Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-11-25

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might bribe him to take kindly to her
proposition and agree. Then, before he
could spend what she had given him,
she could escape, return to tho east. and
somewhere, anywhere hide her head
from him, from friends, from the world
and all. Home she had none. That went
when her father died, lonely and heart.
broken, two years before.
And in all that garrison to whom
could she appeal, upon whom could
she call? One man there was who. well
she knew, would open his hand as ne
had his heart, and it's uttermost treas
ure could be hers for the mere asking
and that man of all others was the one
who, she prayed, might never know the
miserable truth that this was Royle
Farrar-that she was Royle Farrar's g
wife.
Another there was, generous, helpful
and kind, who, did he but learn the
identity of the man Sinking here un-
der that disguise given by years of drink
and debauchery, would aid her to his
uttermost farthing, aid her as he had
before, out of pity and compassion, aid
her now with eager hand through
thought Of the shame that would come
to the girl he loved, the shock that
might be in store for her beloved moth
er. There was the man-Jack Ormsby
But how to see him, and when, and
wherol Not moment must be lost, be-
cause, now that Royle's presence was
known to her, his wife, any moment
might bring on the fu, ther catastrophe.
She had never known him to stop until
sodden and stupefied.
Drink, drink, drink. In some form
he would find the poison and gulp ii
down, waxing crazed and nervous if ii
were withheld from him, turning mad
and reckless if it were given. Drink he
surely would all through this blessed
Christmas eve, and at any hour, any
moment OH the morrow she might ex-
pect him to appear before them all. in
the midst Of their joyous Christmas
gathering, in drunken exultation, de-
manding his seat at his wife's side, al
his mothers board. What that would
mean to that gentle mother. whose very
life seemed now hanging by thread,
God alone could say.
And here she lay, hesitant, inpotent,
cowardly, when the lives and happiness
Of those dearest to her were at stake,
shrinking even now from al appeal tc
Ormsby, who alone in all the garrison
probably was competent to advise ano
help, and Ormsby had already suffered,
and suffered much on her account. Ii
the loyal observance Of his promise he
had brought himself under tho ban OF
suspicion, and with half all eye Heller
could see that Ellis looked upon theil
relation with utter distrust. Great
heaven! Was she to be curse to every
one who had been kind to her? The
thought was intolerable.
Helen Daunton amazed her friend by
springing from her bed and throwing
up the window sash. "Air, air!' she
moaned. II feel as though l were suffo
eating" and, leaning far out into the
wintry twilight, bathing her aching
head in the cold, sparkling air, sht
gazed wildly northward toward tht
bluff. Aye, mutfled in the heavy canvas
overcoat, the fur cap down about thu
bloated, bearded face, slouchine along
the sentry post was the form she dread
ed, hated to SEQ, yet sought with burn
ing eyes. As she gazed he saw ant
stood and, leering over the intervening
drifts Of spotless snow, kissed his fu'
gloved paw and tossed his hand in hal
defiant, half derisive, all insulting salu
; tation.
, "Mrs. Farrar." she cried in ute