Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-02-05
"And talks three languages-no, four"

"You have described sort of Admirable
Crichton," said the former "He would be
amused, I think, to hear your praises: Bu
you don't expect Jennie to put implicit faith
in all that you have told her, do you ?"
"Well, she'll bee for herself, when he
comes" said Maude.
"What is an Admirable Crchton,' mann
ma?' asked Florence.
Before her mother could reply, footsteps
were heard on the stairs, and both exclaiming
"There he is now!" the two little girls rushed
simultaneously to the door. There was a
sound of laug Inter, kisses and welcoming on
the landing, and then they returned in tri'
umpb, dragging between them slight, good
looking young man of twenty.four or five
who, good -naturedly, submitted to their bols
ferrous demonstrations. .....-.,...
Gently, gently, little ones," said their
mother, as she rose from her chair, and meet.
ing the newcomer with extended hands, she
warmly expressed her pleasure at his Isy a5Tiys5 q
Then he was Introduced to Jennie as mi,
Eugene St. Orme," and after this introduction
he sat down to be desso1sd afresh by Maude
and Florence, while lie answered Mrs. Stan
ley's questions concerning his journey, etc., as
we'll as he could, between their caresses,
"Come, think this will do;," said their
mother, presently. "Maude, come off Eu,
genes knee. Remember, he is tired, and be-
sides, you have grown too tall to be so baby.
ish Florrie, you may run off to Pierre and
make inquiries about that pdte, and the rest
of the lunch Then I can get chance to
look at Eugene little, and hear what he has
to say"
The children obeyed, and while Mrs. STAN
ley and their guest conversed, Jennie had an
opportunity to study the face of the latter, at
her leisure 1t was not strictly handsome
face-certainly not handsome, as compared
with another more youthful one, that she re-
membered. 1t was we'll featured, fair and re-.
fined, and it's expression Of kindliness and
cheerful good humor, was very attractive.
His eyes were bright, soft blue, and their
glance was both merry and intelligent. Light
brown hair clustered in short waves about his
forehead, and heavy but silky moustache,
some shades lighter than the hair, shaded his
upper lip. In figure he was slender, but we'll
built, of medium height. with very symmet.
rical hands and feet. His dress, though of
inexpensive material, was faultless in its cut,
and evidently fresh from the tailor's hands.
Mrs. Stanley made some playful allusion to
the latter fact, to which he replied, gayly-
"Oh, yes, my clothes we're literally in rags.
I had walked and climbed until / had moth
ing left but my swallow tailed coat and my
best boots, and so had to get complete outfit
to make myself presentable before coming
here"
"When did you get to Paris?' asked Mrs.
Stanley.
"Oh am but Just arrived. Of course
came here the first thing. These clothes were
made in London. stopped there couple
of days. Don't you observe the English
cut?'
"They look very nice, however"
"Yes, but foc dress suit commend me to
a Partisan tailor. l must see Fourgeaux to-
morrow"
"And how did you enjoy the Highlands ?"
Immensely lnever had pleasanter tour.
By the way, in Edinburgh came across some
friends of yours-people you met in Baden
once"
"Who were they?"
II declare, 1 believe I have forgotten their
name! Or stay-let me see, it was something
beginning with an E. Euston-Eustace-
yes, Eustace was the name. recollect per.
fectly now. A good looking, middle-aged
gentleman, with lot Of pretty daughters-so
many that they were hard to count"
"Oh, Mr.. Eustace! l remember him per-
fectly. A very nice, gentlemanly man. One
of the girls-Louise, | thinks quite beau
ty."
"They're all beauties. The little one, Nina,
will be the handsomest of all. They beg.
ged to be most particularly remembered to
you and the children"
"The children indeed" echoed Florence,
who had just re-entered the room. "Nina
Eustace is as much of child as / am. NAM
ma, lunch is ready, and the pate isn't bit
spoiled, "she added in stage whisper.
"Come then, we will 60 to lunch" said
Mrs. Stanley, rising. Il dare say you are
hungry after your journey, Eugene. We
won't wait for Mr.. Stanley. l never know
at what hour to expect him in the afternoon" :"
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