Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-01-15
She carried the little orphan into the sitting.

to the farm. AL CnlS Illne GuWdlu Iemaiuo
invisible, but afterward, Mrs. Thorndalc hav
ing left the room, he emerged from his retire
ment and shyly presented himself before tn
new conner. The latter, not having befor
been aware of the presence of boy in tn
house, gazed on him with surprise, and finally
in dainty, sweet little voice, like the chirl
of young bird, asked 49, ..
whats your name, little boy?"
Edward" was the reply.
Edward Thorudale?'
"No, Edward Hall.
"Where did you come from? ?"
"From behind that curtain, in the big win
dow" ., ..E .....s. .-
eyes. J."
call the time ?"
eyes it's my home"
as Mrs. Thorndale your grandma p
mo, she's my friend. She takes care o.
me-" .a- .,..ss f.# D.:
a"Shes my cousin. She says must cal
her Cousin Martha. What do you call her 2
ooh! call her Mrs Thorndale. She's
not my cousin, you know"
"No relation at all 2"
"No. Your names Jennie, isn't it p asked
Edward, anxious to change the subject.
"My names Mary Eugenia Lyle, but I'm
called Jennie. Are you an orphan%
eyes, suppose So"
"Suppose so! Why, don't you know
Amt your papa and mamma dead ! Mine
are; my mamma died just two weeks ago
That's what have on this black frock for.
I don't like to wear it, it's so ugly; but
have to. Did you have to wear black when
your mamma died?" w ..>r.."t
'Of course not; was a baby. don't re-
member anything about her" said Edward,
bluntly.
"oh! that's different. Have you lived
here ever since"
eyes"
81 think I shall like it here" pursued the
little damsel, glancing around with critical
air. Edward, watching her furtively, as she
sat gravel inspecting her surroundings with
her small hands folded in her lap, felt in
stinctively that she was being of different
type from any that he had hitherto known ;
certainly widely different from the girls who
occupied the feminine department Of the dis.
trict school which he attended. There was a
grace and deicacy about her quite foreign to
his eyes, and in contemplating this it filled
him with secret charm, all the more potent
because it was so new. He had seen girls,
perhaps, as pretty. There were curly heads,
and azure eyes, and rosy cheeks and lips,
among the pupils of Mr.. Warmers school ;
but their beauty was rustic and coarse, COM
pared with the wax.doll dantiness Of aspect
that seemed to shed a mystic sweetness and
refinement around little Jennie Lyle. speak
only of his impressions; probably it was the
mere contrast between her and his other &C.
quaintances, which wrought upon him SO
strongly in this first meeting; but at all
events the impression was not afterward les.
sened, nor likely to be as long as the charm
of contrast remained unbroken. Possibly, at
some future day, if his experiences should
widen and his acquaintance become more
diffused, he might recall, with smile, the
thrill of almost reverential admiration with
which he secretly paid tribute to her lowell
ness now.
"Let's 20 out" said Jennie at last, as, all
unconscious of the sentiments she had in.
spired, she slipped down from the chair on
which she had been perched. "Don't you
like to play out of doors?'
"Yes III show you the farm, if you like,
replied Edward with alacrity. As they walk
ed out through the back porch into the gar.
den, sweet with old-fasbioned smells, Jennie
slipped her hand confdingly into his. She
was not shy, and friendly, home feeling
had already taken possession of her heart.
"What a nice old garden Our house
didn't have any garden, only common lit
tie yard. There was one flower bed in front,
but my mamma was most always sick and
couldn't attend to it, so it was all covered
with weeds, and looked horrid. Mamma
was a-what do you call it? Something that
means feeling badly all the time"
"Invalid, suggested Edward.
"No, not that; particular kind of feeling
badly, l mean. Oh I know; dyspeptac.
The doctor said she had dyspepsia, and was
nervous. I'm not bit nervous. never
want to cry and fret, as she used to be doing.
Poor mamma l do think she wasn't bit
happy. She used to say so often that she
wished she was dead. So I suppose, now
that she's got her wish, she feels good deal
happier, don'tyou?"
81 suppose people are happy when they 60
to Heaven" said Edward rather hesitatingly,
for the question was puzzling one to him.
"Yes, and that's why know | oughn't to
cry but | do crv sometimes-at night" pur'
sued Jennie, with plaintive infection in her
voice. 81 get lonesome then +; | used to sleep
in little cot in mammals room. But new
er was with her much in the day time; she
said | made her nervous. Oh what a mon
strous dog"
"He won't hurt you," said Edward reassu
ringly, as he warded off the somewhat rough
advances of old Rover, the big mastiff, who
sprang suddenly toward them from his ken
mel just outside the garden gate. It gave him
a delightfully."- protective and important feel
ing to have her clinging to his arm. and te
know that she regarded him as her defender
in moment of peril. Rover, who had only
meant to be cordial, was easily quieted, anc
retired to lie down again and blink at the
setting sun as the two children, shutting tht
gate behind them, went on their way to the
farm-yard. 1t was milking time, and the cows
were just be driven in. They were anoth
er source of alarm to the little city-bred girl
who had never seen so many horned animals
in a group before. Edward had to sootht
her again, and showed her how gentle they
were, and how placidly they stood to ALLOW
him to rub their foreheads and pat their sleeE
sides; but she soon pulled him away, saying
she would rather 60 on the outside Of the fenc'
and see them MIXED. They visited the BARI
and orchard and took run across the hay
field; peeped into the stable where the horse
whinnied gently at Edward in token Of recog
milton and esteem, and finally, after wall
along the river.bank, got ride on belatet