Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1881-05-19


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A little gymnastic exercise brought him
down from the scafold, through the window,
and into very elegant chamber.
Hum" said he "a woman's ROOM"
There were paintings, statues, ormolu or
namen:s, and forty other luxuriant nothings,
such as women of taste love to gather around
them. A guitar reposed on the bed, with
some books in French and Latin. The couch
itself bore the impress of form, as if the
tutelar deity of the chamber had been lying
down and passing her time with music and
literature. There was portfolio open upon
the table, with pretty water color sketch,
half finished we'll stocked library in the
corner bore evidence of the cultivated taste
of the occupant, and everything about the
chamber, from the bed with its shower of
snowy curtains falling from a massive gilt
ring to the canary bird in the window, be-.
spoke refinement and delicacy Of the occu.
pant of the apartment seldom found, except
in young and beautiful women, who aspire to
have their surroundings like themselves.
"Something elegant about this" said Joe,
gathering up the scattered papers, and placing
them beneath a paper weight on the escri'
toire. IL. must investigate this. Here's an
opening for splendid bit Of romance-poor
youngs carpenter and rich love y young wo.
man, eh? Lord bless me, there has been
bushels of novels written on the same plot." ="
After hurried examination Of the room,
he regained his scaffold, and consuming his
lunch, set once more about his labors, little
more hopeful than before.
Thus passed week. Joe got in very
impudent habit of entering the chamber al
most daily in the hopes of meeting the occu-
pant of so charming temple. He became
familiar with all the books and music, whis-
tied the canary into convulsion of song and
drove himself hall crazy with the speculation
upon the fair unknown.
He had heard her sing very sweetly of a
morning when she opened the window, and
just caught glimpse of her form but she,
seeing him, had Withdrawn suddenly, and he
had not been able to discover whether she
was as beautiful as rose or ugly as camel.
He had found 81 half6nished sonnet on the
table, and several long, 6ne, brown hairs, ap,
pareutly plucked out in fit of abstracted
meditation.
He had found CATERS of delicate colors and
wonderful smallness gloves of corresponding
delicacy; and tasteful and artistic dresses and
sacques.
What will you say, oh, my matter.offact
and practical reader, when tell you that my
friend Joe Conway fell in love with woman
he had not seen-one of whom he knew next
to nothing?
Quite naturally the erection of the cornice
progressed but slowly. The master. carpenter
wondered at it ; but Joe assured him every
morning that it would only take day or
two longer.
One fine afternoon Joe found, lying on the
escritoire, an essay on music. written In the
same beautiful hand which he had so often
seen and admired on the margin of books
and papers in the chamber. Grown imper-
tnent to an alarming degree, he laid down
the saw which he had unconsciously brought
with him, aud perused the essay carefully.
1t was we'll written and powerful, but there
was an error in the philosophy. 1t would
be dull for me to, explain here the mistake
which Joe saw at once 1t is enough that
the fair writer had confused the laws which
govern melody and harmony, and Joe de-
voutly wished an opportunity to point out the
error to her who had made it.
He was just nteditating an epistle to be
left with the essay when the door opened,
and his deesSe lnc0nnue entered
Figure to yourself young girl-say of
nineteen or twenty-whose every line and
contour spoke of grace and health whose
peach-tinted cheeks, bright eyes, and lips
like the inner fold Of some tropic shell, told
of vivacity, freshness, and purity. Her hair
was of the peculiar pale brown-almost a
wood color-which may perhaps be best de-
scrbed as a mingling of ashy and golden
tints, and fell in tangled masses-half ring
lets, half disorder--on each side Of neck
white and delicate as the petals of the
camelia.
She did not scream when she saw the car
penter sitting coolly in her arm chair, max
ing himself objectionably at home. She only
opened her lxge gray eyes, hesitated mo-
ment and said
"Well, sir" with an accent between sur
prise and disdain.
Joe rose and bowed politely.
"What do you wish, sir ?"
Joe was somewhat put to his trumps.
81 wished to see what kind of a fairy in
habited so delightful domain"
Truly nice speech for a journeyman car
penter to make to Commodore Huntington s
only daughter.
"Possibly, you are not aware that you are
intruding, sir. You will oblige me by de-
parting
Certainly" said Joe, now in full enjoy
ment of the romance of the thing, 'certainly
I will go; but you must pardon me one
thing-I wish to explain little question Oh
which you have doubts. Harmony in mu
sic appeals to the intellectual or reasoning
portion of the soul-melody to the passions
and feelings"
The young girl looked little alarmed
and drew back a step or two.
"No!" said he. divining her thoughts, 81
am not insane. In your essay on music, you
say that "education refnes and intensi6es oul
perceptions of melody" You should have
said 'harmony,' for that rules the brain
which organ is susceptible to the influence o
education. Melody is lord of the heart alone
and you, mademoiselle, ought to be wei
aware that the heart cannot be taught elthe
in music or love"
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