Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-01-19

DAY. j JAN.UA
till the thousand tempting shows; on every
hand attracted her attention from the novel
surroundings. r,
She paused to inspect a window full Of
paintings. O, those dear remembered home
scenes |! here they were, hardly the less
beautiful that acres were compressed with
in the bounds of a few feet, There was
a prairie-scene-the grand rolling fields
sloping away gently into oak-edged hollows;
then rising again, swelling gradually and
stretching off evenly to the horizon. Oh!
it seemed as If she must pluck the flowers
that tintedthem 80 redly. There was a
home too-a home almost like her own,
only the tall shade trees were wanting
And the binding tears would come as she
noted the children about the door, and the
old farmer standing, lord-like, surveying
the work Of his hands. '- - --'.-
When she came out of her dream, she
was conscious that the window was crowded
with men; and looking innocently up, she
could not but note that the object of their
admiring attention was not the picture, but
herself. Startled almost out Of her COM
posure, she turned hastily away and walked
frightened and indignant up the long street.
Now that her maidenly instincts were rude
ly called forth, she saw that she was an OBJ
ject of scrutiny; that on all sides men gazed
at her, some Of them respectfully, others in
coarse and unre6ned manner. The fine
color which sufused her cheeks, heighten-
ed her beauty, and she had not the tact
and address of the city habitues, thus she
moved along hardly self-possessed, yet los
ing not the peculiar dignity of her manner.
Followinga slight curve Of the street,
she walked hurriedly onward, wondering
at every step, why she did not see the vene-
rable church-edifce which she had deter
mined should bound her walk. No church,
however, appeared. The buildings grew
more elegant, the travellers more select in
their appearance, the streets widened, the
stores made a more brilliant show, and still
there was no sign of any church.. Stopping
irresolute, Stars cheek paled with the fear
that she had lost her way. If SO, how
should she regain it? Utterly ignorant OF
the names of streets, forgetting that even
of the poor little court where they lived,
what should she do? A man, dashing in
exterior, and who had crossed her path more
than once, seeing her stand irresolute. now
came up to her side. She felt iutuitively
that he had followed her, aud his bold,
bad glance, which he intended should be
respectful, filled her with horror.
Pardon me- he said, i fear you have
lost your way .... ..-...... -.... ..,s--.s.
She looked for moment In the de-
bauched face before her, and recoiled from
putting herself under the guidance Of such
man.
sCan 1 be of any service to you?' he ask
ed, still bending his repulsive black eye on
her beautiful face. ..
Suddenly she thought of a device any
thing was preferable to walking with him,
and she knew too little of the city to trust
to his guidance. O.
IF you could direct me, sir, to the house
of Mr.. Cogshell. I am stranger and have
lost my way
sMr. Cogshell,' the man smiled !; there
are good many Mr.. Cogshells in New
York. he replied. .
MY; uncle keeps large store on Broad
way, I think they call it, said Star, ready
to cry with vexation.
20! yes and his manner grew more res
pectful. Cogshell, of the firm Of Brady,
brothers. This is the street, Miss, and his
residence is on the opposite side, some ways
up. will conduct you there
Il thank you-I will find it myself said
Star, with spirit; and crossing Immediately
she soon came to the massive front of her
uncle's house. There her heart failed her
again. How could she but remember that
over those marble steps, her poor sick father
was hurried, leaning on her mother and
brother. She seemed to behold the ago
nised upturned eye, that appeared almost
to call down the curse of heaven on that
cruel family. She saw her mother weep
ing; her brothers pale face saw her father
fall back exhausted on the seat Of the hos
pital carriage, when the conviction came to
his soul that he had breathed heavens air
for the last time. O.! could she ask any
favor, however small, of the unkind people?
Her heart revolted from the thought, and
she stood irresolute; when, turning slightly,
she could see her prosecutor standing on
the corner of the street, watching her move
ments.
Il can but ask them to send servant
with me to show me the way she murmer-
ed, and rang the bell.
The porter appeared. he knew her in
stantly, and before she could frame her re-
quest, he said with naughty air, The
ladies' are all engaged, Miss; can't possibly
see anybody to-day, Miss
How fell this cruel stroke on her sensi-
i've heart. The blood rushed to her brain,
shen receeded, leaving her pale as marble,
and still the insolent porter stood holding
;he door, closing it slowly, slowly, and all
his in the face of the impertinent onlooker
across the way.
Just as she was turning to leave the ha-
,a -loo. O sopnd of voices was heard. the |