Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-06-13
CHE Sturp Teller.
FIERY STEED.

May worth the many beautiful songs which
have been sung in her praise. She came
dancing along after her sister April had
lust left in a shower of tears-with bright
smile upon her lips, and wondrous rain
bow halo about her head.
The young naples began to blush in happy
consciousness of her approach, and the dell.
cate pink and white blossoms on the orchard
trees opened their dainty leaves and shyly
flung q welcoming fragrance over the soft
clear air.
All through the fields and meadows, the
wales and woodlands, and over the hills, ran
the vioets and trailing arbutus and May
buds and daisies and their sister flowers, tell
ing the glad tidings of sunny days and moon
lit nights and lovely butterflies and spark.
ling rain-drops and busy humming bees and
the birds swinging on slender green boughs'
sang in sweet twittering notes to each other,
"Neighbor, soon we shall see the roses.'
Along pleasant, winding, lonely country
road, with splendid great apple and pear trees
standing on either side, and the spring flowers
dotting the green carpet so thickly that the
green is almost hidden, comes slowly, on this
poets May-day, diminutive, old, odd.look-
ing white horse, drawing small market.
wagon filled with household furniture, &C
compapied by an enormous shaggy Newfound-
land dog and as pretty country maid as ever
MIXED COW or made pat of golden butter.
The broad -brimmed straw hat she wears
shades low brow to which clings babyish
rings of hair the color of the glossy, satin
smooth buttercups, pair OF lnnocently ro'
guish eyes, cheeks brown with an underlying
tinge of rose, charming red-lipped mouth,
and firm, round chin.
Across the brow, however, at this moment
fits the shadow of frown, and look of
comic perplexity comes into the sweet young
face. The oddlooking horse has stopped
in the middle of the road, and remains per-
fectly motionless, staring directly before him,
save when he bends his head to take nibble
at the fowerthick grass, as though oblivious
of everything under the sun except the tran
guilty of the June-like May afternoon.
"Oh Charley, Charley 60 on-do that's
dear!' coaxes the young girl, coming to his
side and gently patting his head with her lit
tie brown ungloved hand but Charley mere.
ly whisks too.famliar fly away with his
forlorn old tail, and makes no further sign.
Charley. good horse, Charley-oh! why
didn't bring some carrots with me ?-Char-
ley, you bad, bad fellow, if you don't 60 on,
I'll whip you as sure as you stand there
Come, be darling" And thus she alternate
ly begs and threatens, Lion assisting in dog
language, with an occasional dash at the
heels of his obstinate equine friend; but Char
ley refuses to "be darling" plants his feet
more firmly than ever. and never stirs; and
at last with an air of resignation, she goes
back to the path, seats herself on a rude seat
formed by nature of the gnared roots OF
mishappen old tree, and waits patiently for at
least ten minutes. At the end of this time
Charley looks about with a just. waked-up
expression in his eyes, as who should say,
"Dear dear I quite forgot there was work
to be doue," and starts off with quick steps
that gradually become slower and slower.
With sig OF relief the young girl arises
and follows-Lion, bounding back from the
wood, where he has been making hasty ex-
plorations, having it in his mind that his
mistress is not to be left without his protection
for more than two minutes at time, takes
his place at her sde-and the perplexed look
fades away into smile that brings to light
two rows of pearl-wbite teeth.
But, alas the smile is premature. In an.
other ten minutes, again overcome by the
beauty and peacefuness of the day, Charley
falls into reverie, stops once more, and once
more refuses most decidedly to 'go on
And in this manner does that dreadful horse
behave for whole hour, making short paus'
es, until finally coming to the conclusion that
there had been quite enough of this sort of
thing, he deliberately drags the wagon to the
side of the road, takes up his station beneath
wide spreading oak and proceeds to MUNICH
the young grass at his feet, with look in his
eyes that says as plainly as words, From this
spot move me if you can"
"Oh Charley Charley how can you?"
begins the young girl, loudly aud indignantly,
following him with small brown hands clasp
ed beseechingly. "Oh! you wicked, wicked
Charley"
"Did you call me p asks masculine voice,
to her great establishment; and as with
slight start she turns in the direction of the
voice she sees young man walking rapidly
toward her, the sound of his approaching
footsteps having been completely lost in the
inquring bow-wows of her canine guardian
"Did you call mef' he repeats.
mo, Sir" she replies, blushing prettiy, and
looking at him with frank, child like eyes;
81 was speaking to the horse. Be still, Lion"
beg Pardon. 1 thought for an instant
you were speaking to me. 1t seems have
the honor of being namesake of your fiery
steed. But you are in trouble. What is the
matter? Can help you in any way?
"There's nothing very serious the matter
she says, with SMILE awe are moving TO-
day, and father went on ahead long while
ago, having some business to settle with our
new landlord, and he must be at this very
moment waiting for me at the new house, and
wondering what in the world has become of
me. 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-that Lion and |
could look after Charley and the furniture;
but Charley, who generally behaves very we'll,
has been agfully contrary, and has stopped
every few moments, and the consequence is we
have been already two hours on the journey
that should have taken US but one, and there's
Just as long distance to 60 yet; and with
Charley-oh! you wicked Understanding
under that tree, I don't know how we are ever
to get to Grasstown."
dts almost as bad plight as the old wo.
man was in with her pig, when he wouldnt
20 under the the stile, and she was afraid she
couldn't get home that night" laughs the
young mana nce.looking fellow he is, with
gentleman stamped on every feature of his
handsome face. "But suppose cut switch ?
Perhaps that, used with discretion, might
have some influence on the fiery steed."
"Oh no, that would never do!'' she says,
,hL;no bar baad emnhaticalIy "Charley