Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1876-08-03

ion, handsome but heartless. der beauty, l
could read at glance, in her only dover.
Politeness to our hostess, who was particular
" anxious to have attention showed her as q
stranger, demanded that this attention should
be paid, and I could not be conspicuously
neglectful. 'evou yourself had not forbidden
it, my attention to you, you we'll know, would
have been much more marked, on that as we'll
as on all other occasions"
"Oh! M, that would be imprudent," said
Charlotte, shaking her head. would not
have my uncle vexed on any account and he
might hear. Why, Alphonse, only this morn
ing Arthur jested me because Of the flowers
you sent me"
"Did he /? And what did you reply"
"Oh Just turned it off, don't really
think he suspected anything, you know. 1t
is pity one has to be so much on ones
guard" sighed Charlotte, who derived, in
truth, profound enjoyment from this little
mystery and romance.-such very new ex-
perience in her thoroughly uneventful life.
"Yes, it is nuisance-but then, my life,
We must reflect what high stakes we are play
ing for-at least, am" said Mr.. de Vaux,
correcting himself with gallantry. Charlotte
little knew all the meaning his words implied,
or she would not have laid them so Aattering'
ly to her simple soul.
"Alphonse," she murmured with a coy
glance, "tell me, truly, do you indeed like me
80 much 7"
"Like you Ahl Charlotte" And here
followed rhapsody unnecessary to be repeat
ed. Suffice it to say that the lovers rhetoric
fell like charming music on Charlotte's ready
ear, and sank deep through that susceptible
medium into the recesses of her heart. Il
was very good, well-meaning little heart, on
the whole, though her conscience admonished
her that she was not acting worthily in this
matter. Butsbe had read or heard somewhere
that "all was fair in love and war;" and she
dreamed of future in which her uncle, won
over by Alphonses eloquence and her own
prayers, should give his consent to their mar
riage, and crown her life with unspeakable
glory in so doing. She was sure she could then
win bis forgiveness for the stratagems to which
she now felt herself obliged to resort; and to
become the wife of Alphonse de Vaux SEEM
ed to her an acme of bliss, for the attainment
of which she might be pardoned some small
deceit. Why she dreaded her uncle's becom-
ing acquainted with the existence Of her love
affair, she could not exactly define, but she
felt tolerably certain that it would not meet
with his approval. Mr.. de Vaux was Of
French parentage, though American born ;
he was Papist, like all his family and then
be had no settled employment in life, but
spent his time in leisure and amusement-all
of which circumstances she knew would rem
der him distasteful to Mr.. Graham, even
though be should find nothing personally oh.
jectionable in him. In poor Cbarlotte's eyes
he was hero-but then be was her first low.
er, and such an ardent one! Many who are
heroes in their admirers eyes are not made OF
sounder stuff than was this volatile, dandi6ed
Franco-American, who, while playing the de-
voted swain, and pouring protestations OF un-
dying affection into Charlottes ears, had an
undoubted eye in secret to the large fortune
which, it was currently reported, che would
share equally at her uncle's death with her
cousin Arthur-which, as some said, there
was even possibility of her inheriting out
and out. -.--.--.-s-
| It was already dusk when they parted. but
Charlotte though in fear and trepidasion on
account of the lateness of the hour, could not
do otherwise than pay her visit to Sophia
Wells-else how could she account for her
long absence from home2 She almost few
thither, found, to her relief, that her friend
was out, left a card, and then bent her steps
toward her uncle's house, feeling that she
had really accomplished great deal that af'
E1,o be Continued.7