Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-10-04
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BLUE EYES BEHIND A VEIL.

BLUE EYES BEHIND A VEIL.
Mr.. Edge was late at breakfast-that was
not al unusual occurrence-and he was 6
little disposed to be cross-which was like
wise nothing new-so he retired behlnc
his newspaper and devoured his egg anc
toast without vouchsa6ng any reply save
u%nsocial monosyllables to the gentle remarks
Of the fresh,lookiDg little lady opposite, tt
wit: Mrs. Edge. But she was gathering
together her forces for the grand final on
slaught, and when at length Mr.. Edge
had got down to the last paragraph and laic
aside the reading sheet, it came.
Dear, didn't you say you were going tt
leave me a hundred dollars for my furs to
dayT
what furs? p (Rather shortly it was spo
ken.)
Those new sables, dear my old affairs
are getting shockingly shabby, and l reall!
think
oh, pshaw! what's the use of being 81
extravagant? 1 haven't any money jus
now to lay out in useless follies. The ole
furs are good enough for a sensible woman
to wear
Mrs. Edge-good, meek little soul thai
she wes-relapsed into obedient silence
she only sigheda soft, inward sigh and
presently began on a new track.
Henry, will you 60 with me to aunt's
tonight?
Cant you 60 alone?
sAlone! How would it look? Mrs.
Edges temper-for she had one, though
it didn't very often parade itself-was fair
ly aroused. sYouare so neglectful of those
little attentions you used to pay me-you
never walk with me, nor pick up my banker
chief, nor notice my dress, as you once did.
well, a fellow can't be forever waiting
upon the women, can he,' growled Mr.. E.
You could be polite enough to Miss
Walters last night, when you never thought
to ask me if I wanted anything, though you
knew perfectly we'll that I had a headache.
1 don't believe you care so much for me as
you used to-!
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pretty,
with tears in her blue eyes and a culver on
the round, rosy lips.
'Pshawv said the husband, peevishly.-
sNow don't be silly, Maria!
sAnd in the stage, yesterday, you never
asked me if I was warm enough, or put
my shawl round, while Mr.. Brown, was so
afectionate tc his wife! 1t was notifying
enough, iudee4!
Il didn't know women were such fools,
said Mr.. Edge %sternly, as he drew on his
overcoat to escape the tempest which he
saw rapidly impending. 'Am I the sort of
q man to make a ninuy of myself, doing the
polite to any female creature? Did you
ever know me to be conscious whether a
woman had a shawl on or a swallow.taile
coat?'
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind a
pocket handkerchief, and Henry, the savage,
banged the door loud enough to give Betty
In the kitchen a nervous start.
Raining again! l do believe we are
going to have a second edition of the Del
uge,' said Mr.. Edge to himself that even
ing as he ensconced his six feet of iniquity
in the, southwest corner of a car at the city
hall. Go ahead, conductor, can't you p
What are you waiting for? Don't you see
we're full, and its dark already"
In one minute, SIR said the conductor,
as he helped a little woman with a basket
on board. Now, sir, move up a bit if you
please
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable,
didn't want to move up, but the light of the
lamp just lighted, falling full on the pearly
forehead and shining golden hair of the
new conner, he altered his mind and did
move up.
What lovely eyes, quoth he mentally, a;
he bestowed a single acknowledging smile,
Real violet blue! the very color | ad'
,mire most. Bless me . what business has az
old married mar like me thinking about
eyes? What would Maria say, that jealous
little mink? There, she's drawn a con.
founded veil over her face, aud the light is
as dim as a tallow dip! But those were
pretty eyes"
The fair possessor of the blue eyes shiv.
cred slightly and drew her mantilla closer
around her shoulders.
care you cold, Miss? Pray honor me
by wearing my shawl. I don't need it all,
myself
She did not refuse-she murmured some
faint apology for troubling him, but it was
not a refusal.
No trouble-not a bit" said he with
alacrity, arranging it on the taper shout
der; and then, as the young lady handed
her fare to the conductor, he said to him.
self, what a slender, lovely little hand!-
If there's anything I admire in a woman
it's a pretty hand! Wonder what kind O
a mouth she's got? 1t must be delightful
lift corresponds with her hair and eyes
Plague take that veil
But plague whoever that mystical pow
ersmay be, did not take possession of thu
provoking veil, so Mr.. Edges curiosity abou.
the mouth of the blue-eyed damsel remain
ed ungratifed.
Have you room enough, Miss? | fea,
you are crowded. Pray sit a little closer t.
me-
Thank you, SIR was the soft reply
coming from behind the veil, as Mr.. Edg'
rapturously thought, like an angel from tn
gloom Of dark cloud Aud his hear