Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-11-16

He took 1t to the city Win MIN, " Sald EV-
eileen. II saw it sticking out of his coat-pock-
ct, when he was running for the train.'
ssHow provoking !" sighed Matty, clasping
her dimpled hands above her head; ''when it's
the book OF all books that should like to read
on day like this"
''Mr. Winton has copy of it," said Eveleen,
threading a worsted needle with the very dark
est shade of garnet.
ssBut what good will that do me 20 said
Matty, disconsolately.
"~s'Borrow it, suggested Eveleen. EVERY
body borrows everything in aplace like this !;
and Pm sure Mr.. Winton would be glad to
oblige you"
"But how % urged Matte 1.-The hotel is
at least half mile away
'Send Nora"
"Nora. indeed I don't suppose Nora ever
did an errand i'm her life,'' said Matty.
''Then it's high time she'd begin" laughing
ly suggested Eveleen. ''Write note, and"
sI'd rather send a verbal message" said
Matty: ''and wouldn't send at all, if was
not dying to read the end of that essay that
papa began last night.
Nora, deep in the energetic occupation of
backing the kitchen stove, was summoned up
stairs.
'Nora,'' said Matte, impressively, II want
you to 60 to the hotel. You know where the
hotel is ?''
"Sure, AMI do, Miss, "said Nora, with wide
open mouth, and eyes of intense attention.
"And ask for Mr.. Winton, and tell him that
Miss Matty Rice sends her compliments, and
would like to borrow the 'RecreatiOns of
Country Parson.'"
"Yis'm," said Nora.
"You're sure you understand ~
'Yis'm, an why wouldn't p promptly re-
torted Nora, rather nettled by this implied as
persion on her powers of comprehension
''And come back as quick as you ean.'
'Sure an it's me that will, - said Nora.
And presently the two sisters caught a
glimpse of her stout Milesan figure, beneath
the folds of rusty waterproof cloak, with a
mammoth cotton umbrella held over her head,
disappearing behind tile huge leaves OF the
rhododendrOn hedge.
81 hope she won't be long" said Matty.
"Why should she ?'' said serene Eveleen.
And she went on cOmposedly with the
pomegranate blossom that she was embrolder-
ing, while Matty sat down to the little cabl-
net-piano, and tried to pick out the notes OF
some dreamy little refrain, which had haunted
her ever since she heard it at the opera last
winter, with Patti smiling on the stage, and
the full orchestra thnndering out it's strains:
And Nora, plungng down the ravine, like
anything but a wood-nymph, FLASHED her way
to the hotel, going quarter of mile out OF
her road on account Of a spotted snake, and
stopping for good chat with fellow-Hiber-
nian who was on his way to the post-otlice.
There" said Nora, as she turned away
from Teddy O'Hara, can sure I've forgotten
the name as clane as if / niver had heard it. !"
''WhoSe name was it, alanna 20 cOnSOlingly
demanded Colonel Ross coachman, whose soft
nothings had put the message so completely
out of Nora's head.
'sThere was somethin' in it about the ''Rec
tory of country Parson,'" said Nora, twist
ing herself into the letter S, with the violent
attempt at recollection to which she forced
herself.
''There amt no rectory hereabouts," said
Teddy. ''Sure it amt built yet But the
parson he's up on the hotel steps. / seen him
there as came beyant. A tall young glntle-
man, with high vest-for all the wurreld like
Father Rockwell-an' spectacles as gntale as
ye place. Is it a message you've got for him,
Nora, mavourneen ?"
"I'm to borrow him - said Nora, fixing
her dull, CLASSY glare on Teddy O'Hara's as
tonished face.
''To-borrow him % repeated Teddy.
''Yis, sure !" Nora answered, doggedly.
Teddy uttered a whistle.
''It's the quarest loan as iver 1 heard of,
said he. AN if it's fair question, who is
it wants him 20
''Mss Mattv Rice's compliments, :" repeated
Nora, with parrot-like promptitude, ''and she
wants to borrow the parson."
Teddy exploded into a laugh.
"Sure, an if it was leap year," said he, 81
should think it meant something. I niver
heard such message in all me born days be-
fore. But l must make haste, or the post
will he too late for me.'
Tall or nd
anon to laugh in the dripping autumn woods,
while Ncra kept on to the hotel, all uncon-
scious of the curious transformation that had
befallen her luckleSs message.
'Is the parson here % demanded she, shak-
ing her umbrella until it sent forth minia-
ture water-spout Of flying drops, and stamping
the mud off her feet on the steps of the noun
tain hotel, which was still well-filled with the
guests who had fingered to see the splendors
of the October frosts among the woods.
The hotel clerk, who had just come out to
glance at the barometer, stared at her the
young ladies on the wide yerandah giggled ;
the stout old gentlemen, who were walking up
and down the boards to gain their daily two
miles of exercise, stopped short ; and specta-
cled grave-looking young man, who was talk
ing with lady just beyond, glanced around,
as if he fancied that he were personally inter
eSted.
''Do you want the-clergyman 20 said the
hotel clerk, doubtful, yet polite.
sis it a Stone-maSOn or a chimney-Swape
I'd be mainin', dye think 20 retorted Nora,
beginning to imagine that she was being made
sport of.
81 am the clergyman said the specialized
gentleman, stepping courteously forward at
this juncture. ''Is there anything | can do
for you 20
''Mss Matty Rice's compliments" said No.
IA, without in the least abating the Shrilness
of her voice, ''an' she wants to borrow YOU"
II beg your PARDON" said Mr.. Fontaine
''but-I'm not quite sure that | understand
you, my good woman 20
''I'm spakin the English language, sure,
said Nora, somewhat affrOnted. "She want:
to borrow yOu."
''But what for % said the parson, ignoring
the titers of the group which was now fast
gathering on the verandah.
''To amuse herself with this rainy day.
said Nora. ''You're to come back wild me
phase. I was to bring you. Miss Matt.
Rice's compliments, and
Greatly" said Mr. Fontaine, this is yer,
strange.'
''The Rices live in the little Swiss cottag
by Haldino Falls, suggested the hotel clerk
''Gentleman goes up and down to the cit.
every day. Keeps little carriage, with"
you're to come back wild me, please, " sai(
Nora. '''The Rectory,' or The Countr
Parson,' Miss Matty Rice's compliments
and
Mr.. Fontane, hurriedly surveying the sit
uation in his minds eye, decided that it wa
better to obey this strange behest.
And putting on his water proof wrap, an