Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-12-19

conclude to marry at no very dlSCaNC uuy
"Why, then," cried Mr.. Avenel gayly, "we
can all live together, just as we do now, and
be the happiest family in the world"
And he went into the house, whistling as he
went, "John Anderson, my 10, John" as
blithely as boy of sixteen.
Juliet Hawkhurst was standing by the lit
tie side garden gate that evening, thoughttul'
ly watching over her right shoulder, of course
the slender silver crescent Of the moon.
Juliet had certainly blossomed into per-
feet little rose of maiden, during the years
she had been all inmate of Avenel Place.
She was fairhaired and rosy, with long eye
lashes, deep blue eyes full of shadowy purple
CLEANS, and a complexion like rose-colored
satin; and, moreover, there was in her every
movement selfpossessed grace and dignity
of mien that was inexpressibly charming. Ju-
liet Hawkhurst had been a lady, but unto
ward fate had made housekeeper's daughter
of her.
AS she stood there, leaning over the iron
rail of the gate, footstep sounded behind
| her.
"Juliet!'
She turned with little rose blush and a
smile she fain would have concealed, and
Harry. .Avenel cameup and stood close behind
| her.
Little elf, you thought you had hidden
away from me, but you see have contriVed
to find you out, even here. What makes you
blush and look SO confused?'
"DoI2" And Juliet fixed her gaze very
steadfastly on the green turn at her feet, where
single yellow dandeion was closing its eye
of dawny gold for the night.
"Listen p cried Harry, triumphantly.
"I've got piece of news for you
"What is it?"
"What should you think Of q step.father,
eh, little one?"
Juliet looked up this time in real and gen.
uine astonishment.
"A step-father, Harry ?"
"My uncle has con6ded to me this evening
that be thinks of marrying, Juliet, and from
all that can gather, the bride is none other
than your mother. So when we are married
there will be a nice little family circle of US,
eh ?"
And the audacious young man .belted her
slender waist with his arm, and ventured to
draw her a little closer to him.
"Oh but Harry you are all wrong" cried
Juliet crimsoning and smiling like June
flower, IL meant to tell you of it, but some,
how the words would not come to my lips
Your uncle had told me also that he had con.
cluded to marry again, and-he asked me to
be his wife"
"The-mischief he did ?" cried Harry,
starting back as if some one had struck him a
blow.
"You! Why. Juliet, you are young
enough to be his daughter!"
"Perhaps 1 am" said Juliet, meekly.
"And what did you tell him? You accept
ed him, of course? He is rich and am poor,
and all the girls like gold"
"Harry!'
"Tell me quickly, Juliet" he cried, almost
passionately. Don't keep me longer in sus-
pense."
81 told him." Juliet ansYe.ei. innocently,
"that had already promised to marry you. "
"My little dove; )" and Harry Avenel's dark
face frightened into sunshine once again.
"And you were right, for May and November
never yet were happily mated. My uncle is
an old fool and yet can't blame him, Ju-
liet, when | look at your sweet face"
The counteuance of Mr.. Avenel was slight
ly confused when he met his nephew at the
breakfast table the next morning, but farther
than that, there was no sign of the discomft-
ure he had undergone. He gave Juliet an
exquisite set of wedding pearls when she was
married, and congratulated Harry after a
very cordial fashion. But he never proposed
to Mrs. Hawkhurst, and as she never expect
ed anything of the sort, no harm was done.
And everything goes on at Avenel Place
just precisely as it ought to do. Mr. Avenel
keeps his housekeeper and Harry has gained
wife.