Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-11-08

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take her walk, a drive or anything
since we got here He began from the
moment we came with that gang in
town. He was simply devoted to Miss
Beaubien until Alice Renwick came.
Then he dropped her like hot brick.
By the eternal, Rollins, he hasn't got
off with that old love yet, you mark
my words There's Indian blood in her
veins and look in her eye that makes
me wriggle sometimes watched her
last night at parade when she drove out
here with that copper faced old squaw,
her mother. For all her French and
Italian education and her years in New
York and Paris that girls got wild
streak in her somewhere She sat there
watching him as the officers marched to
the front, and then her, as he went up
and Joined Miss Renwick, and there
was CLEAN of her white teeth and a
flash in her black eyes that made me
think of the leap of knife from the
sheath. Not but what 'twould serve
him right if she did play him some dev-
IFS trick. It's his own doing. Were any
people out from town%' he suddenly
asked.
eyes, half a dozen or so, answered
Mr.. Rollins, who was pulling off his
boots and inserting his feet into easy
slippers, while old "Crusty" tramped
excitedly up and down the floor. Most
of them staid out here, think. Only
one team went back across the bridge" I"
"Whose was that?'
"The Suttons', l believe. Young
Cub Sutton was out with his sister and
another girl"
There's another ID fool"
growled Chester. '"That boy has $40, 600
a year of his own, a beautiful home that
will be his, doting mother and sister
and everything wealth can buy, and yet,
by CAD, he's unhappy because he can't
be a poor devil of lieutenant, with
nothing but drills, debts and rifle prac-
tice to enliven him. That's what brings
him out here all the time He'd swap
places with you in minute. Isn't he
very thick with Jerrold?"
"Oh, yes, rather. Jerrold entertains
him a good deal.
(Which is returned with compound
interest, I'll bet you Mr.. Jerrold sim
ply makes a convenience of him. He
won't make love to his sister because
the poor, rich, unsophisticated girl is as
ugly as she is ubiquitous. His majesty
is fastidious, you see, and seeks only
the caress of beauty, and while he lives
there at the Suttons' when he goes to
town, and dimes and sleeps and smokes
and wines there, and uses their box at
the opera house, and is courted and fat
tered by the old lady because dear Cubby
worships the ground he walks on, and
poor Fanny Sutton thinks him adorable,
he turns his back on the girl at every
dance because she can't dance and
leaves her to you fellows who have q
conscience and some idea Of decency.
He gives all his devotions to Nina
Beaubien, who dances like coryphee,
and drops her when Alice Renwick
comes with her glowing Spanish beauty.
"Oh, d-n it, I'm an old fool to get
worked up over it as do, but you young
fellows don't see what see. You have
not seen what I've seen, and pray God
you never may! That's where the shoe
pinches, Rollins. 1t is what he reminds
me of, not so much what he is, sup
pose, that l get rabid about. He is for
all the world like man we had in the
old regiment when You were in swad-
ding clothes, and never look at Ma
mie Gray's sad, white face that it
doesn't bring back girl I knew just
then whose heart was broken by just
such shallow. selfish, adorable scoun-
No, l won't use that word in speaking
of Jerrold, but it's what fear. Rol-
Inns, you call him generous. Well, so
he is-lavish, if you like, with his
money and. his hospitality here in the
post. Money comes easily to him and
goes, but you boys misuse the term. l
call him selfish to the core, because he
can deny himself no luxury, no pleas
ure, though it may wiring woman's
life-or, more than that, her honor
to give it him." The captain was
tramping up and down the room now,
as was his wont when excited. His face
was flushed and his hand clinched
He turned suddenly and faced the young
er officer, who sat gazing uncomforta-
bly, at the rug in front of the fireplace:
Rollins, some day | may tell you a
story that I've kept to myself all these
years. You won't wonder at my feel
ing as l do about these goings on of
your friend Jerrold when You hear it
all, but it was just such a man as he
who ruined one woman, broke the heart
of another and took the sunshine out
of the life of two men from that day to
this. One of them was your colonel,
the other your captain. Now 60 to bed.
I'm going out And, throwing down
his pipe, regardless of the scattering
sparks and ashes, Captain Chester strobe
into the hallway, picked up the first
forage cap he laid hands on and banged
himself out of the front door.
Mr.. Rollins remained for some mo-
ments in the same attitude, still gazing
abstractedly at the rug and listening to
the nervous tramp of his senior officer
on the piazza without. Then he slowly
and thoughtfully went to his room,
where his perturbed spirit was soon