Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-06-26

ing hand. And was noways afraid. Love
is strong subduer; now, sitting beside me,
her hands clasped in mine, and her blue
eyes watching my castles fade and Gle out
in the fire. Prior was as far from he1
thoughts as from those of little Conny, who,
in white frock and colored ribbons, had re-
turned from her ablutions as fresh and as
bright as q daisy, and was now standing be.
side me, watching our quiet happiness with
some impatience and q little Scorn. ....~
"Poor Con-" said Madeleine, rousing a
little, and blushing little under the child's
scrutiny, chow stupid we are, ar'nt we? !
should have gone to sleep If you had not
come in. T think it must be the tea; that
and the fire combined. How are you 60
ing to amuse Mr.. Stevens while am dress
ing for dinner?"
II shall show him things" said Conny
promptly. And Madeleine left me to amuse'
ment.
ny, two puzzles and a toy pump up to- a
place on my knee, and stroking her curls
kWhat's it to be about? I can tell you a
story about anything you like" I declared
rashly and Conny instantly put me to open
shame. :.
"Then tell me-" she said, holding on by
her pump, and settling herself into posi-
ton of perfect ease, with a delighted con-
sciousness that it would be beyond my
powers, ''tell me the story Madeleine tells
me the nights you don't come here"
I was completely taken aback. Some
story of Madeleine? Madeleine, whose bril-.
liant imagination could keep Conny quiet
for an hour together?
"You would never guess, L see," said
YOU can't of course, tell it. Shall I tell il
to YOU instead? Iknow it now as we'll as
Madeline, I think"
'You have heard it very often, then?"
every often," assented COMFY; .'every
night when YOU don't come here, Madeleine
comes and sits in that low chair, and takes
me on her lap. She turns up her pretty
gray silk, you know, for fear should crease
It, and I sit on her petticoat, and she tells
me the story"
"Always the same one?"
"AlWays the same," said Conny, shaking
her curls; "but don't get tired it's so pref
ty, and the end is different sometimes"
s'The end is different, Conny"
"There are two endsv' said Conny, ex.
planning; lone is very pretty indeed: Mad
eleine likes that one best. I think she tells
it oftenest, but somtimes she tells the other
end, and then she is so quiet and grave, and
once when I kissed her, her face was all
wet"
"I'm afraid it will be too sad, Conny;
think I'll hear the other end first. Begin
please"
"Well, don't wriggle," said Conny, evi,
dently beginning from the usual starting
point, and the story was commenced.
"Once upon time," said Conny, There
was young lady who had two lovers, one
very good and one very bad. They were
both very fond of her, and very polite
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ness carried to it's extreme limit.) land
she liked them both, one in her heart, and
one in her manner"
Here Conny gave little gasp.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
Excessively" I assured her; but
don't understand, Conny, 'and one in her
manner Thatwas rather odd, wasn't it?''
IT thought So" said Conny, doubtfully
"but Madeleine said, No, it often happen
ed.' And 1 suppose she knows"
"Probably," agreed; and the story
went on.
"The good one, the one she liked in her
heart, you know, had to go away for a long
time, where he couldn't see her at all. And
while he was gone the bad one came in and
brought her books -story-books, suppose
and gave her paint box and a dog with a
a collar, and went out for rides with her,
ana COOk uer dt ulSuG W lledI uluolC' Fcly
polite, wasn'tit?" ?" Conny looked up in my
she saw there. "You don't like it," she
said, "I shall leave off,
"I do like it, COMFY; it's my back that
makes me look so. Go on, dear. I want to
hear the end. What did the young lady
do? Take the things he brought her ?
Enjoy the rides and the music? Throw
the absent one over ?"
II don't understand you," said Conny in
her most sensible manner. "HoW cou ID she
throw him over when he was away; and
what should she throw him over? Very
silly" Having expressed her opinion,
Conny went quickly on, that she might
not be blamed for having given it.
"Well! He talked and talked (the bad one
did, and said such nice things, that some
times he didn't seem bad at all, Madeleine
said though he always was really, you
know And she could not help liking him
very much, and thinking it would be- very
pleasant to have all his beautiful things for
her own, and 60 and live with him in his
fine house. Did I tell you he wanted her
to 60 and live with him ?" asked Conny,
breaking off.
"The end, COMFY; did she say she
would ?"
"Why, no." said Conny, at once sensibly,
and with impatience "that wouldn't have
been ending hapR TGua it. n whea bes the
low in the world. Madeleine said"
"Goodness is not always appreciated"
There was bitterness in my tone, and
Conny lifted the pump in reproof.
always" she said, "when things end
happily"
She had no intention of moralizing, but
imagined she was stating fact.
"Well, Conny?"
"Well, she thought all this, till she re-
membered the other one, and how fond he
was of her, and how polite he had always
been, though he had not nearly such beauti-
full things as the bad one had, which, OF
as could have been wished. When she re-
membered this, she told the bad one he
might live in his fine house himself, and
keep all his beautiful things" (here Conny
got considerably excited she spoke with
flashing eyes, and hands that gesticulated,
dealing me blows with her puzzles and
pump, "that she didn't want them and
wouldn't live with him, becaused she loved
the good one better than she had ever, ever,
loved him. And so do l." said COnny,
winding up rather abruptly, and siding with
virtue. "1sn't it pretty?"
The pull up was so very sudden that l
was not prepared with an eulogium.
"Don't you like it?" asked Conny, disap-
pointed at my silence. cts so pretty when
Madeleine tells it, and much longer. I think
spoil it with my words"
"Like it? It's perfectly charming. |
was thinking it over, Con, dear. should
like to hear the other end now"
81 always say, IF you're not tired'' said
Conny, suggesting.
I repeated the formula and was indulged
directly