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

ING under Mrs. Mead's appreciatiye
nose. Yet, though the old woman did good
Justice to the sweet country food, there was
a contemplative manner about her,
thoughtful hesitancy, an absent glaring at
nothing in particular, the while her old jaws
kept her temples leaping, that indicated
mind in labor
Mrs Walker, who breakfasted with her
for company's sake-for her husband nao
gone to Marples and was there stopping
watched her anxiously and spoke seldom
until breakfast was done; and then Mrs.
Mead, with little thanksgiving to the LORD
for her meal, folded her hands and told sally
all about the cause that had brought Jenny
to Winston.
Her story took an hour to relate by the
clock: and when she had made an end, What
had been hot on the table was cold; the sun
had come round into the window to look at
the prater, and the cool breeze of the dawn
had been smothered in the sultry arms or
burning morning.
aNow, my dear" said she, II want you to
90 upstairs and look at the girl to see II she
sleeps-for how it may be with the wenches
of this age know not, but whenever was
troubled, as a young un, Iniver could sleep
Don't come back now and tell me she's
awake. If ye do yell spoil a good scheme"
Mrs. Walker went away softly, and, after
an absence of five minutes, returned with
the information that Jenny was in deep
slumber ,o. . hoa,,.,,
she isl More lovely than picture! And
there she lies, with her left hand egm her
chin, lust as il she had fallen asleep klssln
her weddin' ring Poor dearie! Inever liked
the look O. that Strangfeld somehow
Woods all very well to build ships with, but
when see a mans face made of it, it don't
seem to take my fancy much"
aSally," exclaimed Mrs. Mead, clasping
her hands in her lap, and frowning por-
tentously on her, "can Zee keep secret|
'Why, niver you could be'leve OF
married woman"
whats the true hour for the coach TO
come to thy door!"
Eight o'clock; true as a hair, II there
bain't no accident"
"Sally, I'll tell Zee what it is: Mistress up
stairs mustn't 20 to Marples. argeyed WI
her last night when she come to me. It's
only her fear O. the neighbors as makes
shame of her business yet; but If she room
town think!'
"Well, now you speak it, Mrs. Mead, I'll
be plain. If did not hear thee say she be
married, I'd niver believe it for her laving
home"
There" outed the old woman, "have l
lived all these years i the world to be taught
wisdom by a wench. With might and main
arpeyed, and, like her father, she looked at
me, and that was the good did, told her
didn't like the business, and would have no
hand in it. Yet, see what good natur' is,
and what long journeys it putteth old people
upon But to Marples she'll not 50 with my
leave: and if the coach don't wake her, she
shall lie till it's gone"
"And what then will ye do, Mrs. MeadP
"What then will do? Alb, an ye would
like me to speak quicker nor 1 can think.
Oh, Sally! thou arta cormorant Tor news!
Stitch gluttony! Well, well!"
Sally laughed, and looking at the clock,
exclaimed:
"If she sleep for another half hour, she'll
not get to Marples this day."
There was a pretty long silence, while MIS-.
Mead reflected
~ see what I mum dol" she cried out at
last, with great vehemence- "Her mother
must know where she is-for here she'll be
all day if she don't wake for the coach; and
thatll be my dooty. Let folks speak Ill OF
me, then! Is there iver a cart goin' to
Greystone9 Thee must find out I'll not
walk it.
"Tut, tut Johnny shall drive We in the
van. It's big enough to hold thee" replied
Mrs Walker.