Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-01-17
I'M AN oMNIRUS..A SKETCH.

an 0lQ gentleman Win Ilulupet, peaninS youhe
lady with expansive crinoline, and the usual com
plement Of nothing particular people, including my
self, John Hayes, gentleman at large, would not
have been inside if I could have helped it and
Judging from the surrounding faces, we were all hot
and hated one another. When fellow creature is
visibly radiating the calorc one has already in ex
cess hatred for him, or even her, follows in logica
sequence, and we were waiting for more passengers
s'Please help me in, I'm blindp' twas the
tnest, sweetest voice; we all turned to see little
girl lay her hand conGdingy on the conductor
arm I took her from him as carefully as if she
had been in truth what she looked ike-my Pariar
Clytie the same pure, sweet face, with the deli
cate features and dropping white eyelids; but the
sadness of her palor was relieved by the vivid dark
gold of her hair which fell in soft, thick rolls upon
her neck.
'Isn't there dog here ?" said she, presently:
eyes, darling said the dog Is owner, as she
handed it to the child, looking uncomfortable, nc
longer the blind face turned to hers seemed to
charm away its nervousness.
"What dear little fellow" said Clytie, and the
rough terrier grew popular.
'Do they let you go far, aloneY' said the cross
woman.
"Oh, yes" The little creature gave low, glad
laugh Of triumph, "I've been to the blind school
can do everything for myself now.
'Would you mind saying that again, my dear
I'm very deaf" said the old gentleman. She re-
peated her sentence, adding with an odd womany
pity, "It must be sad to be deaf"
1 said, involuntarly, "You don't look as though
you were ever sad.
'Oh, no, never am, now that Envy is vel"
"Who is Emy?"
"Oh, my little sister; oh, such little darling
but she was i'll for long time so long? -.
Clytie's voice fatered, as though she were living
over again great sorrow.
But she is well now" said.
"Oh, yes, quite strong; and it's SO nice"
'Have you many sisters and brothersF' asked
the young lady.
''No, only Envy and one brother, baby Tom he
such great, fat fellow, and he laughs you can't
think how he does laugh"
Ifit was anything like the musical thrill his SIS
ter sent ripping throug the air l should like to
have heard the baby.
'What does he laugh at?" said the cross woman.
"Oh, everything; at Envy and me, when we play
Punch and Judy and at dinner, when. there
dumplings and sometimes he lies on the floor,
and laughs at himself; and we laugh, too it's so
funny"
The little ones mirth was so infectious, we all
Joined in with various modulations OF the roar OF
the deaf old gentleman, who could not stop himself,
and setting off again. little Ctie clapping her soft
gloved hands till she made the dog bark, and the
conductor looked in to say:
"Wel, if ever saw such row. "
'Euston road, please" said Clytie, turning into
business woman all at once.
The unwelcome place seemed to come directly;
as turned from helping the child out, [ saw the
cross woman's face breaking up int tears.
cts queer" she said, 'but feel like to cry to
see her so merry"
was unpleasantly conscious of what my dear
mother used to call the apple in my throat so was
grateful to the deaf gentleman for saying "Eh u
and saving the effort Of replying.
We all fell into quietness, but it was curious to
notice how forbearing we were to one another the
child's great loss, worn like a fower-crown on the
head of some pictured saint, made our petty dis
comforts all melt away.
The young lady began to play with the baby, the
old gentleman with the dog, and l. who object to
all gratuities on the principle of never having any
money to spare, was absolutely pleased when the
mighty woman handed back her change to her van
quished foe saying:
'Never mind the penny, conductor
Even the cross woman grew quite interesting
over areminiscence of ayouth she had knownwhen
she was girl, who had recovered his sight after
being blind for year.
think, if instead of being plucked civil service
candidate, could be woman with mission, |
could choose that of my unconscious little Clyte.