Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-08-23
and hid herself for full two hours, to sob
out the current of her childish grief

"Who would think the child would have
attached so much importance to piece of
nonsense like that?" said she.
"Really, Pm afraid I have made mis-
take in allowing her to read SO many
novels"
"But she was always an impetuous little
creature"
| Rosa wrote several narrowing letters to
Mr.. Brabazon, all of which she tore up, and
when she saw the marriage proclaimed in
the papers she gave the big wax doll to a
little girl who was eleven years and six
months old.
"She won't have any associations connect
ed with it," sighed Rosa.
And about that time she was promoted to
higher grade in the school, began lessons
on the guitar, and put her unhappy love
affair out Of her mind.
It could not have been more than eight
years subsequently that the collision oc-
Cured on the Grand Canal at Venice, in
which one of the gondolas capsiZed, and a
beautiful young American lady, niece OF the
then United States consul, received an in
voluntary ducking.
Perhaps the romantically dressed Condo
liers were intoxicated; perhaps Miss Barony
had, as they asserted, risen hastily, to point
out something, and destroyed the balance
of the mouldy, black-velvet-lined old con-
veyance.
At all events, Miss Barony was upset, di-
rectly in front of the Palazzo di Silvia,
where Mr.. Brabazon occupied the first floor,
a marble paved desolation of old pictures !;
broken-nosed statues, and orange trees in
tubs"
Of course, Mr.. BrabazOn sent out his
valet to offer his services.
Of course, they carried Miss Barony in,
and laid her on sofa (draped with tapestry
which somebody said LucreZia Borgia had
helped to embroidery, and made much OF
her. ~.
''But how ridiculous all this u.s." said Miss
Barony, with merriment in her dark-blue
eyes.
''I am little wet, to.be sure, but other
wise l am entirely unharmed.
"Why didn't they put me in the gondola
again, and send me back to my uncle's
palazzo?"
Mr.: Barbazon, however, was far too hos
pitable for that.
His capped and spectacled old housekeep-
er was ready with spiced drinks, and great
baskets of grapes and cake, and he himself
was all politeness and chivalrous courtesy.
Miss Barony gazed curiously around.
How angelically beautiful she looked,
wrapped in the violet velvet cloak, edged
with ermine, her cheeks flushed with softest
rose, her eyes sparkling, her hair in fringe
of dark gold over her forehead.
Where is Lady Helen Brabazon ?" she
asked abruptly.
Mr.. Brabazon WINGED.
'She has been dead for year," he said.
81 am a widoWer."
''You were acquainted with my late
wife? p"
"Oh, no, not all y said Miss Barony.
"Only, of course, all the world had heard OF
her" 49,.
"She was a famous beauty wasn't she ?"
s'She was very lovely" said the widower.
When Miss Barony was carried away IN
a neWly-summoned gondola, whose pic
turesque oarsmen were more to be relied
upon than their predecessors, Mr.. Brabazon
asked permission to call at the consulate, to
inquire how she was, in the course of day
or two and Miss Barony accorded the per-
mission as a young queen might have done;
Miss Barony5 was young, beautiful ana
piquant.
Mr.. Brabazon, whose life had been nearly
badgered out Of him by the caprices, eXac-
tions and varying temper of the late Lady
lance; and at months end he came to Mr..
Barony, the United States consul, to ask
permission to press his suit with his niece.
Mr.. Barony looked conscious.
'sDidn't you know ?" said he.
"She is engaged"
Engaged !" repeated Mr.. Brabazon, his
heart seeming to turn to a lump of ice with
in him.
''Quite an old affair, l believe" said the
consul. g...
"But perhaps you had better see my niece
herself about it."
"I'll give her your message"
tiS,o no 1ooi6a fO c,1it bnrcalf0 ~
Miss Barony was pretter than ever, in her
cool muslin dress and pale blue ribbons as
she sat among the lessamines and pome-
granates of the consulate reception-room the
next day, to receive Mr.. BrabaZon.
He had speech carefully prepared, where
in all the nOmitatives and subjects were
carefully balanced, and the exact words sta
toned in their exact places; but he forgot it
all at the fair vision Of her perfect loveliness,
and could only stand helplessly before her
and say
'NIiss Barony, love you ~
$50 you have been driven to confess it at
last" said Miss Barony, "after gil these
years."
"I don't understand you," said Mr.. Bra
bacon.
ssYou have forgotten me-" said Rosa.
'tThat would be impossible" asseverated
Mr.. BrabaZOn earnestly.
'But it's the fact" said she.
81 am little Rosa Dale, who was engaged
to you, under the chestnut-trees at Amber
Hill, nine years ago, and here is the en-
gagement-ring, Kidding up slender golden
hoop, with al opal glimmeringin in its centre.
"No, Pm not at all surprised that you
didn't recognize me-"
II was child then-I am woman noW.'
"And after my parents death, when un-
Gle Barony adopted me, 1 took his name
instead of my own.
sBut never have got quite over the pang
ofbitter jealousy that piercedmy baby-heart
when you were married to Lady Helen
Hartford"
'But dare hope" began Mr.. Brabazon,
"that you still care a little for me ?"
81 know it seems like presumption,
but"
eyes, you may hope," whispered Rosa,
halflaughing, half-crying.
81 do care for you-more than a little"
The consul gave them his blessing.
cit was she herself who told me to say she
was engaged" said he, patting Rosa's head.
Little puss, she is always full other mis-
chief"
81 wanted to be revenged," said Rosa.
".But have quite forgiven my false lover
at last"
HANDs.-Hands are divided into three
different kinds: those with rOund-pointed
fingers, those with square tips and those
that are spade shaped, with pods of flesh at
ooch side of the nail The first type-With