Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-04-30

mo" said Elsie, laughing and blushlng
"but it seems more NATURAL
ut seems very unnatural to me. Please
be more friendly and unconstrained; l did
hope you were beginning to look upon me as
your friend. Was I mistaken? Why do
you not answer" he continued, as she turned
away her head without speaking.
Because" she answered in low tone, ut
seems strange for city gentleman, like you,
to care to be friend of plain country girl. !"
"But do not consider you plain country
girl. There are plenty of city ladies whose
friendships would not value hundredth
part as much as yours" .
you'll not be here long" said Elsie, still
looking away. "What would be the use OF
our being friends for little while, and then
never seeing one another again p
"Should you care to see me again?:
There was no reply.
Because" continued Charles, in low
tone, bending down to look into her face, "if
you did care, I would be very apt to come
back again-just as soon as l possibly could.
Must come back? I'll have to leave here
for little while, pretty soon, but I can man
age to return, if-must L? Tell me"
I-don't-know-o please, Mr.. Sydney,
give me my basket now 1must hurry home,
and you needn't take the trouble to bring it
any farther.
"Now, you want to get rid of me-" said
Charles, reproachfully. care you tired Of
my company already"
"No-but-"
"Let me walk just little farther with you.
You have not answered my question yet.
"What question, sir?'
"The one l asked you just now. Won't
you answer it, Elsie? You cannot think
how much care to know"
The little hand he took in his Auttered like
an imprisoned bird. Elsie's cheeks were
crimson, her brown eyes filled with tears her
heart was throbbing so that she could not
speak. She was frightened, happy, glad,
sorry, all at once; she did not know what had
come over her, giving her such bewildered
feeling, taking away her voice-almost taking
away the power of thought.
"N[ust 1 come back-would you like me
to ?" said the soft tones again, and almost be-
fore she knew it, tremulous half-whispered
Eyes" dropped from her lips. She wished to
recall it, as soon as it was spoken she longed
to run away, and wanted to release her hand,
but it was still held fast.
"Then I will come back, Elsie-l promise
you will. So you see we can be friends-can
we not2 You will agree to that moau."
Again Elsie said, yes this time with less
difficulty than before, and then the hand was
carried very gently to his lips. They walked
on for minute in silence.
"Oh there's the village" said Elsie, sud.
denly "Please don't come any farther now,
Mr.. Sydney"
Charles vas not unwilling to stop, for he
had not intended to accompany her the whole
way.
"NIust say goodbye, now2" he asked
"Sball I see you tomorrow EVENING"?
"Perhaps so-at least-I 60 to dame Dix
on's every afternoon, you know" said Elsie,
feeling as if she we're doing wrong in making
the concession.
"Yes, know. 1 will come to the BRIDGE
then. Auf suiederschn, my sweet little friend" ="
"What does that mean, sir?"
"It means till we meet again. or perhaps
better rendering would be simply I'VE meet
again." IT'S better than 'good-bye'-I hate
that word. Can you say it after me? Aay
aOiederschn."
"Ay aUiederschn-"
"Mcin ieber Karl"
"lLein-I don't know what that means, sir"
"'Sir' again don't forget our compact! l
must teach you German some day, and you
must promise strictly to follow my instruc-
tions. But won't detain you any longer
now-good-nght." They parted, and Charles
returned slowly toward the inn.
"What lovely little creature she is" he
unused, as he walked along. "Fresh as daisy,
and innocent as lamb. What eyes she has !!
She likes me, too; I can make her desperate
ly fond of me, if can only get opportunities
enough. If that blunderhead, Horace, were
out of the way! Well, I must devise somo
expedient-I can't take him into my conf
dence; he is so confoundedly punctilious, he
would preach against the whole thing. But
this Elsie she has bewitched me, | think.
am really getting soft-hearted over her. If |
could just metamorphose her now into little
aristocrat-wouldn't I take her over the roll
ing ocean and transplant her into American
soil? But then, she'd not be half as piquante
and charming as she is now she has just
enough rusticity to be captivating, without the
slightest touch of coarseness or clumsiness.
Clumsiness! She is grace itself, a perfect
fairy. Not one of those German girls [ used
to think pretty, can compare with her-ex-
ccpt, perhaps, that little witch Kitchen; she
had magnificent eyes, but not Esie's complex
ion or figure And then her voice! and that
shy way she has of glancing up into ones face
and then dropping her eye.lnshes again, when
she answers one 1 don't know whether she
is all simplicity, or deeper than she seems. I
believe, though, l must give her credit for
being perfectly artless. 1t is so refreshing to
meet with such unsophistication. After all,
it is worth while having come on this expcdi-
ton, though was beginning to vote it bore.
If Horace will only be obliging enough to
keep little out of my way, and devote him
self to his fishing, l can find time and occa-
sion for the exercise of nv powers of fascina-