Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-11-07
strained and unnatural, and latterly, invariably fol-
lowed by an unreasonable and irritable impatience

lowed by an unreasonable and irritable impatience
or passion Of tears, which is even more alarming.
els not that jamie, now?" said Mr.. Carter, a
her clear bird-like voice Hoated into the room.
! eyes" replied Mrs. Carter; and the next mo
, ment jamie entered.
q "You here papa?" said she; bounding to him
'oThis is pleasant do not often meet you whel
I come from school"
He kissed her, and pushing back the hair from
her face said, "Janie you don't look well, you ar
growing thin and pale; what's the matter, dar
ITng?" ......
"Who told you was not well2'' replied jamie
almost fercely, shaking the hair around her face
'.Tm well enough ... ...
She drew away from him.
'Stop, jamie, I want to talk with you. Do yo'
know that Mag and you have made us so rich
that do not intend you shall work any more
Ny brave little woman how John will bles
you. ... ..... ...
She put her head on his shoulder, but did no
answer. ..... ....
"What do you say, JAMIE; will your indepen
dence suffer your father to support you as he die
when you were his little pet on the knee?"
'sYou do not know what you ask, sir; better le
me work am happier to have my mind pre-oc
cupied.'
"Whatl do you love labor, Janie?'
She laughed convulsively. ..... =
'Love our curse? No." said she vehemently
IT hate it It's Jauggernaut car is constantly cry
ing give, give, and childhood gives smiles, and gee
and joy to it; and youth gives strength and buoy
ancy, and hope to it; and old age gives rest, anc
peace, and life, to it; and we all feel it, for oul
mother sinned, and we are cursed
"Janie, jamie, don't speak so wildly, said Mrs
Carter. 'sHas not the curse been our blessing
How are we repaid in peace Of conscience, in CRATE
full hearts, in tears of thankfulness, in the love o.
our near and dear ones, in the happiness Of oul
children till we bless God in thus enabling US 'tc
take joyfuly the spelling of our goods. ,"
sThat does not alter the curse mother. The
end it accompFshes proves the blessing, but ir
finding it, woman proves there is multiplied sor
row." said she moodiy.
"Come, jamie, you are tired now" said Mr.
Carter cheerily, land not prepared to argue. Has
not poverty made our poets our artists, our states
men? Who builds our churches, our monuments
our temples, but poverty? Who pioneers the way
for civilization, and improvement, but poverty
Who brings up the treasures of the deep, and o.
the mine, but poverty? The furnace, the fuller't
soap, the dark waters Of God word are all poverty
refining, cleansing, purifying for that house moi
made with hands,"
She did not answer save by burying her head on
her fathers shoulder
"You will consent to rest, will you not, jamie p
"I'm weary" said she II expect its rest that
need, but must work this summer; in the tal
you may do with me as you please"
'That's right, jamie we'll nurse you back to
health again. Oh! wife, by the way, it aoas Ste
phen Hunter who sent that money for Johns ben,
eft; you know thoughtit was he. ,"
Margaret arose and left the room.
'When Newton found we would not accept it,
he told me it was Hunter offered it. was little
surprised at Margarets persistency in refusing it,
though had she known it was he, would not have
been astonished about it.
did you not say at the time you thought it was
Hunter; and did not John say the letter looked
like his writiug?" asked jamie.
"Yes, did but what of that? only guessed
it," said Mr.. Carter.
"Nothing," said jamie, and put down her head
and smiled.
'T wonder why Mag could not like that young
man? He is certainly noble fellow, and so sui
ted to her. never saw fellow so cast down as
that last rejection made him. He told John he
felt almost sure shewas not Indifferent to him; but
she rejected him promptly, decidedly, with not the
faintest shadow of a hope that she will ever be
more than she is to him. think Newton was in
the way-what do you think Janie?" said Mr.
Carter.
ssWhat if Newton loves Mag? I know it, u
said she smiling.
Mrs Carter sighed.
Margaret will make him good wife, but
doubt if she will ever be popular as minister
wife. She is sympathising and earnest, but moi
feeling nor demonstrative enough"
"Mother is thinking of some one who will make
better one," laughed jamie.
"Who, jamie; you?'' said Mr.. Carter.
sDo you think the man daft?'' said jamie.
| aHer face is fair, her heart Is true,
As spotless as she's bonnie, o;
Nae purer Is than Mamie, o."
sWen, mamma, don'tfr Newton loves Mag,
but he loves somebody else better
'sHow do you know, jamie p said Mrs Carter.
81 don't know at all just feel so-something
tells me, she replied.
"You are strange child" said Mrs. Carter
ssI know it, mamma" said jamie, the smile
leaving her lip ''but you know I always was.
II suppose John will be married now, - contin-
ued jamie, languidly.
eyes, early in the fall," he says. "What a
sweet wife he is getting in Mary the very girl for
bim-frank, fearless, domestic and. affectionate.
She would make happy freside for any man, and
loving John as she has from childhood, she will
make the happiness perfect.
II am glad John is going to be married, said
jamie.
"Why, jamie! then we will lose him. said her
father.
II know it but think any one is happier
married" she replied
'You do? Why don't you marry then, you
witch ?'' said Mr.. Carter.
| "Oh I never intend to marry" said jamie,
putting her head on her fathers knee.
'sWhy, daughter?' said he, stroking her curls
fondly, mot when you think they are happier p
"Oh! because there are no good men in the
world now-they are all married or dead; You and
John are the only ones I know Of"
"You little fatterer? Are not Hunter and New,
ton good men? Could you not love them?"
sI did not think about them. Yes, they are
good, but Newton is too good. l should be an in
- l.. hin, . ond ha a sinless model that would