Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-05-17
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get up and run away out Of the house and
out of the tolls that these good people
evidently thought to ensnare me in; but
the voice of this girl with the gray-blue
ewes, that now sparkled with humOr and
anon melted into tenderness, almost in the
same minute, as only Irish eyes can, held
me prisoner. I was unwilling to remove
from her side.
Though she did not tell me her name she
told me about herself in a frank, naive man.
ner that completed the charm she held over
me and made me her faithful bond-saVe
from that hour to this day. Her father was
in India, she said; she and her mother
were living in Bray during his absence.
She expected him home next year, when
she feared they would leave dear old Ire
land and 90 on the Continent.
Then, suddenly, in the midst of her con-
fidential chat, she asked me once more to
cross the room with her and get introduced
to the lady who was to be god-mother to
Tom Phelan's baby. Before could answer
her she stood up and waited for me to ac-
company her. Miss Fay was the name of the
spinster, who was mild agreeable gentle
woman, with sad eyes and a gentle man.
ner. When my new friend had introduced
me she suddenly disappeared. Soon after
L d
Then Tom Phelan came up to me, BEAM
ing all over with smiles.
NO." l answered dryly, understanding
what he meant.
"What do you think of her %
He look at me with his head on one side
and q broad smile on his face.
''Think of her? She is very amiable."
This in stiff tone.
'You will get on famously together. She
is the woman to make you happy, old man."
This with an air of patronage and superior
"You are very good," said I, humoring
him, and thinking at the same time how
changed he was.
"Now, Fritz, I have arranged that you
shall take in Mrs. Carey to dinner. May
make yourself agreeable to her; not too
agreeable, you know, as you can do some
times to women, for she has husband,
though he is in India. A safe distance, my
boy"
Cali right" I said.
Tom hurried away, and just then dinner
was announced, the host giving his arm to
Mrs. McFum. The hostess pointed out q
lady to me, whom was to take down to the
dining room, and in few minutes we were
comfortably seated. My new friend sat op-
posite to me, I could see her bright face
Smiling across the flowers. Her eyes at once
dazzled and fascinated me, and her voice
made my heart flutter in an unaccustomed
way. The lady whom l had taken down
and who now sat beside me, was a stout,
solemn-faced woman, arrayed in black vel
vet, who spoke very little. | was glad OF
this latter fact. for could not, [ felt, keep
up a conversation. I was listening to the
voice of my new friend, who talked well
and wittily with her neighbors. Occasion
ally she directed an odd sentence to me
across the flowers.
When the desert was over my nelghb0r
in black velvet, with whom Tom Phelan
had unnecessarily warned me not to flirt
because Of her having husband in India,
took up her fan and commenced to wave
it gently to and fro.
7How hot it is" she said to me, in a voice
as subdued as if she spoke in church.
eyes," replied, 'the night is close, but
we should not complain. five had to bear
the heat that your husband is at present en-
during"
Suddenly something went against my new
friends breath, then every one at my end
of the table became all at once silent, and l
saw that though some Of them seemed grave
enough, others strOVe to keep themselves
from laughing outright. Tom Phelan, after
moments keen struggle, strove to look as
if nothing in particular had happened.
What was the cause of all this had not the
slightest idea, but that something wrong
had occurred there was no doubt.
Mrs. Phelan at this instant caught Mrs.
McFum's eye, and rose from the table; the
other ladies followed. My neighbor, whom
had taken down, was the last to rise, and
as she did so gave me whitening look,
which | long remembered.
When the door was safely closed, Tom
Phelan threw himself back in his chair and
laughed until the tears rolled down his fat
cheeks the other men joined him, all look
ing at me the while.
"What's the joke ?" 1 asked 81 am out
in the cold"
"My dear fellow, Mrs. Carey, who sat next
to you, is a widow"
In moment I saw the blunder l had
made! had taken down the wrong wo-
man to dinner.
An hour afterward I had completely for
gotten my little mistake; for by some chance
/ found myself by the side ofmy new friend
who was seated at the piano, singing 'Ott
in the Silly Night" l turned the leaves
of the music, bending over until l touched
her once. Her voice was soft and sweet; it
stirred me in way l had never before eX-
and sad almost in the same minute. When
she had finished singing, and whilst was
vet bending over her on pretense OF closing
the book, our eyes met for a second; hers
grew soft and liquid, and seemed to melt
into world of tenderness. My heart gave
throb, and then | knew far better than all
words could say, that we had fallen in love.
When man comes to make such a dis
coVery, a sense of delicious happiness fills
him, and makes all the world seem brighter
than words-which are poor things at best
can tell. Three hours ago had never met
this woman; the Observation-Disclosures
call it by what name you will, had flung us
together; and a nameless look in her eyes,
some stray tone in her voice, the touch OF
her hand, had woven a charm for me that
Knocked at and set to flight my ideas of hap
py bachelOrhOOd; that revealed to me feel
inigs and hopes which had never known
before, and which made me fa"' that, come
veal or woe, this was she Wiz must wal by
my side all the days of my life. DO the
gods sport with men as in the Olden days:
| asked myself.
An hour after she had sung that song, by
some strange accident we found ourselves in
the long garden that runs at the back Of
Toms house. 1t was a glorious night in
June the air was cool and balmy, the smell
of the flowers delightful; young moon was
in the cloudless sky.
"Wcll, how do you like Miss Fay?" the
girl who had taken my heart captive, asked,
looking at me from under her dark lashcs.
every much; but-but--may | say it,"
My heart was terribly anxious to speak.
"What ." she asked suddenly; but no.
ticed her eyes did not meet mine.
'I like some one else much better"
could hardly get the words out
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