Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1868-11-11
TWO EVENINGS TWO YEARS
APART.

for sail?"
The young lady thus interrogated
sat by one of the front windows of a
large and handsome country residence.
Hor feet rested on an ottoman, and she
was surveying the rosettes which mount
ed pair of daintily embroidered slip
pers, with languid air and an absent,
half dissatisfied expression At her
brothers question, she turned and look
ed out of the window, and the summer
evening revealed its beauty and its glo-
ny to the eyes of Christine Jarvys.
The house was situated on an emf
nence, which commanded view of the
country for miles around. The moon
had just come over the distant hills,
and from her urn of gold was poured
out that crystal river of,hght whose
waves overhowed the landscape, and
let grace and beauty to every object
they touched. About a mile off, be-
yond the meadows, lay the lake, its
silver steam flashing between the green
shores, and losing itself in bend of
the valley. The wind shook out sweet
perfumes from the garden beneath and
the stars overhead were bright. Such
was the summer evening which Chris
tine Jarvys beheld
Her eyes did not brighten much in
loving recognition Of its beauty. There
was q shadow still on the young and
sweet face which she turned to her
brother.
a don't feel much inclined for going
on the water this evening, Alfred, = she
replied, and the listless tones suited the
shadows in her face: "Who is to go
besides you?'
Nobody except Frank Reynolds and
Ben. Grant to manage the boat, he re-
piled. You'd better go with us, in--
stead of staying here, and ,moping
through the evening alone" the young
man added, as he threw his slight grace
full limbs into the chair opposite his sis
ter
Il think I shall be able to stand it
somehow" said the young lady, with a
resigned expression Of tone and face,
which plainly indicated that she re-
garded martyrdom as her peculiar des-
tiny and intended to meet her fate with
becoming fortitude.
Alfred Jarvys leaned forward, rested
one hand on his sisters knee, and looked
in her face
whats gone wrong now, Christie,
that you're down in the dumps like
this 2" said he. Come, don't act SO,
the matter
Thus adjured, the young lady conde-
sccnded to. explain the causes which
had produced her present gloomy views
of human nature, and Of the world III
general.
. 1.-The truth is, Alfred" said she,
"you'r re man and won't understand
anything about it; but my bonnet came
home this afternoon, and its a perfect
fright-a great bunch Of poppics on the
outside, and purple mignonette scatter
ed through the inside trimming-when
purple is so unbecoming; it always
made me look so hideous.
Alfred Jarvys was a generous, good
natured young man; moreover, he
loved his pretty sister dearly; so he
put on deeply sympathetic voice and
face, much such one as a father would
over decapitated plaster Of Paris dog,
which his child might hold up to him.
"Wcll," said he, its too bad about
the bonnet, Christie, that's fact. y
But that ism t all, Alfred, she con-
tinued. "My dress maker has just sent
me word that she forgot the blue trim
mings for my dove colored silk, and so
1 shan have it ready to wear at Col.
Hamlin's tomorrow evening.
1.-The victim of a milliner and man.
tua maker!'' said her brother. "On
the whole, Christie, you are an amiable
girl, but I don't suppose that the most
exemplary of your sex could stand such
conjunction of trials and sufferings
4 ruined bonnet and an unfinished
dress? It's too much. stand appall-
ed before such miseries J.
A loud hearty laugh concluded, as
was most fitting, the mock sympathy of
Alfred Jarvys speech; though, to tell
truth, he commenced it with a benevo-
lent intention of entering fully into his
sisters feelings and disappointments.
But his sense Of the ludicrous was keen,
and his relish of joke intense, and
the latter carried the day.
Christine Jarvys drew back, with an
unusual disply Of dignity.
"I see how it is, Alfred" said she !;
"you re making fun of my troubles, after
all l don't want any more Of your pre-
tended sympathy"
We'll, now, it is really too bad, "
said he.
I'm Just as sorry for the little girl
as can be-" he added, leaning forward
once more and seizing her small wrists.
But as though his sisters cup of afIlic-
tions was not yet filled to the brim, a
jet bracelet, exquistely mounted with
carved ivory, snapped under the young
mans hand. Christine gave IL loud
shrek, as the beautiful, fragile toy foil
to the floor, scattering on the carpet it's
fragments of dainty workmanship.
This was too much. Christine Jarvys
fell back in her chair and burst into
tears. Her brother aaw this was no time
for joking, and with real concern on
his face, he put his arm round his sis
ter.
IN so sorry, Christie, said he, l
really wouldn't have done it for all the
world. Come now, kiss me and make
| il ND. and YOU shall have another brace