Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-06-07
Uncle Obed's face was study.
"That is fnal?" he demanded in an

awful voice.
"Quitep'
Every we'll Then clear out Of this
immediately I'll never see you or speak
to you againl And you may 90 to the
devil as fast as you pleaser'
"Thank you," said his nephew, bow
ing himself out. I'D even do that be.
fore I'd give up Gladys Boyd"
A few seconds later he banged the
street door behind him, to the great
standardization of his uncle's sleek but.
ler, and hurried away at the rate Of five
miles an hour in the attempt to walk
off his disappointment and Indignation.
Never knew him quite like that be-
fcre," he nuttered to himself as he
went. "What has como over him? He
used to be- rather a decent old boy,
though he was always hot tempered and
triflo stingy. But today he was beyond
everything. Ididn't go the right way to
propitiate him perhaps. Only l couldn't
stand his saying those things about
Gladys! I'm glad l gave him beans for
that. l should do just the same again.
And as for giving up my darling for his
dirty money, I'd rather spend the rest of
my natural life filing petitions in bank
ruptcy It's a devil of anuisance all the
same, his cutting up so Internally rough.
For how I'm ever to appeaso my credit
ors, Lord only knowsr'
Ten minutes walk brought him to
the lodgings in Bruton street. He there
found a telegram awaiting him, which,
his landlady told him, had arrived about
half an hour before On opening it and
reading its contents, all the i'll humor
vanished from his face. The message
which effected the change was thus:
"Am coming to town today. Meet me
Victoria at $40. Gladys"
He looked at his watch. 1t was scarce.
ly o'clock So there was still ample
time for light luncheon at his club,
whittier he accordingly repaired.
"By Jover' he thought to himself as
he discussed this meal. 81 am glad. lit
tie Gladys is coming up today! By Jove,
I am! She's coming alone evidently,
and that is mercy. l so seldom get
chance of Seeing her except in the pres
ence of that female ogre, Miss Bailey.
Purse proud, exacting old snob! WON
der how my darling has managed to es-
cape from her this afternoon? She
scarcely ever gives the poor child holi
day. Dear little Gladys! What trump
the grille is. amt half good enough
for her, by Jove! Give you up for Uncle
Obed's gold, my little brown eyes?
What do you think, eh?'
With these and such like reflections
did Jim Trevor beguile his solitary
meal, looking the while as pleased and
happy as if he had just inherited
plum. A schoolboy out for holiday
could not have showed a jollier, more
beaming face than Jim's. The waiter
noted it and thought that, in defiance
of regulations, it would mean tip,
wherein he was not deceived. Several of
the young mans friends also noted it
and came across to rally him.
"Has the uncle stumped up hand
some, them" asked one.
"No, my boy. Refused to part with
brass farthing and kicked me out Of
the house, with his special commenda-
tion to the devil. "
"Upon my word," laughed another.
"You take the disappointment uncom-
monty WELL Jim, considering how you
stand, -
trifes," said Trevor philosophically,
lighting a cigarette.
"By Jove, you've changed your tone
since last night. You were glum enough
about your affairs then, and that was
while you still had hopes from Uncle
Obed."
"Yes," said Jim. "I'm like what's
his name in what dye call it. AS long
as the life of my hopes was trembling
in the balance I tasted and wept, but
now that death has supervened con-
slider it foolish to fret. "
He cid not tell them the reason of his
hilarity. They would only have, to use
his own expression, 'rotted' him, for
they could not be expected to understand
a phase of feeling which he scarcely un-
derstood himself What made him fall
so utterly in love with Gladys Boyd?
She was not pretty-somewhat the re-
verse. People, indeed, admitted that her
bright, expressive eyes quite redeemed
her face, but then the very word re
deem" carried with it something un-
complimentary to the rest of her fea-
lures. Her nose certainly inclined to a
snub; her complexion was sallow; her
mouth too large to satisfy aesthetic can
ons In addition, she was short of sta
ture, and though her figure was trim
and graceful as far as 1t went, it gave
you the impression of not going far
enough by several inches.
Yet here was Jim Trevor hopelessly
in love with her-Jim Trevor. the hand
some, dashing youngster who had turned
up his nose at hundred prettier girls
and had always chaffed his friends with
out mercy when they had developed
symptoms of what he contemptuously
styled "spooners' disease" He was 60.
ing the pace like a regular young rip,
falling into the fastest bachelor pursuits,
earning himself reputation which
made dowagers shake their heads and
strait laced duenas look earnestly
;x.o clo,, ,r;n5o1,c 1rboY tbav mot him