Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-09-04

Eyes, the telegraph office. And won

"Yes, the telegraph office. And won't
you ask him to drive fast, please?" Her
breath came hurriedly, while a fever
spot of red of sudden famed on either
white cheek A telegram! All, why had
she not thought of that before? 1t
might not be too late to save him yet.
eff 'twere done, 'twere we'll 'twere
done quickly, she murmured, with a
strained, excited laugh in answer to the
others curious glance.
81 believe you are repenting already,
Edith" hazarded Mrs Haller teasing
ly. "Your expression is quite tragic.
Don't let yourself make mistake,
DEAR"
mo, I shall not make mistake, y
the girl exclaimed, with another sharp
outburst of that strained, hysterical
laughter. Her companion looked at her
with a bafled sense Of being somehow
outside the situation, but, with the ex-
quisite tact which always distinguished
her, cleverly changed the subject She
was curiously interested in tia girl S
strange mood, which she meant should
be explained to her, but it was one Of
her theories that success in small things,
no less than in great, is worth the price
Of infinite patience. She idly chatted
on of Indifferent topics, occasionally
calling attention to some building es-
pecially fine. while Edith, mechanic
ally responsive, in an undercugTent Of
thought was eagerly framing this SEQ
ond telegram she had to send, this
time with no niggardly counting Of
words Fortunately the drive was rather
long, and there had been time for the
girl to grow quite composed before the
carriage drew up before the Western
Union Office Don't come, Barbara.
1t is not worth while" she hastily pro-
tested as she eagerly sprang to the
ground, and Mrs. Hallet, although she
might have been little piqued at the
evident desire to be spared her surveil-
lance, was yet sufficiently gracious to
smile as she settled acquiescently back
against the cushions.
And now the deed is done, I sup
pose" she observed laughingly when,
after very short absence, the girl re-
turned. "The die is cast.
"Ah, never say dier' A note Of
strange triumph was in that wild, hys-
terioal laugh. What would Barbara
Hallet say could she know that at that
moment q message was flashing across
the wires to Tom Tregent Of Cheyenne,
saying: paul Brown is innocent Of
charges against him. I will be in Chey-
enne by night train prepared to prove
it." and signed with her name? And
now the next thing to do, would you
mind telling the man to drive to the
Union station?" she asked, trying to
speak with matter of fact oarelessness,
but faltering somewhat, her eyes fall
ing. II Notwithstanding her dry
lips nervously-'I want to ask abor5 q
train"
1.-THE trains from Boston? TO fnd out
if your message will reach him be fore
he leaves, you sharp little puss? Can't
you leave it all to Providence? Pat, Of
course, If you wish," amiabl-' giving
the order. "How the poor ticket man
will swear in his heart when you pin
him down to his book Of time tables
with such an unconscionable demand!
But dare say he deserves it for his
sins"
II will try not to be too hard ON
him." returned the girl, luscious
that the other did not half itlitve in
the pretext she had so ingeniously con-
structed and was waiting Tor a fuller
explanation. All the way to the station
she sat in listless silence, her mind
wrestling impatiently with the problem
which now confronted her. She was re-
solved to 60 to Cheyenne by the first
train, which she knew would leave
Denver at some hour in the evening.
Yet how could she escape from her
friend without full explanation Of her
purpose, which, upon reflection, she
felt but the more determined to with
hold? She knew too well the character