Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-02-16
round the two girls, surveying them with
tie fashionably critical eye of thorough

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like sweet flower. Hark there is car
rage and turning, she gave directions to
her neat dressing maid, who with the man.
servant in charge Of the door, stood ready
to usher in the guests.
Rapidly they came gay maidens and
scarcely less gay matrons, attired as if for
a state ball-silks, satins, musllus, and that
etherially fine cause that makes pretty
woman seem Ike an angel in cloud of
mist. How they auttered up and down
stairs, crowded round the mirrors, tripped
and hummed, and gave little peals Of soft,
musical laughter; then hearing the band,
off they would fly to the windows, and bal
comics, listen laugh and hum again ad-
mire each other aloud and hate each other
(some of them) internally.
Mark Hamilton was in his glory. He
loved glitter and show-at least he was
learning to love it. His constant associa-
ton with Mr.. Carlisle tended to develope
tastes of which he had before been ignor-
ant. He was less ready DOW to listen to the
importunate cry of the poor creditor. Once
he would have scorned himself for taking
advantage of a mans necessities; now, he
thought some of his business arrangements,
fine hits of financial diplomacy. Every
month, especially as there was great de-
preston in the money-market, he was ad-
ding to his wealth. Some shares in stocks
had taken sudden rise in the market, and
brought him small fortune. He could
afford to give splendid tete.
Some one knocked at his dressing-room
1t was Mr.. Carlisle, who stalked in-green
and gold from head to foot.
'Upon my word = exclaimed Mark, quite
taken by surprise, you look magnificent
You will wear hearts to night as well as
diamonds
i am only ambitious of wearing one,
said Mr.. Carlisle, moving slowly to and fro
before the mirror
'And of course you are sure of it., said
Mark, as he tied his cravat-swho would
refuse you p
Il don't know, don't know returned
the other hastily, Il am by no means quite
at ease. The fact is, fer the first time in
my life. I have been a fool-a desperate
fool. love this girl who might choose
among the proudest danes of the city
love this humble girl, and-ro, am by no
means sure of her-hang it!'
you should remember my friend said
Mark,
'Madcns in modesty soy No, to that
Which they would have the profferers con-
strue aye
The more backward she is, the better she
likes you, depend upon it. Dora brings no
i'll news
'Confound that nephew of yours; he is
always hanging round her. said Mr.. Car
Isle, testify.
who, Marshall? Well, he's a very
clever fellow to be sure, but pop-gun to
Mr.. Carlisle. Just let him know where
you stand, and he won't fire for fear of
broadside from you. The fact is, the ten
der passion is apt to make men fearful and
suspicious; that's all I've got against it,
Il only wish the coast had been clear
for month longer, muttered Carlisle, to.
king another look at the mirror. In sport,
I shall be Duke to night I wish I might
be one in earnest; I'd put a corouet on her
fair head. What beautiful creature she
is; and so pure, so Innocent! IT'S refresh
ing, just to look in her face, after having
travelled Broadway. But I must hurry;
Of course you'll all be ready at eight; quar-
ter past the curtain goes up, and I hatter
myself we'll make good thing of it,
Bogus and Marshall came in to finish up
their toilets, flushed and heated They had
been hard at work for hours, overseeing the
disposition Of benches and setteees, borrow
ed from the neighboring school-house
what did you think Of his reserving
that particular seat for your sister?' asked
Marshall, using the hair-brush furiously.
who, Mr.. Carlisle? Why, l thought he
took rather too much upon himself, anyway.
I longed to tell him, when he spoke to you
as he did, about the fddling yesterday, as
if it was low, common place accomplish
ment, that you were the author of the
book he admired so much at the table. o!
'twould have done me goodD
He takes on airs said Marshall, with
some heat, 'and if I were you, I shouldn't
quite like the way in which he patronizes
your sister,
who, Star? exclaimed Bogus, in amaze.
i didn't know he patronized her-what do
you mean?'
why, you surely can't help but see that
he pays her great attention, said Marshall,
with more heat. Il don't know whether she
likes it or not-he's very handsome, very
rich; but he's scoundrel for all that. 1t
would make my blood boil to see him take
nsy sisters hand
1'm sure, | never noticed that he paid
Star more than ordinary attention. reiter-
ated Bogus, throwing his fine curly hair
from broad brow with one stroke of the
comb. 'Star is pretty, you know, and Of
course any gentleman would be civil to her,
if only on that account
Star, is beautiful beautiful ? repeated
Marshall, in low murmurous voice; Il
never saw any one half so beautiful. Her
face makes me think of heaven, of angels,
of everything bright and pure He looked
up quickly and blushed
you poets can say such fine things a.
bout women, said Bogus, pretending not to
l.