Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-04-25

ashamed of me-so was contented. AS for Mr.
Heath, he regarded me obviously.
"Miss Annie, | missed that dear little white
agron," whispered he, as he gave me his ARM
1T seems so home like"
I was glad he liked me in the brown merino. i
is very sweet to know that it is you your very self
that pleases and not what you wear.
'I'll wear it forever, then, said l, with sudder
intensity.
"Not forever" said he; shall want to see 70,
in certain dress picture in my minds eye, ont
of these days"
What kind of dress was it, I wondered? |? anc
would [ ever be rich enough to buy it?
five sisters of us trooped into the dressingroom
I watched the girls as they took off their wraps
they were to the "manor born )" smoothed out thei
dresses deity, arranged pufs, shook out laces be-
fore the mirror, and having done, fell upon me-
Each one gave me finishing touch, then kiss
and concluded with saying, "Now, there! !" Which
meant, possibly that they had done all they coulc
for me-
It did not confuse me, the brilliant company be
low for Mr.. Heath was beside me, and thought
only of him. I heard people question on this side
and that: IT'S that the plain Miss Hartwell ?'-
They were as curious to be introduced to me, as i
I had been handsome. I wished to appear vel
for his sake. So talked the best | knew to al
who sought me; and when they asked me to sing
1 complied without an excuse. The people had
been going on but when began to sing, there
was dead silence. I rose from the piano, feeling
rather than knowing, that [ had received a rare
compliment. Encouraged by appreciation, my spir'
its rose. When we were about to leave, there was
a group around us.
7'Now you have come out of your retirement we
shall expect to see you often, said one after and
another.
looked at Mr.. Heath-he did not share in my
pleasure H;sbrow wasclouded, he seemed strong
ly and strangely displeased
My heart fell. Coming home, l took his arm
in silence. By and by, l asked, in voice that
faltered
'What has displeased you2 Have seemed SC
awkward, tonight, that you are ashamed OF meT'
Ashamed Of youl Net l, indeed. Ca you
guess what the matter is?
'Tell me-etell me! You were never displeased
with me before"
''Oh, Annie can't you see that am as jealous,
as jealous as man can be p
Jealous of me, plain Annie Hartwell Oh, deal
delight! If he were jealous, he cared for me more
than had dared to hope; for, simple as was,
was not so simple that did not know jealousy to
be the shadow cast by love-
Women, more artful, would have infamed his
jealousy. But II had never had but this one ad,
mirer, could not bear that he should even seem
to suffer.
'Ifi displeases you, cried, IT will go no more
into society, but stay at home always"
Then promise one thing, Annie, that-that
home shall be my freside." :,
did promise. couldn't have him displeased
you know.
Ny mother and the girls were not at all sururis-
ed had thought they would be; ssa oqrs NJ. HestS
thew tieVil1 thought ule me simple" Was 50?
HOuite deep enough for me-" was the reply.
For the first time in my life went shopping that
spring 1t was tiresome, but, on the whole, liked
it. had no idea what simple wardrobe had con-
tented me heretofore.
How many, many things there were to buy. Al
length, however, everything had been purchased
but one and that was the dress my lover-how
sweet the word sounds-had said was the one he
wished to see me in.
l had wondered if I would be rich enough to
buy it in my simplicity never guessing it was the
one women hold in such choice esteem-a wedding
dress.
1 had no need-he sent it to me. A silk Of
creamy snow, throwing off the light in silvery
SudllS, uhC mOOupCuuio, WLOh SeAAA1S
as cobwcb They were both ''too beautiful fol
me-" declared.
'sToo beautiful Nothing is too beautiful for a
BRIDE" said my mother and sisters.
I do not know whether made a ''plan" bride
or not-the question arises, at once, whether 9
bride is ever plain. Strange to say, my husband
declares he had never seen prettier one, On
the charming deusion of love, that can find beauty
where all the world is blind
I don't know how it is but since [ have been
married, it has been found out that havea "sweet
expression, "a talent for conversation "a tacul
piness has called intoblossom, qualities that might
always have been in the bud, or that would have
withered away unnoticed otherwise.
In one of my drawers, laid away in rose-leaves,
is the little white apron made to set off my brown
merino I do not hate brown now my husband
says it is home-color and find it not unbecom-
ing, for my face is 50 bright with happiness tina!
wear; so that may don the dulest colors with i'm
punity.