Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-01-12

and Star = iii SOChA sNs0S'
In spite of theeadiugs of his wife, the
old farmer left D house, determined to
take his little fay where they could buy
respect.
1t so happeneeat long alter ten on that
same night, Mari amllson was nassening
to the cars. VII he was overtaken by a
verv tipsv ipdiual who was trying his
best to support nselfagainst lamp post.
tWell.' saide latter, looking wofully
up. .I've been ind this particular lamp
most five timsayhow; and it don't seem
to get ont. off Couldn't you tell
me- he addefhis words running togeth-
or. bis voicsrowing thicker-scouldn't
YOU tell me ws Mr.. Cogshell lives? He's
merchant 3rge dry goods merchant
two hundredd suthin-I forgit which p
.O!yes, ! Cogshell lives where you
see the fourtss-light; you're right on the
street. saidIark, recognizing the farmer
with whom 1 Carlisle had bargained.--
You'll see plumber distinctly when you
get there
THANK --but don't hurry ways if,
you're scar You hold off as if, you's
| fraid of a d, honest, clever feller all the
way from 0rio. I'm Hiram Butts, far
mer, at yosarvice; got lost in this tar
nation greatly. Expect wife and Star
that's myp girl-are bout prepared to
put on inning by. this time. Now,
what'd betbest way o gettin' in there
hey? MEogshell's somethin' of fapar-
tioular msI guess, and his servants is all
fine as peSks and goes to bed early I ex-
pect. andbesn't like to be disturbed. -
Can't I a the cellar winder, don't you
spose-ker slyP.
%! . said Mark, laughing at the
idea, swpn't keep cellar windows open
| here, ash Go out west. You will have
to ring bell till somebody comes. .
sKinhste to- said the farmer, whose
tonguei every moment growing larger
sit's q Jation place anyhow, .and making
plunybrward, he succeeded in reaching
the ho, and Mark hurried on to his des.
tinatio p
FMeshile, Star and her mother sat dis.
consolst the window of their room. The
son another had long ago soughttheir bed
l-theeels rumbled fainter and more sell
dom pg the street-and that part of the
city wrapped in comparative silence. 1t
was Pretty chamber in which they were
ldomad, with white hangings and marble
man aud gas sGxtures. The farmers wife
sat low seat, looking down with strained
egels. Starlight moved to ss sse table.
Hses were red with weeping.
ere, mother, the clock is striking
ele; what shall we do /? ! must 60 after
mfher, they will murder him for his
my
lush, Star-do hush q! I'm enamost be-
simysef now. Don't make me long te
jp from the window for the sake of git
tout A momentary pause followed
the mother said impatiently, do ge
Il Fred-I wish we hadn't let him 60
II can't find my way anywhere about the
Ifse,' mother, replied the girl, throwing
curls from her temples and running bel
gers nervously through their tangles. d
ed it just now, and the first thing I heard
hen I touched the latch was an awfu,
ice, growing who's there?' and 'wha
Q you after?' %! it's dreadful to be il
!ch great, lonesome place, and father
,body knows where. I wish we were home
y cousins laugh at me, I know, ane
k such hstrange questions. Besides, I lool
queer with my plain: country clothes
ID, Oh lhark is that step?'
'Yes, Its coming up to the door. Oh
ish I d.red holler! There's the bell it.
Dur father, child, its your poor father, anc
mercyit is, if he's alive: Now, Ishoult
lst like to know what's kept him SO late !?
,e cried, her tone changing from extreme
nxiety to petulance. "A pretty time fol
,e father of a family. Go into your room
tar. some of them outlandish servants il
oming with him, perhaps. O! he'll be
,rry he's come! WELL she cried as he
ntered alone, 'why didn't you stay till to
borrow at this timer
Instead of Answering her, he sidled int
chair and winked ather in a ludicrous man
er, making, at the same time, some per
,ctlv incoherent and 'nsensible harangue.
INV goodness {! Hiran-old man-if you
int tipsyv cried the frmer's wife, in con
holding up bth hands.
All the answer she ,ould comprehend
as, 1very bes' good ole ader. No brandy,
-ue's live
For goodness, gracious ,ake ! let ne gel
ou off to bed. Cider! I CESS it was cider
Iere, hold up your foot ad let me take
our boot off. O! dear. hat we should
YER come to this! can't TART it /; hen
ave to sleep on the floor; heshant get on
hat nice white bed
whats the matter, mother ?'askedStar,
mildly looking out Of her little damier.
You 90 in and shet the door, was the
art reply. The poor woman coul,not bear
he thought that her child should nov the
opdition in which he aoas, and Sc began
gain tugging alone al the boot whih came
ff at last. I II
20! dear, merciful fatherp Tears! owed
reely down the sun-burnt cheeks s the
armer's wife. This wasa new, DIP, a
errible disgrace. In vaiu, she implorehim
D stand up, to let her help him. e sat
ullenly stupid, his eyes wandering sssi-
2 about, his tongue mutterIng thict,,n
Isual words.
Suddenly thought flashed acres te
L.