Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-10-24
gu 0rigiual 8anrelette.
Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
THB WEALTH OF HOME.
A STORY OF DOMESTIC LIFE.

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A STORY OF DOMESTIC LIFE.
BY MRS. NJ. A. EWART,
AUTHORIZES OF "ELLEN CAMPBELL OR KINGS
MOUNTAIN" AND OTHER STORIES.
CHAPTER Nv.
In the suburbs of the city, stood beautiful lit
tie cottage, simple and unpretending, yet evident
" the home of refinement and taste. The cottage
was set back from the gate, deep in the shadow os
two noble beeches On either side OF the gate
stood the trunks of two former trees now covered
with iyy. and arched overhead by the cinging ev-
errreen. A broad gravel walk led up to the house,
and low box-tree edging bordered either side.
Over the piazza, clustered the rich chromatela,
the prolific lamarque, intertwined with jessamine
and sweet honey-suckle and on either side OF the
door. was little fight of dark green steps, cover
ed with beautiful geraniums and other hot-house
plants. In the garden around, and beyond, every
variety of the lovely queen Of flowers clustered
and climbed. From the piazza you entered into
broad passage, on either side of which were rooms
terminating in deep bay windows. The furniture
was vigorously simple, but neat and even elegant
in its perfect adaptatveness and its beautiful ar
ranpement. A rosewood piano, without cover,
was open, and some loose music scattered over IT.;
and guitar, with its long ribbon lying loosely over
the strings, rested near the piano. A little work
table was drawn out in the floor, and a cloud OF
yapory muslin rested, partly on it, partly on the
ingram carpet, ofArabasque pattern, with Its Whlte
ground and green figures. The soft April wind
lifted the simple lace curtains which hung just to
the floor, and filed the room with its fragrant
breath, while it was made perfectly vocal BY the
little songsters singing from their cages IN the open
windows A settee of maple, painted creamy
white interspersed with green chairs and table to
match, was the substantial furniture Of the room.
On the table were few books, large crystal bot
tie of some novel perfume, and vase Of beautiful
spring flowers Indeed, flowers were the decofa-
ton of the apartment. The fire place was filed
with vase of scarlet geraniums. There were
flowers on the mantel, and on triangular shelves in
each angle of the ROOM The walls were papered
with delicate paper of silver ground, with faint
green cord running zig-zag through it A few
paintings relieved the expanse Of paper, chiefly
landscapes of an imaginative cast. There was
though, female head Of ethereal beauty, and
Grecian one of divine but provokingy indeterm-
nate loveliness An oval mirror, not very large
hung in such q position that reflection Of the
person could be obtained from none Of the ordina-
nv sitting places of the room. Two light and
graceful hanging shelves, with creamy edges, to
match the color of the sofa and chairs, and hung
with green silk cord with white and green tasselS
sustained several volumes of elegantly bound books
This completed the furniture of the room, except
o hanging lamp with ground glass shade, which
Gepended from the ceiling by slender silver chain
An enormous Newfoundland rested his slken
sides on the mat at the front door, and beautiful
greyhound stood halfenioying the picture of luxu-
rious repose After awhile the sweet placid face
of Mrs. Carter appeared at the door. She looked
out wistfully Leo arose, shook his great shaggy
sides, and stood by her. She patted him uncon-
sciously. Suddenly, Ponto pricked his ears and
bounded down to the gate 1t was hastily opened
and two lovely little girls almost fell over him !;
then laughing gleefully, ran up the path. A tall
and finely formed girl stopped moment to caress
him, then carefully closed the gate and followed
the children. She took off the little gipsey hat
she had been wearing, and now we can fairly see
That face we have seen before; but how idealized
il has now become. Her pale golden hair was
drawn in clustering curs from her face, knotted in
bunch behind, and fell in light airy rnglets over
ber curls. The face was fair very fair and cassi-
cally beautiful; the mouth gentle and sweet; the
eyes darkly blue, soft and dove-like Lovely as the
face unquestionably was its loveiness was not its
greatest charm, but its inexpressible sweetness.
Her movements were slow, graceful, and languidly
digni6ed. .,
ssHave you been looking for us mother?' said
Annie Carter; and the voice was strangely low and
sweet, though the enunciation was perfectly clear
and distinct
Twas, daughter, though not anxious. knew
Katie and Bessie were safe with you"
Annie smiled-a smile so full of fafection-then
said,
'John was not quite ready to come, and we
walked slowly hoping he would overtake us, but
he did not come. expect he will wait for father.
But where is jamie? Is she not home yet p
''No," said Mrs Carter, uneasily. The school
is dismissed, know; for saw some of the little
girls pass here nearly an hour ago-but what keeps
jamie, cannot say.
Annie started.
"An hour ago, mamma! Then I will go and
meet her. Just wait till arrange the tea table,
and will walk up the road for her.
'sNo daughter; it is late. 1fyou go, you had
better go at once. I will attend to supper" said
Mrs. Carter.
'You shall do no such thing mamma, said An
ME, with pretty peremptoriness "Have l moi
often told you that you are the queen.bee OF om
little working household, and you shall not go a
mong the nurse bees and workers-shall she, Bes
sie?'
'Indeed, no mamma" said Bessie; but thert
is jamie now, and with the same gentleman she
was with yesterday
jamie stopped at the gate and stood conversins
gaily; then the gentleman took her hand to say
good bye. 1t was lingeringly said, and the hane
reluctantly yielded. jamie came slowly up the
path, singing in a humming tone
off body meet body''-
Then seeing her mother she sprang up the steps
threw her arms around her neck, kissed her on Ell
ther cheek, called Bessie and Katie for romp
and was off like a happy child as she was.
"Janie, JAMIE" said Mrs. Carter, as jamie, fair
" exhausted from her wild scamper, sank upor
the steps, ''You might be tired of your teaching
all day, without running yourself to death wher
you get home"