Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-09-11

vventional smile of the sweet, small mouth
At length the signal for dinner was given
Eveline laid the tips of her dainty fingers
on the arm of tall blonde cavalier, a couslr
of the family. To my great annoyance, my
portion was the Countess Soundso, no Longer
in the first bloom Of youth. ! must add,
had secretly hoped to see Eveline's angelic
head at my side. With mien which was
certainly not very amiable, [ offered the
countess my arm and led her to the place
designated for us. Though otherwise mos1
estimable lady she almost drove me to des
pair with her loquacity, and while she even
before soup inquired about my recent jour
ney in the East, and expressed a desire tC
hear something about my last new work
nv glance strayed impatiently past the
uuestioner in vain search for Eveline.
had not had the opportunity to exchange one
word with her. She had only nodded to me
from across the room, pleasantly and con-
fidingly, as to an old acquaintance.
Pretty soon felt a gentle touch on my
arm, and voice only too we'll remembered
asked shily, and at the same time saucily
"Does mein Herr no longer recognize his
protege?"
1 turned quickly, and yes, there indeed
was Eveline, who had been sitting next to
me for full five minutes without my having
observed her. My neighbor the Countess.
and Eveline's escort, the cousin in the
Guards, very soon understood how much
they might expect to be entertained by Ev-
cline or myself, during the four or five hours
passed at the table. How the time sped
and what the general topics of conversation
we never knew. But was entirely happy
during the whole time. Notonce did [ dis
cover in her eyes that melancholy dropping
which had before made me anxious. On
if could only succeed in making her forget
Paumwolf. 10 this fond, proud thought |
concentrated all my mind and efforts. With
rapture noticed how her eyes hung so earn
estly on my lips as 1 told her of my distant
travels, and of my restless wandering about
from one distant land to another. And
when spoke of my dear solitary Barwalde,
with it's sombre fir trees, and it's rush-groWn
ponds, of my immense library and the beau
tiful grand piano which I often trusted to
the hands Of my observer, just to have some
accompanying instrument to my beloved
violoncello, when 1 said, "surely, Frauline
Eveline also plays on the piano, and very
much better, too, than my Observer" q
thoughtful smile spread over the dear, sweet
face. She loved music very much, she re-
piled, and it would give her pleasure to &C.
company me some day.
"I hope you will do that at BarWalde,"
cried, passionately. She dropped her lids
over her clear violet eyes and deep blush
spread over her cheek.
Eight days afterward Eveline was my be-
trothed. What did care forall the Paum-
VOLTS in the whole world
On one of the very first days of our en-
gagement we met the betrothed pair, Maier
and PaumWolf, on the street.
"Shall we turn back, Evi ?" / asked,
playfully, though l could not prevent a
Slight feeling of anxiety from rising in my
heart. She became very grave for a mo-
ment; then, nesting closer to my side,
looked up atme with her innocent, childlike
eyes.
"You know I have left all that behind
me-" she said, softly.
I pressed her arm more closely to me-
ooh, Evi, my own sweet Evi !" I was SC
happy, so proud, that even the bold curiosi.
ty with which Lieutenant Paumwolf stared
at us in passing could not irritate me.
Evelineand have lived many years al
our quiet old Barwalde, where the sun new.
er seemed to have risen until Eveline's
blonde head fitted through the house and
grounds. But the happiest hours in oul
blissful life are those in which we sit confid'
ingly together latter the cares and duties o1
the day are over, and the tones of the piano
and violoncello mingle their sounds on the
still evening air.