Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-02-12

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love with her! Sacre Bleu! He retraces his
steps; he absolutely goes in by the ladies
entrance! Curse him, he has entered; no,
he stands in the vestibule! There is Ola, too,
evidently expecting him I'll see! He gives
her letter for her mistress-that beautiful
traitress who has wrecked my whole life
All, God but to have him in the dense dark
with my hand OH his throat!'
AS he spoke, he clenched his hands, and set
his cleaning teeth hard.
"Why should he-this internal Westerner-
come to steal away my beautiful love2 He
never shall I will take his life-blood or he
shall take mine, ere he accomplishes itP'
And with these words, savagely muttered
under his breath, he pressed forward, meeting
Gadbury just as he came out from the vestl-
bule to the public street.
There they stood, confronting each other
Gadbury's face was calm in its expression, but
that of Mcdonald was pallid and distorted by
fury. He first broke the silence.
"Sir," he said, II would have few words
with you"
"Your will is my pleasure" returned the
young Kentuckian, coldly; "yet l must con-
fess, sir, your wish for an interview surprises
me! What can you have to say to me ?"
Mcdonald laughed insolently. "Kentuck-
ians, generally speaking, are not FOOLS" he
said.
"Nor towards. 1t would be we'll to bear
that in mind, sir. They are prompt to resent
an insult the moment it is offered to them"
Gadbury's tones were unrufled, as if he
had been exchanging the verbal courtesies OF
the day but there was look in his eye and
an involuntary clenching ofhis delicate hand,
that was more forcible than words.
Irving sneered: 81 understand you, Mr..
Gadbury you wish me to infer that you will
knock me down on short notice. Better not
spoil your knuckles; a stiletto is an elegant
weapon, and its work is silent and sure as it
is swift"
II do not propose to murder man who Of
tends me. I usually chastise insolence.
meant nothing more than that" said Cad
bury "but where does all this lead US? Is
this the tenor of the conversation that am
stopped on the public street to hear?"
"No; arrested your attention that I might
demand an explanation"
can explanation of what?"
"Come, let us walk down Broadway togeth-
er. In that babel we may talk as loud as we
please, and nobody will stop to listen to or
heed u.s."
As Mcdonald spoke, he led the way, and
Gadbury mechanically followed him, without
knowing exactly why he didso. They walked
the distance of a square in perfect silence
Suddenly, the young Kentuckian paused, with
resolute air, and haughtily addressed his
companion.
eff you have anything to say to me- pro-
ceed with it now; | shall not continue my
walk with you single footstep farther"
GAS you please" retorted Mcdonald sour
ly "the subject of my discourse is Mrs. Ce-
celia Fessenden." Here he paused and fixed
steadfast gaze upon his companion.
At the mention of the name Of the woman
he so passionately loved, Clarence Gadbury's
face became as pale as if he had been dead,
and his heart beat with accelerated pulsations.
A moment more, and he had resumed his
selfpossessiou. Composedly, he nodded his
head, and said briefly
"Go on"
"Do you love Mrs. Fessenden p said Nc
Donald, interrogatively.
The truant color flushed to Gadbury's pal
lid cheeks, and indignation and anger burned
in his eye, as he sharply said
"Pray, sir, by what right do you presume
to question the state of my feelings toward
that lady?"
"By what right do I question your" said
Mcdonald, fercely and decisively "by the
right of love-"
Gadbury became pale again, and in spite
of all his proud effort, his lips trembled as he
asked
"Doyou mean for me to infer, sir, that you
are the lady's af6anced lover ?"
His voice was very unsteady; but he finish
ed his sentence with proud hauteur.
"Do not take my query from me 1 put
the question to you!' said Mcdonald, eva
sively for Gadbury's eyes seemed reading his
very soul.
GAS far as am concerned, can readily
give you reply. 1 consider your question
grossly impertinent, and under no circum-
stance could l be induced to answer you"
Mcdonald looked perfectly furious at this.
But he was not yet done with Gadbury. "You
have made love to her, aud she has encouraged
your devotion. Deny that if you can" said
Mcdonald, fercely.
Clarence Gadbury did not utter word in
reply. He merely stood there, regarding the
speaker with the coolest gaze, and calmly
folded arms.
"You refuse, then, to give nae an answer"
McDonald's voice was husky with passion and
concentrated rage.
II would not be true gentleman if an
swered you" said Gadbury, coldly.
"Gentleman !' echoed Mcdonald, scornful-
ly, and with great violence" Gentleman =
You!-a sly, accursed Kentuckian! An &C
cursed red fox-such as you hunt in your ma
tive hills! Aye! and will hunt you, to the
death, if you do not leave New York !"
Gadbury clenched his hands at this, and
raised them in the act of striking, when a
second thought came to him, and he relaxed