The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1878-06-25

to Daisyville?' 'G'long.. Charley a'
Charley evinces desire to listen to th,
conversation.
Father didn't own The place. He
had it on long lease. which ran out
the very week "a month ago. our old
landlady died. and b. hcir-a nephew
and his mother arc coming to take pos
session Of the estate, and they want our
farmhouse for their gardener. Wien
Mrs. Marks was alive her gardener lad
rooms over the stables. and very comfort.
able rooms they were ton. aud tn"
kitchcn- garden was jnst back Of the big
honse. But I suppose the new people
are more stylish than the old ones. and
want their kitchen garden larg.r and
farther away than Mrs. Marss's was.
and 81 thcy take us from our home. End
we are obliged to move to Grass'o~n.'
'Anl are your father and mother as
much attached to Daisyvillc as you and
your sisters are 2 he ases.
Even more attached toit." she an
swers, if that be possible. IL almost
breaks my heart to see mothers s.d face.
But I must try to make my new hcm"
as bright fnr them as | can that is, 1t
ever I get there. Oh. dear. how very
unfortunate that Charley should have
,oLon. - into bis head to be 20 naughty
this day of all othersp ~"
'On the contrary, think, Miss Gray
it has transpired that her namo il
Bessie Gray-'that is the most fortunate
thing that could have happened
Her blue eyes and red mouth open
in wonder.
.Bccause'-answer.d the lo'k-lf
Charley had behaved well instead OF
badly, you would Lave been ut Grass
town long before this, and should not
have had the pleasure Of meeting you
And now am about proposing some
thingswhich will seem extremely absurd
to YOU. although in reality the wisest
thing that conld be done under the cir
cumstances. Suppose We turn Charley 8
head in the direction of'his- old home.
and see what speed he will make
then?'
.Bnt.' looking at him half frightened
as Lion bounds forward with loud JOY.
ful bark to meet stalwnrt old man who
comes suddenly around corner, his hat
in one hand and red silk handkerchief
in the other, and who shouts the moment
he catches sight of her.
WHY. gil where have you been 7
What on earth the matter? p @
Bessie leaves Snfinishedahe But
.,errn spcech. and runs laushingly ia
him. and taking the hat from h', hand
fans him chergetica,ly @h'h she eY
plains, 'GharlSy was the matter. father
You can't think how aggravaiing he''
been. He wouldn't 90 until this gen
tIeman" with another pretty blush
..vas Kind enough to make him 60
The old man looked k"cnly at th'
younu on.. And pray where did y"r
come from and who may you b. !? he
asked sharply.
4 will tel you whore I came from
and low T,rrpenrd t" meet yonr dangh
ter at some future time. Meauwhi''
YOU will learn from this who am'--
handing n card to the old farmer. or
which was engraved, Charles Marks
Jun
Our oh landlady's nephew and
hcir?'
The same, at your service; aud hav'
inc no desire, in spite Of my agents ar
ranr.mqn.s to tho contrary, to begin my
lie in Daisyrille 10y turning so worthy
n tenant (in his heart he added, with
so pretty dauahtrr') out Of the house
he has occupied so mony years, | was
just peoposin: to Miss Gray, as you
made your appearance that Charley
should be stopped in his mad career, and
once for all be turned toward his olt
home.
Are you quite in earnest, sir|
Never mere so in my life. Whoa
Charley. poor old boy! and around
went horse and wagon, and on startec
the fiery stced so fast that they could NJ
longer follow him, Lion, "leaping yarc
in tho air" in the exuberancc of bis de-
light, gailoping BY his side.
HIe's all right, said the cd man, hi
face beamng with happiness. 'Ant
won t mother look wonderfully surprised
when she sees him coming up the lane
I don't know how to thank you SIR
Don't thank me. deserve ne
ihapks,' gays Charley Marks, hoIdini
aside low hanging tree branch tha
Bessie may pnss under.
And tho new gardener ? asks Bessie
looking back at him.
will have the rooms over the stable
You know you said they were very
comfortable"
But your train p persists Bessie
with the first CLEAN of coquetry tha
ever sparkled in her blue eyes.
I'D much rather walk says MIR
Marks.
When tho next blossoms are on the
orchard trees and the spring flowers are
running wild through the grass thore i.
a new mistress at the big house in Daisy
ville--a pretty little thing, with lovely
blue eyes, bright goldcd hair, and
sweet cheerful voice. Her came is Bes
sic, and she is the idol Of her husband,
and, strange as il may appear, the be-