Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1885-05-07

glasses and a double chin. Leave these
things, Prissy-we shall not 60 to the sea-
shore now until cousin Basil is safely in
chibouks, his books and papers, in my blue
rooms! Come with me and we'll have up
the house-keeper, and turn them into a
bachelor suite at once"
I was very happy for the next three days
studying the imaginary tastes of my un-
known cousin, culling out choice editions of
the poets, hanging rare engravings on the
walls, and matching carpets and curtains.
Miss Bent, poor old soul, said it was all
nonsense, that no young man of any spirit
could condescend to sit down" (that was
her expression) ''in house where he was to
be dependent"
cBut ";B;@ he en is I'M my COUSIN" said "He has
"Nonsense, said Priscilla, "that doesn't
alter the case in the least"
In the meantime l was watching the
papers-and when I saw in the shipping
columns the arrival of the "Bonnie kdte''
from San Domingo, I put on my hat and
veil, ordered the carriage, and called Prissy
to go and accompany me to welcome my
"If 1 must, I must" said Prissy. But
she was not at all enthusiastic about it.
I was just pinning the Grape bow under
my chin, when Alice, the parlor-maid, came
courtesying in.
GA young gentleman in the parlor to see
"From the San Domingo steamer. And -"
"rll 90 down at once, Alice" I cried,
tearing off my hat and veil and f1ingng the
heavy Grape streamer on one side.
''Elsie, Elsie, watt" Priscilla's shrill
voice entreated me, but my mind was full
of poor cousin Fanny and her orphan child,
and hurrying down stairs found myself
face to face with tall slender young man,
very pale and fair, with dark blue eyes,
soft, silky mustache and plain mourning
dress.
1nvoluntarily threw my arms around
his neck and kissed him.
'You are welcome, Cousin BASIL" said
I, "welcome thousand times"
He drew back, colored little. 81 beg
your pardon, Mrs. Charters" he said, "but
there is some mistake here. This is your
cousin!' and pale child of four or five
years old, whose long golden curls hung
over his black suit, crept out from the
shadow of the curtains, slowly and shyly.
II am Frank" he said. "And Mr.. Les
ley is my dear friend. He lived on the
next place in San Domingo. He has come
to the United States with me!"
"But," cried looking hopelessly around
me, "where is Basil ?"
"Basil died two years ago when the yell
low fever decimated our place." said Mr..
friend. Little Frank is all that is now left
of the Black family, and I promised his
mother to see him safely to your house."
looked with a pang Of pity at the dear
little golden-haired fellow, of whose very
existence had hitherto been ignorant.
'Sweet little Frankie" said 1, "you shall
be my little boy hence forward" and
clasped the baby form to my breast.
"And Mr.. Lesley, too?" said the little
lad solemnly reaching out his hand to his
friend. "Cousin Elsie likes Mr.. Lesley, or
she wouldn't have kissed him."
could feel myself color to the very roots
of my hair, but Mr.. Lessley's features new
er stirred.
'She thought was you. frankie, don't
you see ?" said hes "She didn't expect to
see such mite of chap as you. Good
bye, now, am going to the hotel, and
shall see you very often, if Mrs. Charters
is"
But at this Frank burst into an infant cry
of dismay and desolation, and l, recovering
my presence of mind, spoke up at once:
'Frankie, don't cry" said 1, "Mr. Lesley
will not leave you-just at present, at least.
You were my dead Cousins trusted friend,
Mr.. Lesley" 1 added, holding out my hand.
"May I not hope that you will be my guest,
ALSO"
And Mr.. Lesley seeing that was thor
oughly in earnest, consented.
"If shall not be !" he said, when
little frankie jumped and danced around
him, for very joy.
"Now I shall love cousin Elsie all my life
said he. "And so will Mr.. IeSleyn'
Mr.. Lesley occupied the suite of apart
ments which I had so unconsciously fitted
up for the poor young cousin who was Sleep
ing the while in the West India cemetery.
Little frankie, who had refused to be part
ed from his friend, slept in crib close to
his bedside.
"Well, Prissy," I said, merrily, to my
mother chaperon, $50 we've got two guests
instead of one!"
"It's dreadful" growled poor Prissy.
"Do you think SOP" said I. Now itseems
to me that it is very good fun!"
Well, of course any one can conjecture for
themselves how it ended. Mr.. Lesley was
young and handsome-moreover he had
snug little property of his own. He liked
the United States, and incidentally remark
ed that if he had any object he would prefer
to remain here permanently.
"But," he added, mournfully, "it is sad
to be so entirely without ties, that no one
cares whether you stay in one place or an
other"
II care" piped up Frank, who sal AS usu-
al by his side, holding his hand. "And so
does cousin Elsie"
"Yes," said 1, Laughing, though not with
out some confusion. FRANKIE is right.
We both care"
"There," said Mr.. Lesley, II will stay"
We were engaged within the month.
And as soon as laid off my half mourning
we were married, so that frankie never yet
friend.
And Miss Bent lives with US still, and we
are very happy! There is the end of my
love story. Ought not all love stories to end
so: Miss Bent says that all real romances
end sadly; but my experience, you see, has
been altogether different. And perhaps
am better judge than she is.--.&i1Iey
Bro,c1e.
No POETRY IN A MAIDEN'S LOVE.-It
was divinely announced in the early histo-
ry of the world that cit was not good for
man to be alOne," and, the announcement
has received the almost universal indorse-
ment of our race, especially the male pOr-
ton of the race. 1t may be that some are
discouraged by frequent failures-that is,
those who failed to marry those they wish
ed. TO the male sex this would seem to
apply, as it is supposed that the men only
do the cOurting. But a close observer will
sometimes admit that the ladies take part
in it. l once heard of Il party who asked a