Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-06-28

panied the fatigued party to the forest
to show the men how to load logs i'll
lumberman style. Day after day for
nearly week he continued this super
vision, filling the woodward with dry
pitch pine logs. to be sawed and split
into fuel, in preparation for the block
ade expected i'll February and March.
During this time no one arrived from
Jemez or elsewhere except the weekly
military couriers from Santa Fe.
At the end of the week and for sew
eral days succeeding Raymer noticed
whenever he returned from the forest
to his cabin that it appeared to be in
better order than usual. There was a
neater arrangement of rugs and furs,
and the articles OIL the mantel were
more tastefully disposed. His center ia
BILE was in order. His letters aud papers
were gathered into bundles and tied
with tape.
1t became interesting to watch these
gradual improvements, and he wondered
that his old soldier servant had not
earlier developed this taste for order
When Cain came i'll to prepare dinner
one day, Raymer said:
"You are improving in the care of my
quarters, Cain. They look very neat. "
"It's not me, sor, that's improvin
'em. It's the Saynyora Vayher.' y
"What!"
''The ould Teddy, sor. She comes in
and rades the liftinint's books ev'ry
marnin when he goes to the woods"
"Then you have seen her face, Cain?"
'Not a glimpse of it, sor. She comes
over after 1 get through me work and
lave. I came back onct for somethin,
but she got sight Nv me through the
windy and wint ava before I rached
the dure."
"Does she come every day."
"Since foive days back, sor. She sits
by the windy and laves whin she says
the liftinint returnin.
Raymer asked few more questions,
and after Cain had gone took a more
comprehensive view of the room. Yes,
of course, no one but a woman could
have made such bachelors den as This
look so tidy. La sonora might be old,
but she was evidently woman of taste.
What could she be reading? III Span
ish there was literally nothing but the
Reader, "Don Quixote" and Dona Tere-
sa's prayer book. Of course she could
not read anything in English. She must
have confined her reading to the adven-
lures of the "Knight of the Sorrowful
Countenance" or the devotional pages of
the missal. "Well, poor old girl, she's
welcome to any amusement she can find
here I'll not interfere with her, )" was
the concluding reflection of the lieuten-
ant.
The weather continued cold, and the
wind continued to blow and pile the
snow in drifts, but the camp and the
wood road being somewhat sheltered by
the pine clad point the work of drawing
logs went OIL, and the young officer
found his usual recreation and exercise
in going out q few hours every forenoon.
He looked in daily upon tho wounded
boy, who seemed to be OIL the road to
recovery.
On the third day after making tie
discovery of Ia senora's invasion of his
quarters, while assisting III the work OF
binding q load of logs, Raymer injured
his hand and returned to camp much
earlier than usual for the purpose o:
dressing the wound. When he arrived
at the end Of the line of cabins farthcst
from his own, instead Of walking along
the front directly to his door, as he had
hitherto done, he turned to the rear and
assembled the ridge to the guartlhousc,
stopping there few moments to make
an inspection. Then he walked slowly
to his cabin from the rear.
On entering his quarters female fig
ure sprang quickly from camp chair
by the window and stood facing him,
an open book in her hand. A dark blue