Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1875-10-07

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an indiscretion and the pause which followed
would have been an awkward one, but for his
perception of my embarrassment, and his evil
dent desire to relive it.
II am so accustomed to solitude, that I
cannot say find it disagreeabe," he went on
in his former easy tone. persons, after a
time, become welded to lonely existence.
My place is quite ent'looking from your
fathers yet it is pretty place, too, and am
very fond of it." -.
"Is it near village, like this ?" asked.
ooh! no; there ia no settlement within
several miles. titles quite by itself, in shady
nook, with the woods all around it; the most
tranquil, silent spot you can imagine. I call
it Sleepy Hollow"
II hope there is no goblin there" said l.,
laughing.
"Oh no Ichabod Crane might ride there
securely in any of the small hours, and not
encounter headless horseman," he replied,
lightly. Yet even as be spoke, the change l
had before noticed crossed his face for an in.
stant-a look half of pain, half Of shrinking
fear as If some one We're touching hidden
wound-and he directly changed the subject,
giving me no farther opportunity to question
him. He talked fuently and we'll, touching
on the topics which he thought, 1 suppose,
would most interest me-namey, society, fash
ionable amusements, novel-reading and the
like. Yet it seemed to me as if this was a
mere ripple, flowing over graver and deeper
Thoughts, which he would not bring to the
surface except for the benefit of more appre-
ciative minds than mine. The idea piqued
me, and felt desire to show him that was
not quite so childish as he supposed. l do not
know what possessed me, but | became sud-
denly inspired with the wish to please him
to let him see the best part of me, instead of
my gay, butterfly surface. 1t was not an easy
matter to accomplish this just at present, with
the hubbub Of merry voices around US, and
all the circumstances of the moment opposed
to anything like seriousness or reflection but
l mentally determined to carry out my pur-
pose as soon as the departure of our other
guests should afford me an opportunity of do
ing so, if, as conjectured, my father would
keep him with US for the remainder of the
day, or perhaps still longer time.
After time, papa came up, and taking
DR.. Wardlaw's arm, carried him off to an
other part of the room. | turned and saw
Charlie Raymond sitting on window.ledge
near by, swinging his heels in school-boy fash
ion, with very sulky expression of counte-
nance
"Mind you don't fall, Charlie" said I, be-
nignantly.
"Oh l can TAXA care of myself, thank you" )"
was his reply, in an injured tone. "You have
been leaving me to do so for the last hour or
two"
"Now, Charles, do you mean to insinuate
that have taken an hour or two to eat my
luncheon?"
"No, don't but you have been making
me waste my time here while you were talk
ing to that old fogy. I'd like to punch his
head-coming and interrupting people in this
"Charles," said I, with dignity, "Dr. Ward
law is papa's guest. Speak of him with proper
respect, if you please" .
"Yes, I ought to be respectful to him" said
Charles. He's old enough"
"He is delightful person" said l, "and
seems to know how to talk about everything"
"No need to say that you found him de-
lightful," was Charles retort. 81 wonder
how you could let your father carry him off. -
"Oh I'll see him again you know" l re-
joined, complacently. "Come, Charlie, don't
be cross. couldn't send him away before,
because he's stranger. You and l are such
old friends that we don't have to stand on
ceremony with each other"
"That's all very 6ue," said Charlie, some
what Modified; "but when / hear that music
wasting out in the grounds"
"Music wasting! Is it possible that the
dancing has begun again already? l ex-
claimed. Dear me! believe owe some
body dance of some kind, don't l ?"
"You owe me schottische, Miss Lambert" !"
said Charlie with low bow. MAY I have
the honor of your hand now-provided we
don't find ourselves too late, which think is
very likely"
We used to dance the schottische in those
days. 1t was not then considered ungraceful.
as it is now. took Charles arm, and we
stroled out to our sylvan dancing.hall in
restored peace and amity. 1t was growing
warm, however, and gradually the dancing
ceased, and the company began to divide off
in pairs or groups and seek the most comfort
able resting places they could find, some on
rustic benches placed beneath the trees, some
on the grass, some on the gnared roots Of the
trees themselves.
Suddenly the band, which had stopped
playing, struck up soft, sweet, yet lively
air A troop of little girls dressed in white,
with clouds of pink gauze floating about
them, came tripping from the shade of the
thcket, while a voice heralded their approach
with this couplet from Grays lode on
Spring"
"Lo, where the rosy -bosomed Hours,
Fair Venus train, appear "
The foremost of the band, pretty little
faxen.hared thing of ten or twelve years,
having led them across the lawn to where
was sitting, stopped in front of me, and in
clear musical voice, accompanied by the un.
seen instruments, sang ballad composed in
honor of the "Queen of the Fete," Of which
| can now remember only the last two lines,
'And may each hour, flying FAST
Still find thee happier than the last!'
The verses had no especial merit, but the
sentiment of cordial goodwill in them, and
the graceful manner in which they were rem.
dered, made them charming. As the bright
little Hours glided away, the -Four Seasons
drew near. These were four young girls, ap.
propriately dressed. Spring, who led the band,
was attired in light green robe, adorned
with lilies-of:the-va valley, and a wreath of the
same upon her head; Summer wore transpa-
rent white, with garlands Of pink rosebuds;
Autumn, sickle in hand, shone gorgeous in
corn-colored dress, with wreath Of flaming
poppies, blue corn-fowers and wheat.ears !;
and Winters rosy cheeks and bright dark
eyes looked laughingly forth from wrappings
of fur, while dainty little cap of the same
crowned her curly head. All carried bas-