The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1878-06-25
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you p began the young girl loudly and
Indignantly. following him with small
brown hands claspea beseechingly. 'Oh,
you wicked, wicked. CHARLEY "
Did you call me p asked a masculine
voice. to her great astonishment; and as
with start she turns towards the voice
she saw young man walking rapidly
toward her the sound Of his approach
ing footsteps were lost in the inqn'rlng
bow.wows of her canine guardian. Did
you call me'' he repeats.
No. SIR she replied, blushing pref
lily. and looking at him with frank,
childlike eyes. 4 was speaking to the
horse
BEG pardon. thonght for m in
slant that YOU was talking to me. 1t
seems that I have tho honor of being
the namcsake of your frey s'eed. but
you are in trouble, what is the matter !
Can l help you in any way
There's nothing very serious the
matter. she SAID with snlle. we afe
moving to-day. and father went on
ahead long time ago, having some
business to settle with our new landlord.
and he must he at this very moment
waiting for me at the new honse, aud
wondering what in The world has be-
come of inc. You see We have no boys
in our family, and the other girls are
younger than myself, and father and
mother both thought-this being very
Quiet road-'hat Lion an could look
after Charley and the furniture; but
Charley. who generally behaves very
well, has been awfully contrary, and
ha, stopped every few moments, and the
cons quence is We have been already
two honrs nm a journey that should
have taken MS but one. and there's Just
as long distance to 90 yet; and with
Chsrlcy-oh. g you wicked horse =
standing under that tree, | don't know
how We are ever to get t"Grass'own.
It's almost as hard plight as the
old woman was in with her pig, when
he wouldn't 90 under the stile, and che
was afraid she couldn't get home that
night laughed the young mana nice
looking young man he is, with gentle
man stamped on every feature of his
handsome face. But suppose | cut you
a switchS Perhaps that, used with
discretion. MY Sht have some influence
on the frey steed.' "a
oh, M. that would never do, she
says, shaking her head emphatical'y.
Charley was never whipped in his life,
He'd be so scared at the very sight of
switch that I bclipre he'd run away. !
.wouldu't that be desirable thing,
under the circumstances ? asked the
ynung man with II smile, the idea of
tho old horse. Whose principal object
s,ep.d DOT to move, as running away
struck hlm 40 bcing inexpressibly
comic. and thinking "bicss her dear
little heart" he continued: well, since
YOU refuse tho switch, will try how
cnum mauI in tie masculine voice will
affect him. lie then commanded; Go
lcng. Charley
Charley started, turned his head to-
ward the >prax"r, recognized master,
backed away from the oak, and went
agay on quick walk.
We'll, the IDEA exclaimed the young
mistress.
And now, with your permission, I'll
accompany yon to the end Of your
iorrrey. for | am sure if leave you.
Charley gill note my absence. aud stop
under the Grst shade tre'.
'Oh, no. indeed. you must hot, say'
the pretty maid. You were going
in an entirely different direction. l
could not think of taking you so far ont
of your way. Many thanks for your
kind offer, but indeed I could not.
Charley will behave well, now, won't
;og Char.ey%
Good heavens. i neFe, knew ny
name was so musical before, thinks the
Young man. and then he explains: Il
was going in an entirely different dl'
rec,ion, but ! missed my train at the
last station, aud if had waited for
another. would La2a had to stop Tor
two hours for another, but being rather
upatient by nature, and being tempted
by the fine day, set out to walk to my
destination. it being the next village,
and now, if return with you, | stall
haze lauoh pleasanrer walk, catch the
next train, and lqse 70 time ut all, Lion
rpproves Of my plan, don't you L'oa :
and Lion. Usually suspicious OF stran.
gers, came up and rubbed his cold
sweaty nose against h is hand
And so the two young people march
ed along side by side, crushing the
pretty flowers under their feet as they
20, and Charley looking back every now
and then, out Of the corner of his right
eye, 10 ses if the masculine voice
is still there, never taltering Lut kdePs
steadily on winding his way. After few
moments silence the innocent little
r,aid raised her blue cycs-they have
been hiddsa Iy ;hs long lashes-and
SAYS in shy voice
you said you were. going to Daisy
vile. havo lived there all my life"
Not very long time, says the
young man, VIII smile.
Seventeen years. | was barn qnd
nv three sisters were born in the same