Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1868-05-21
upon him that he, ut least, had not been spoiled

explained to Mr.. Fagge that my father was
very eccentric, and then we fell into conversation.
believe remarked before that Mr.. Fagge was
no fool. On the contrary he had the largest as
sortment of general information in his head Of any
person I ever met He had fresh, original way
Of expressing himself, too, that was quite charm
ing to me. found myself becoming quite inter-
ested in him in spite of myself; and at last, when
he arose to go, pressed him to call again. He
promised to, but as saw him going down the
steps, felt that he never would forit did not seem
possible that he could ever reach home without
breaking his neck. He seemed to be walking on
stills, and no one would have thought this was his
first attempt.
While was watching him father returned to the
parlor.
"Do you know who that's, Beatrice?" he ques-
toned
Certainly" replied, "that is Mr.. Aminidab
Fagge'
"Fudgel know that. But what is he?"
"Oh well, really don't know, father. Posi-
bly, he is perambulating tin merchant"
I half expected father would go into convulsions
but he didn't, though he seemed very much excl
ted At last he calmed himself enough to ask
what Aminidab had called for 'H
ITO see me, suppose. He didn't inquire tor
any one else I made his acquaintance last night
at Mrs. Tremoine's."
Father began to boil again.
"He's nothing but poor, miserable fortune
hunter, and if he comes here again, I'll kick him
out of the house."
| "Don't, father,.i might hurt hin"
Beatrice" in voice Of thunder, "go to your
ROOM"
made my exit. The paternsl Puggins, when
be gets excited, will be obeyed.
retired to my room. Was there not some ro-
nance in this2 l enjoyed it hugely. There was
everything in it to make it highly interesting to
young lady of my temperament There was
stern and cruel parent, the poor but noble lover
and myself I felt then that my hero had arrived.
The lover for whom I had been waiting so long
had at last appeared in the person Of Aminidab
Fagge. Horrible |" you e1claim. OH no, the
ugliest person in the world, when seen through
lovers eyes, will look lovely. Mr.. Fagge began to
grow beautiful in my eyes from the moment father
threatened to kick him from the door,
He called the next day while father was out.
received him in the parlor. told him, as gently
as could, that father had conceived dislike for
him.
Impossible |" said Mr.. Fagge.
"Not at all. He said he would aid you in ma
king your exit from our door if he ever caught
you again j.
81 think had better retire, then said he.
"Oh! no, father is never at home ut this hour." D."
"But this is dishonorable"
'sWe can't help dislikes you know, Mr.. Fagge,"
T said, with bewitching smile, "You called to
see me- believe. I am Of age, and shall be hap
py to see you at any time when you please to call.
An angelic smile lighted up Mr.. Fagge's coun-
tenance, and to me he seemed really beautiful.
When we parted at the door, he pressed my hand
slightly Oh it was so sweet.
After that Mr.. Fagge and were together al
most every day for fortnight. Luckily my faith
er was not aware Of this. I did not suppose he
would ever put his threat into execution; but still,
had he found US together, he might have made
use of some rather hard words, and they might
have caused us an inpleasantness
But I felt that this could not always last-there
is certain to be an explosion some day. 1t came
rather sooner than I expected.
Mr.. Fagge and were together. We had been
talking as usual, for nearly half an hour, when he
suddenly turned towards me and said:
Beatrice, there's something I've been wishing
to tell you for some time"
"Indeed!' gave him glorious smile. "What
can it be?'
"Beatrice" Il knew by the way his moustache
bristled what was coming-"I love you"
ISIS that all."
"Isn't that enough"
"Why, I thought by the expression OF your
countenance that it was something more serious,
I replied.
1T will be serious enough for me, unless you
tell me that my love is returned" he said, throw
ing himself on his knees before me.
Indeed"
I was wondering how he was ever going to get
up. That was very serious consideration to me.
"Can you love me?'
I did not feel quite certain about that. In fact
I think that was as much in doubt about the
state of my heart as Mr.. Fagge was.
"Wil you have me darlingT'
The next instant Mr. Fagge gave yell of pain
that pierced nv soul. With hurried glance I
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was putting his threat into execution. Mr.. Fagge
made no resistance but allowed my father to lead
him to the door. That was too much. My blood
boiled. sprang towards them, and grasped Mr..
Fagge around the neck.
"My dear Amiuidab," I cried, II do love you,
indeed I do! You shall not take him, father he
is mine, my beloved Aminidab'
"Beatrice!' shouted father.
''No, father, you shall not part u.s.
Beatrice will you obey me?"
"In all but this. But you can never tear us as
sunder-no, never"
And cung tightly to the beloved ofmy soul.
Father sank into a chair seemingly quite over
come waited for him to speak.
"Mr. Fagge take chair, he said, at length.
Beatrice - turning to me, do you mean to mar
ry this man?"
"Yes, sir."
Enough T" Father smiled Beatrice, allow
me to introduce you to the Hon. Walter StiIAeet,
of c., one of the wealthiest men in the city,
and my particular FRIEND"
I turned towards Aminidab. He was just re-
moving wig from his glossy black curls, and in
his hand he held fre-red moustache. With a
cry of joy sprang into his arms.
"Will you love me as well as you did Aminidab
Fagge2 ?" Walter asked.
eyes," murmured.
! He kissed me.