Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1888-10-03

of your hirtations. The boarders are
shocked at your free and easy ways, and
they induced the fellow to enlighten me
on the subject. Ihadhalf o mind to break
his head"
"Ohl is that ALP said Mrs. Claypole,
with a peculiar smile. 80 they think l
am wicked, reckless firt? I admire their
penetration. But, under all circum-
stances, Henry, it's q splendid reputation:
A firt has no time for other business, n
our affairs may flourish without suspicion
while they think I'm engrossed in the
pleasurable occupation of juggling with
hearts. As for Mr.. Hadley, you may
leave his punishment to me. will settle
him in q way he will remember for tho
rest of his life"
"He deserves something, the meddle-
some fool" responded Mr.. Claypole, in q
coutemptuous tone. But what is your
plant"
"Wait and see," was the quiet rejoin-
der, while those big blue eyes flashed ON.
inously; 1T will be In the direct line Of
business" -,
"Ah! I understand" said the elderly
lawyer. "Do you expect any one this even
ingf"
Herman promised. to be- here shout 0
o'clock"
"Well, I will take a nap and afterward
60 to the club, so that you may work him
alone. He Is smart as a whip, that lad,
andlI expect great things Of him. and
with this Mr., Claypole settled himself in
the easy chair, closed his eyes and was
soon snoring gently in front of the fire.
Mrs. Claypole, who was more annoyed
by the incident Of the evening than she
was willing to admit, took up the evening
D and rapidly scanned its columns.
She seemed to be looking for some partic-
ular item Of news. Presently paragraph
struck her eye which she read with great
interest.
""The scheme works WELL" she NUT
tered. mo clew? Of course not. Trust
q woman's wits for that. Six months
more will give us all the money we need,
and then for the sunny south. Bah! How
I detest this horrid climate as well as the
hurry.scurrying habits Of the people.
Everything is rush and hustle and money
making. Well, let them pile up their
wealth. let them repair the ravages of the
fire and build costly temples of trade and
commerce. Those who neither weave nor
spin will be the gamers in the end.
Honest industry is ever opening up ave.
nues of idleness and luxury for those who
have the courage and ability to follow the
only royal road to ease and afHuence."
Mr.. Claypole finished his nap In about
an hour, and at once went out to spend
the evening at his club, leaving his wife
alone to entertain the expected visitor:
She added q few touches to her toilet
after the departure of her husband, and
then sat down to the piano and sang n
or. two love songs In a low contralto
voice.
The music reached the ears of the
boarders in the parlor, who by this time
had worn the sensational story Of Had
ley's reception by Mr.. Claypole thread
bare, and were celebrating as to the next
step to be taken in exposing tho scandal.
GUS doings oethe fascinating blond.
"'The old fool has gone out Us usual"
said N "She's expecting somebody.
She always sings those sentimental dit
ties when one Of those kids is coming"
"Well," remarked another. an elderly
gentleman with a pair of twinkling brown
eyes, II think we had better allow things
to take their natural course. The flirta-
tions Of married women bring their own
punishment, and I guess old Claypole will
finally come to his senses without any as
~sistance on our part"
"But it's 80 abominably dicsraceful,"
snapped Miss Goggles. II wouldn't mind
so much if she confined her attention to
grown men, who ought to know better
thar to encourage her base designs; but
t6kUhk Of her inveigling those boys.
Why, it's an outrage against all the
recognized maxims of good society,""
"Never mind that, Miss Goggles" said
tho old gentleman, who seemed anxious
to restore peace in the Frelinghuysen es-
Enlistment. eve have done all we can
for the present. Besides, We have no
evidence that there is anything radically
improper. All pretty women like to
hirt."
ooh! Mr.. Johnson" calculated the
spinster, blushing feverishly "IIow can
you say such a thingf"
cts true, Miss Goggles" said Mr.. John
son, stontly and with q touch of gallantry.
"Coquetry Is one of the prerogatives of
the sex; the art is inseparabie from female
loneliness. Don't attempt 20 deny it,
Miss Goggles; you, of all women. ought to
be the first to recognize this universal
truth"
The old fellow, who was suspected of
matrimonial designs on the ~antiquated
spinster, accompanied this speech with q
glance which threw Miss Goggles into O
hutter of excitement. Several of the
gentlemen Uttered at her confusion, but
she was too busy with tho tender thoughts
Mr.. Johnson had suddenly inspired to
notice their amusement.
"Well, what shall we do, Mr.. Johnson?"
asked Miss Goggles, as soon as she re-
gained her composure.
Nothing" was the iaconic response.
Nothing"
There was q tone Of disappointment in
this query which caused Mr.. Johnson to
elevate his eyebrows suspiciously. But
he was firm in the resolution with which
he sought to Undue his fellow boarders.
"That's just It," he rcjoined, emphatic
ally. "We1l do nothing moro, but wait
and
"Watch," chimedin Mr.. Hadley.
eyes, sir; wait and watch. You have
hit it exactly. I thought you would
realize the wisdom Of this course"
Hadley's face flushed, but he had gained
wisdom since his interview with poor
old Claypole," and deemed it prudent to
say nothing.
Something about the programme struck
the boarders favorably. The first step Of
active interference had resulted disas-
trously. The old lawyer was evidently
Indifferent to the fate his wife so reck-
lessly invited. waiting" and watch.
ing" were words full of mystery and
ominous import. The programme pre-
saged keen excitement. Ten pairs of eyes
scrutinizing every look and action of q
frivolous woman, ten superheated brains
wrestling with the motives that guided
her conduct, and ten busy tongues ready
to tear her reputation to tatters on the
slightest provocation-why. the prospect
was delightful to this modern school for
scandal, and with n accord the boarders
lifted up their voices in approval.
agreed" was the unanimous verdict.
Well wait and watch"
Meanwhile 8 o'clock had arrived, and
with it Mrs. Claypole's expected visitor.
From her cozy little sitting room upstairs
came the rhythmic thumming of the
piano and the soft contralto voice singing
in delightful unison, You'll Remember
Me-"
Zone of them's there" said Miss Cog.