The Greenville enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1870-1873, 1870-06-08

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where he was going, and 30 ] told
him honestly that / was bound in
the same direction, and probably
with the same intentionl So,
says l, 'let us go on and have it
ont like men, 'and says he, 'sgreedl'
So here we are.'
He speaks truly, Miss Layard,'
asscnted Mark Tyrreil, as Eunice
glanced inqIringly at him. I'VE
did agree to lay our future at your
feet and abide by the decision you
were pleased to makel =
And Eunice's eyes glittered
scorniully again, 'you expected
me to choose q husband on the
spot, ss coolly as If I were select
lug a new dress, or . set of china 2
well, said Hardenbrook, some.
what awkwardly, "a girl must
choose some time, and / don't see
why now isn't as good a time as
anyr
Il, at least, do not wish to hur.
ry your choice, said Mark, quietly
And Eunice looked little vex.
ed--she would, perhaps, have pre-
ferred somewhat more OF true
lover like ardor. -
'Gentlemen,' she said calmly,
Il believe according to the popu-
lar creed of the world, I have rea-
son to feel very much obliged to
you. But I shall take a week in
which to consider what il is best
to doP --.- s... ~
Very well,' said Hardenbrook,
complacently. Il amt afraid of
waiting. The more you think
about the Hardenbrook farm and
the water. privileges
And the newly furnished
house, broke in Eunice, laughing.
But it is getting cold, and [ want
to get home.'
May I have the pleasure-'
began Mark, but Eunice shook her
pretty little hooded head resolutely.
No, You may not,' she said
L prefer to go home aloner
And she stood by her word.
She is very willfnl,' said Mr..
TIardenbrook, discontentedly, as
he watched the scarlet shawl disap.
pear, futtering bit Of color down
the chill autumnal pathway, Il
shall break her of all that sort of
tlIingI
when you get her. said Tyr.
rell, dryly.
Yes; Of course, when I get her.
1t is very pretty and enticing, and
all that sort of thing, in the girl
You are making love to-but in q
1t will be time enough to talk
about that when you have a wife,
said Mark Tyrrell, and George
felt sort of uneasy consciousness
that his rival was laughing at him.
The week of ordeal passed away,
as all weeks will, whether of Joy.
ous holiday or burdened with the
awful sha ow of morning. And
Mark Tyrrell and Mr.. Harden
brook went down to Farmer Lay.
ards snug red brick house, to learn
the ct ry of their fate, on the even.
ing of the second day from that
on which Eunice had sat enthron.
ed on the stone stile, and received
two offers of marriage at once.
Miss Layard, meanwhile, had
not been idle. She had made up
her mind to marry the man VIII
loved her best.
For ie I should love, and have
no eqnal NEED of affection gwen
me back, Eunice said, my life
would be simply q wreck. 1t
am loved--really, truly, and for
myself, them and her violet great
eyes softened into velvet tender,
III would not envy the proudesi
lady in the landp
But how are you going to de-
eide the question Z said Mrs. Tar,
box, her aunt, who kept house
for Farmer Layard, and did her
best to spoil Eunlce every day Of
her genial lite.
'Oh, / know how said Eunice
calmly. ...>
And may'nt / know, tooa'
'Of course You may, for
couldn't manage matters at al
without your
| And then there was q regular
council of war between these TIVE
designing females.
So when Messrs. Hardenbrool
and Tyrrell arrived, Mrs. Tarbo,
received them with o great deal O
politeness, and invited them t,
'stay and spend the evening"
Mr.. Layard'll be in directly,
said Mrs. Tarbox, 'and / know
he'll be pleased TO see you.'
/ 'Ahem p said Mr.. Hardenbrool
pomponsly, 1--we, that is, calle,
to see Miss Eunice.'
/ Oh--h-hf = cried Mra Tarhox