Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-07-26

is lovely, but all the same wondered.
you dear, queer thing
"After you had invited me over and
over again I confess I cannot see 80
much occasion for wonder if finally
CAME" the girl interrupted, with some
genuine pique. "Mrs. Hallet was re-
turning home to Denver, too, and urging
me to come with her. Really my mind
was almost made up to come before
this-happened."
''It was sweet of you to come, dar-
ling, whatever the reason" kissing her
rapturously. "But will you tell me
when-this-happened, how it happen
ed and all about it! 1 am simply dying
to know. First of all, who is hep
"You will approve, I think. 1t is
Marshall Woodbury."
Marshall Woodbury-of all men"
her face expressing glowing appreciation
of the advantages of such a union.
"You are to be congratulated if ever
girl was. But why did you hesitate, you
perverse child?"
1.-THE woman who hesitates is lost,
the girl murmured absently, her gaze
following the line of the creek. II feel
rather lost when think of it, Mel
sine."
"It was not my way" pursued the
other reminiscently. when fell in
love with Hugh-ah, me, what goose
I as!-I could hardly eat or sleep until
I was sure of him, while you"- paus-
ing tentatively and studying the girls
calm face with sort Of puzzled WON
der.
my appetite continues good, thank
heaven" laughing unconcernedly.
"And unless I dissipate with coffee at
unseemly hours I still enjoy the sleep of
the just.
"You don't appear to have it in you
to make goose of yourself in that way
like the rest of u.s." Nelsine protested,
touch Of reproach in the tone. "You
have firted too much. 1t has spoiled
you"
IT have - experimental little"
smiling demurely. BE just to me,
dear"
"I DON It know what you expected.
IT expected miracle to happen, and
it did not I asked that the water be
turned to wine, butt
"You asked too much. Men are none
Of them perfect"
"But one must-experiment to find
that out, don't you think? One must be
educated up to the point of compro-
mise"
"Oh, don't understand you at all,
you trying creaturel Here you ought to
be the happiest girl in the world, with
such a chance before you-everything
that. you could ask. To be sure, there
may be a slight disparity in point of
years; but" she added, with naive in
genuousness, bethinking herself, There
is every oompensating advantage"
''To be sure. Let us never forget the
compensating advantages" cried the
girl, with something Of sardonio mirth.
"And I suppose you really do care
for him little, or you would not even
think of it.
II care for him a great deal, " she ad-
mitted quite calmly. IF am ever to
marry at all, am sure I could scarcely
do better. He is really very nice" I"
"You damn him with faint praise,
as somebody says" Nelsine declared,
smiling family, with bafled air.
1.-The question is not as to the depths Of
his affection, I take it. He is madly in
love with you, Of course"
'Oh, as to that, I might say, in the
words Of the good book: He is Of age.
Ask him. A hint Of sarcasm lay in
her rather mirthless laugh. "To tell the
truth, he appears quite-rational I
even thinkit is not altogether fattering
to my self love, but I am rather per-
suaded that it was my talents as a
housekeeper which principally won me
favor in his eyes, and he is kind enough
to feel that 7 may be safely intrusted
with the care of the children. He is a
widower, you know. And when affeo-
tions are served up warmed over, who
is it says of second love that it is mere
ly flower laid on the grave of the
first?''
"Oh, don't! How can you? When it
is such utter nonsense too. The adapta-
bility of mems hearts,
"Oh, yes The adaptability of lob
ster in the matter Of its claws. We have
heard the comparison so often, and we
know it must be true. Only if one were
disposed to be eXacting, unreasonably
critical in selecting ones lobster, the
first growth of claws mightfscem rather
preferable on the whole, don't you
think?'
."Ah, that is it! I understand at
last" cried Nelsine triumphantly.
"You are jealous that he cared for an
other first. You really do care for him
down in your heart more than you are
willing to admit, you proud little ice
berg"
"Do you really think so?" Her smile
was half sad, half whimsical, but there
was no smallest blush of girlish con
sciousness. "Well, do you know, l tell
myself that a hundred times day, but
somehow every morning I have to begin
the story all over again. tits like Pencil
ope's needlework Only don't undo
it OH purpose really, Nelsine. And don't
look so discouraged. lam not yet wea-
ried with we'll doing. Perhaps with two
months more of repetition the statement