary power: sHer modesty
threw soft light upon eroharms of person
and mind, and rendered heralnost irresisti-
bly, lovely to my eyes. 'Most of her time
was spent in my society, and you can>>very
readily imagine the consequeucesto MY heart
Il Rad no realizing consciousness of my
love for Ida until saw her depart, and felt
assured that I should nee her DO MORE
Then, indeed, did feel how entirely depen-
dent was upon her for my happiness in
this life
You don't mean to say that you are. in
love with her said Marion, somewhat sur
prised. .,.. *
That is precisely the case, Marltou,' ~said
Evinston.
sWell!-how strange! Pray proceed;
i no sooner found myself in love with
Ida, than I determined to reason myself out
of it. You know, Marlton, how 1 detest all
that stuff and nonsense, called romance, af-
6uity of souls, cupid love, cougeniality of
sentiment, and such like
:You only think so, said Marlton smiling.
Il knop so-but let me continue what /
was saying. -
Il packed my trunk, the day after Ida re-
turned TO Charleston, and made tracks for
Union, where re--.' : .-.'r
| RAILROAD tracks, I hope for we want
| them bad enough said Marltcn. =
sMaElton," said Evinston, Il insist upon
your remaining quiet for few moments, or,
like your railroad, I will be obliged to go
toYer the whole track before I can come to
the end
well, go on said Marlton, smiling. Il
only hope, that you may get over your love
affair, as well as we are getting over our
| road
tAs I was saying continued EVinston,
i went to Union and the very first thing [
did there, was to call upon friend Of mine,
who had been married about four years.
| Having remained with him about month,
I succeeded in my efforts to discover. the
folly of married life, after which I went to
Greenville'
What do you mean by the follies of mar
ried life p asked Marlton.
why, my friend asked his wife for q lit
tie more sugar in his tea, when to his dis
comfort and my astonishment, the beloved
of his bosom actually threw the sugar dish
| at his head
'Evinston you are hard case, said Aarl-
ton, laughing. --~-~, .--.
The very same day. said Evinston, 'my
friend insisted upon my taking his little two
year old upon my knee. The little drivel-
Ter experimental upon the practicability Of
sticking his fingers in my eyes, pulling my
nose, and extracting sundry hairs from my
much priced moustache. Not satisfied with
this; siamma's eetle darling, sugar-plum-
boy actually wiped his fingers upon my
shirt-bosom, and jumped into my best bea-
yer hat-Knox's best!'
What scene for painter you must have
been = said Marlton, much amused. 'Why,
my dear fellow, you do not seem to be fond
of babies
Fond of babies take a good look at
me, and then tell me as an honest man if L
look like nurse p
4 hardly think, that you could obtain a
situation in that very interesting capacity,
said Marlten, smiling.
Il despise hate -
Stop, EvinSton,' said Marlton, and con-
slider the meaning of those harsh words, and
then.think, how foolish it is to apply them
to an innocent babe. If you are fond of
flowers, do not endeavor to discourage that
fondness because there are thorns among the
the roses A skillful hand can gather these
without scratch
| Il suppose, then, that my friends infant
lis rosebud; and certainly must have been
unskillful 10 his management; for my hands
are literally torn with a rascally pi-thorn,
said Evinston.
well, we are not talking about babies
now, but Ida Walter said Marlton.
| WELL said Evinston, Il remained some
time in Greenville and among the neighbor-
ing mountains, endeavoring to drive all
thoughts of Ida from my mind. I after
wards returned to Spartanburg, where ju-
dicious friend loaned me copy of Ovid's
Remedy of Love- but, as that poet very
truly observes,
Cures have their times: the best that can be tried
Enfams the wound, unseasonably applied
I sOvid did me no good, 50 I just settled
down into kind of masterly inactivity, but
found my love for Ida rather on the increase
than otherwise.
Il finally made up my mind that Ovid
was wrong, and that the best remedy for love,
was to write to the object beloved, and re,
ceive firm refusal mingled with sprink'
lings of ridicule and sarcasm
"a most decided remedy" said Marlton,
laughing.
sWell,' continued Evinston, Il did write
to her, and instead of receiving reply, she
merely returned my letter, and Underdonk
wrote few words on the margin
What were those wordsi' asked Marlton.
'Here they are,' said Evinston, taking the
letter from the table. i will read them to
you:
sMr. Charles Evinston is very politely requested
to make this letter his last, as circumstances rem
der it highly injudicious for Miss Walter to en-
courage written correspondence with any gentle
man.