Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-10-05

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together, and horrid little boy wanted tt
put some earWigs down my back, and you
wouldn't let him."
II gave him jolly thrashing and made hin
eat one of his own earwigs. And the second
time saw you Lefty, you cried because
made you sit in cherry tree and wouldn't
allow you to come down until you had eater
the cherries | had picked for YOU"
"And my French governess cried also, and
said you had bad heart"
$50 she did. Well, the third time we met
YOU were grown up and wouldn't speak to me
at all, so it was my duty to he in Coventry
"And how about Jerry p asked after a
pause.
sShe is in the sand-pit, probably. 1 tried to
upset the trap to save us from worse destruc-
tion. 1 didn't know exactly what to do
added Tom, ingeniously. "But the old mare
disapproved of my plans, and split us, and
went on her way rejoicing."'
sOh, Tom ~
$50. now YOU must walk home, Lefty. Or
stay, let us 90 as far as that white farmhouse.
1t will do you good to rest q bit, anyhow"
We walked awhile, and then, at a turn in
the road, we came ttosJerFy, quietly grazing by
the hedges, the broken reins hanging loosely
about her neck, and the old dog-cart, scarcely
injured. still at her heels. She allowed Tom
to 20 up to her and stroke her neck and exam
inc her hooks and fetlocks with learned hand,
and led her, flor she was not in the least hurt
in the direction of the farm.
Then Tom, who was master in such work,
embarrassed Jerry and took her round to the
stables, tended her and washed her, and mend
ed the dog-cart with sundry ropes and bits OF
wood, thereby earning the unbounded admra-
tion and respect of half dozen loutish labor
ers, while sat in the good wfe's 'sparlor drink
ing tea, and endeavoring to ascertain the exact
ages of her nine children.
1t was late afternoon, almost evening, when
Tom and l set out on our hOmeWard drive.
The aspect. of the landscape had altogether
changed The sun, though not set yet, was
hidden behind bank of shining clouds ; the
quiet sea lay like FURNISHED silver in the dis
tance. The greenness Of the earth seemed to
have given place to subtle and harmonious
grey, and over our happy spirits had fallen
radiant veil of silent. calm delight, that was
somewhat similar. Tom drove slowly ; every
now and then he turned toward me his joyous,
loving eyes, andI stole my hand gently into
his.
1t was dark when we reached home. Aunt
Nab was in an agony Of kindly solicitude,
anxiously expecting us.
"Why, Letty-why, my dear, how late you
are -
"Oh, no, it is not late, aunty, surely"
':But it is. And you have had such long
day, you poor dear and you have been with
Tom after all. Why, was positively afraid
something had happened. Has he been very
rude, my dear, and bothered you very
much"
''oh, Aunt Nab, Tom is really never very
rude!"
"Well, don't know you said so yourself,
sometimes. But, never mind, the longest day
comes to an end, child.'
s'Dear Aunt Nab, it has been lovely day
only am sorry it is over."
NV aunt started at me with undsguised
amazement. "Have you lost your senses,
child 20
''She did at one time," said Tom composed
ly. '"But she has found them now"
And then he laughed, a happy and very loud
laugh that sometimes did not jar upon my
nerves in the least, and then he seized Aunt
Nab by both her hands and hugged her rap
turousy.
''The truth is, Lefty and are going to be
married, and so we mean to spend many long
days together"
"Well,n said Aunt Nab, as soon as she had
regained her breath, ''people do say that it is
we'll to begin with little aversion"
DuI ~ GuC SdiC, P'S"oNN A'AoO
herently.
"Ah, I see," said Aunt Nab, nodding her
head.
But she did not see, quite For none but
Tom and could possibly know how happy we
were at that time, and what is more, none can
know how truly and intensely happy we have
been since then. Weneyer quarrel noW-nev-
er think we got through all our quarreling
beforehand. Some folks get tired of their love
making before long, but we have still a great
deal of that in the future, trust. We have
bought new dog-cart, and when Tom and
90 contentedly driving up and down the steep
Devonshire lanes, Aunt Nab smiles and calls
us Darby and Joan. And sometimes when
Tom is in quiet poetic mood (which doesn't
happen very often, by-the-by) whisper to him
softly, as 1 lean my face against his broad
shoulder :.
''Dear Tom, let us pray that we may live
long, long years together, and then at last l.
shall say to you
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And many a canty day, John,
We've had wi ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll 60,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.'