Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1886-08-04

"Well, that you say now, but by ana oy
you will be thinking another way"
"I am grieved to have missed the coach,
but am not angry" she went on, in n sub
dued but firm tone. ut will be dull work
for me here all day; for l suppose you will
return to Greystone2"
The old woman nodded. Jenny looked al
her hard.
"Mrs. Mead, be frank with me. What dc
YOU mean to do, Shall you tell mother
where / ami"
"rll not answer ye," replied the old
woman rather sulkily, not liking Jenny's
sharpness
"You have sworn to keep my secret" said
the girl reproachfully.
Suppose the first man met in the street
should be Mr.. Shaw" cried the old woman,
in shrill voice.
Jenny turned to the window and looked
through it in silence.
"See now, my dearie," said Mrs. Mead
mildly; twill ye let me judge how to act for
you9 If you were my child could not wish
YOU better than do; and thy fame, which
must be the dearest thing woman hath, Is
my reason for hindering your journey this
day. Neither you nor me knows what is
being said i Greystone. and things may hap
to-day to make ZEE thankful you had not all
the way from Marples to come, Bide here
while 20 to Greystone. I'll find out about
thy mother, and how she bears thy going,
and what is said of thee, and all that should
be known. And tonight will return with
what news there is; and it shall either be
that you return to thy home again, or 60
straight ON into the world, as shall seem best
on what report bring you"
If Mrs Mead had said this at first, Jenny
would have understood her motives. But,
SAYS an ancient adage: "Whcn you hear an
old woman talk straight. you shall see your
COW walk on its hind legs"
"There may be good sense in what you
saw" replied Jenny, who had turned from
the window and stood with her fine eyes
fixed on Mrs. Mead; "and here will I stop
till YOU come back. But truly do not know
that any news you could bring should take
me home again. For when father misses me
his anger will be terrible, and not to save my
life would 1 face him without proof that
am an honest girl"
At this moment Mrs. Walker came in with
Jenny's breakfast She chose to prepare the
table herself, that she might have a good
sight of the young wife; for Jenny was q
wonderful heroine in the hostess eyes, and
created a chance for imagination to chew
upon that deserved to be made much of.
Your papa is known to me, ma am, said
she, courtesying, in token that the breakfast
was ready. 81 heerd him preach sermon
once-nay, it weer lecture as remember
in St. Martins hall, down Beach street, ir
your town. He hath a strong voice, and IS 9
fine man, as think. Is he quite wellf'
With sad smile Jenny answered her; and
as she seated herself at the table, Mrs Mead
asked Sally about the wagon that was te
carry her to Greystone.
johnny shall put the horse to when il
pleases ye," replied Sally.
"The sooner the BETTER" said the old
woman.
The so-called wagon was small metamor
phosed cart, with canvas hood. and wheel:
stout enough to support horse. In ter
minutes time it was at the door, and on the
near shaft of it sat, with his hobnail boots
within foot of the road, sour-faced man
who sucked an inverted pipe, and doggedly
combed horSefies off the rough hide Of the
horse with whip. Sally came into the
parlor to announce it, and Mrs Mead at once
got up and put on her old bonnet and
shawl
II shall find ye here when I come backr
said she, interrogatively, holding Jenny's
hand
ayes, will wait for you," replied the
girl, YEARLY, with the now familiar absent
look in her eyes.
The old woman hobbled out Of the room
after her friend, and, with hard expression
of misery on her face, Jenny went to The
sofa and leaned her head upon it.