The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1878-06-05

tlere' never lalterS, Dut Keeps bteaully
on winding his way. After a few mo-
ments' silence the innocent little maid
raises her blue eyes-they have
been hidden by the long lashes-and
says, in a shy voice:
"You said you were going to Daisy
vile. have lived there all my life"
"Not a very long time" says the
young man, with q smile.
Seventeen years. I was born and
my three sisters were born in the same
little farm house we are leaving now"
and a tear trembles on the long lashes
and rolls down the round rosy cheek.
The young man looks at the tear with
pitying wonder.
"And were you happy theres" he asks.
$50 happy" replies the girl, "that
we fear we never will be half as happy
anywhere else. And"-a sudden light
breaking over her FACET believe that
is what ais Charley. He knows it isn't
right that we should be going to q
strange place, and does his best, poor
fellow, to prevent our going"
"Undoubtedly," gravely assents her
companion. "But why, if you will per-
NIT mt to ask, are you bidding farewell
to DaisyvilleG G'long, Charley" as
Charley evinces a desire to listen to the
conversation.
"Father didn't own the place. he
had it on a long lease, which ran out
the very week "a month ago. u old
landlady died, and her heir-a nephew
and his mother are coming to take pos
session of the estate, and they want our
farmhouse for their gardener, When
Mrs. Marks was alive her gardener had
rooms over the stable, and very comfort
able rooms they were, too, and the
kitchen-garden was just back of the big
house. But I suppose the new people
are more stylish than the old ones, and
want their kitchen-garden larger and
farther away than Mrs. Marks's. was, and
so they take us from u home, and
we are obliged to move to Grasstown."
"And are your father and mother as
much attached to Daisyville as you and
your sisters are ?" he asks.
"Even more attached to it," she an
swers, eff that be possible. It almost
breaks my heart to see mothers sad
face. But I must try to make my new
home as bright for them as I can-that
is, if ever I get there. Oh, DEAR how
verJ unfortunate that Charley should
have taken it into his head to be SO
naughty this day of all othersl"
"On the contrary, I think, Miss
Gray"-it has TRANSFERRED that her name
is Bessie Gray-"thai it is the most
fortunate thing that could have hap
pened."
Her blue eyes and red mouth open in
wonder.
Because answered the look-"ii
Charley had behaved well instead Of
badly, you would have been at Grass
town long before this, and I should
not have had the pleasure of meeting
you. And now I am about proposing
something which will seem extremely
absurd to you, although in reality the
wisest thing that could be done under
the circumstances. Suppose we turn
Charley's head in the direction of his
old home, and see what speed he will
make then ?"
"But," looking at him half frightened
as Lion bounds forward with a loud Joy
full bark to meet a stalwart old man who
comes suddenly around a corner, his hat
in one hand and a red silk handkerchief
in the other, and who shouts the moment
he catches sight of her.
"Why, girl. where have you been ?
What or earth's the matter2"
Bessie leaves unfinished the "But"-
begun speech, and runs laughingly
to him, and taking the hat from his
hand, fans him energetically while she
explains, "Charley was the matter,
father. You can't think how aggravat-
ing he's been. He wouldn't go until
this gentleman with another pretty
blush was kind enough to make him
CO."
The old man looked keenly at the
young one. "And pray where did you
come from, and who may you be?" he
sharply.
CT will tell you where I came from,
and how l happened to meet your
at some future time. Mean
while you will learn from this who T am"
a'card to the old farmer, on
which was engraved, "Charles Marks,
Sour old landlady's nephew and
heir 2"
"The same, at your service; and hav-
ing no desire, in spite of my agents
arrangements to the contrary, to begin
my life in Daisyviile by turning sc wor-
thy a tenant" Gin his heart he added,
" with SO pretty a daughter 4" out of
the house he has occupied so many
years, I was just proposing 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 old home"
care you quite i'll earnest, sir?"
"Never more SO in my life. Whoa,
Charley, poor old boy p and around
went horse and wagon, and off started
the fiery steed so fast that they could no
longer follow him, Lion, "leaping
yard in the air in the exuberance of his
delight, galloping by his side. -.
"He's all right" said the old man,
his face beaming with happiness. "And
won't mother look wonderfully sur
prised when she sees him coming up the
lane. don't know how to thank you
sir"
"Don't thank me. I deserve no
thanks" says Charles Marks, holding
aside z low-hanging tree branch that
Bessie may pass under.
"And the new gardener?" asks Bessie.
looking back at him.
evil have the rooms over the stable.
You know you said they were very COM
Portable"
"But your train1" persists Bessie,
with the first CLEAN of coquetry that
ever sparkled in her blue eyes.
"I'd much rather walk" says Mr..
Marks.
When next the blossoms are on the
orchard trees and the spring flowers are
running wild through the grass there is
q new mistress at the big housein Daisy
ville-a pretty little thing, with lovely
blue eyes, bright golden hair, and q
sweet cheerful voice. Her name is Bes-
sid, and she is the idol Of her husband,
and, strange as it may appear, the be-
loved of her mother-in-law.
And intho stable, as we'll, nay, better,
cared for than the handsome ponies and
the splendid chestnut, is d old, white,
odd-looking horse, called Charley, his
days of toll all over, and all his ways
ways of p~leasantness, and all his paths
paths of peace.-Harpers Weekly.