The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-08-09
why he MARRIED.

Will pass through tnlS part OF tne
country again, Mr.. Verley ?"
"No I DON'T" said the old bach
.elor, decidedly.
He was something Of bear to
answer so crustily when Barbara
Smith stood in the doorway, with
the shadowy lashes dropping over
the soft brown eyes, and the roses
melting into deep carmine on her
rosy cheeks, until her muslin dress
was plain in comparison. Such a
pretty. big-eyed, loving little Bar
hara as she was, in all the blonde
freshness of her eighteen summers,
and the soft sigh that duttered
from her lips as the oze-horse car
siage drove away, was checked
anstantly. Barbara had no idea
OF becoming a victim to unrequited
love, though she had rather fam
eied Mr. Verley. during his brief
sojourn st her fathers house.
Mr. Verley drove away through
she reGglng green draperies Of the
Summer lanes, whistling sadly as
he drew Q.
II shah be in very good time
for the 1890 train," he meditated
to h.inself. "Punc,uality is the
ssual Of business, and never was
cue of the eehind,hand tribe, thank
Providence. Besides, think it
was becoming dangerous to re-
main in that place any longer. l
am thirty-nine tomorrow, and
that is just twenty years too old
for me, to 60 making fool of my
self. Fancy me getting married !!
No you don't, Joseph Verley, my
friend"
AS he settled himself comfort
ab!y-in the crowded railroad car,
and opened q letter, the subject
again occurred to his mind with
curious persistence.
s.The letter Of my poor brothers
executor came just ln time, or |
should certainly have fooled away
more time than would have been
sensible or profitable. Poor dear
Harold; ! don't see what on earth
possessed him to fall sick and die
on his way home from Venice and
loave his daughter on my bands
too. Why could he not have left
3 son instead Of a daughter? |
never did understand a woman's
WAYS. and what's more, don't
want to. | am to meet her at
Speedville, and take her home
with me-" 90" groaned Mr..
Verlcy, referring despairlngly to
his letter. And what I'm going
to do with he" when get there,
ID like to know! suppose she's
- great creature, with ring!ets and
ribbons, and just as likely as not
an Italian lover talking sentiment
to her-a creature that reads By
ron, and keeps an album, and eats
slate, pencils and chalk. I'll send
her to boarding school, that's
what I'll do with my niece-and
perhaps when she has graduated
there the schoolmaster can sug-
rest some means of getting rid Of
her. Ofcourse she'll have dozen
large trunks, and a bonnet box
and . parrots cage-that'S the
way women generally travel, l
believe. am glad I am out Of
the way of Barbara's fascinations
now"
Mr.. Verley looked out of the
car window, in 4 sort Of calm des-
peration at the prospect before
him.
81 suppose she'll want q piano,
and maybe a poodle dog, and
there's no knowing what else. |
don't see why Harold wanted to
die and leave his daughter to my
care just now. Speedville station
-twenty-seven miles further. l
wish it was twenty seven hundred
miles-that's what wish"
And with this vindictive senti-
ment in his mind, our hero, tied a
red silk handkerchief over his
head, and tried to lose himself in
d series Of brief, troubled dreams,
wherein the vision Of a tall, nice
young lady figured conspicuous y.
Are we here alreaoy?' he
s.ammered, starting to his feet, as
the conductor bawled out "Speed-
vile Station" and seizing umbrel-
Ia, vaIiso and travelling shawl,
with the bustling bewilderment
peculiar to people just aroused
from sleep, he alighted.
Speedville was rather 8 large
sized village: situated at the juno
tion of several railways, with an
imposing American Gothic struc-
ture for a depot. Into this building
Mr.. Verley walked, looking right
and left for the young lady whose
guardianship be was to assume.
"Of course" be responded men
tally, "sbe'll be on he lookout for
me women are proverbially Gu
rious."
But Harold Verley's daughter
was not on the lookout for her
uncle. When the crowd incident
to the evening train had subsidized
.I tho nonnla had ,rnna their 6if