Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-01-31

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to do. I want Bob to take me with you
both whenever you 60 to the theater.
"Ohol So that is your little plot, is
it?"
eyes! What do you think of it?''
"What do 1 think Of it? Now shall
surprise you. think it is an excellent
idea. I love you very much, my little
sweetheart sister. and shall be only too
glad to see you have as much pleasure
as your heart longs for. "
"You darling Queen !" and with an
impetuous bound the younger girl was
on her knees with her arms around
Emily, raining kisses upon her lips
This effusive show of affection Emily
received with evident pleasure, for,
however dignified she could be in her
bearing, leaving the impression that she
was cold, in reality she was warm heart
ed to degree which would have sur
prised the gossips.
Nesting her head in the folds of her
sisters soft silk gown, thus hiding her
face, Dora said timidly:
"May I tell you something, Queen"
"Hal You mischief, what have you
to confess nowf"
81 have invited man to call here, y
replied Dora, suddenly raising her head
and speaking with different touch in
her tones.
sis that all?" laughed Emily. "Who
is the monsterI Where did you meet
himf'
"I have met him several times at aft
ernoon teas. The last time he asked me
if he might call, and told him he could
do so this afternoon when I thought you
would be at home. Was it very wrong?'
"Well, Dora, l don think it was ex'
actly proper, but perhaps it may be all
right, since you have met him at several
of our friends houses But what is his
name?'
"Alphonse Thauret.
GA -enchman?"
eyes, though he speaks English with
only very slight accent. y
81 don't like Frenchmen. know it
is preposterous prejudice, but 1 never
meet one without thinking him posi-
BILE adventurer With their soft, syco-
phantic ways, they remind Inc of cats,
and I expect them to show their claws
at any moment. However, pet, perhaps
your Frenchman will not call, and
them
"Oh, but he will He said he would
come this afternoon. That is why
have been SO nervous. l was afraid you
might be going out, and'-
"No; I will be here to protect you.
Besides I expect Bob at any moment.
He said he &ould come about noon, and
it is after that already. Perhaps that is
he now. Yes; three rings! -
"Oh, so Romeo and Juliet have sig.
nails! But jump up, Queen. He must
not catch US lying down and spoon
ing
A moment later Mr.. Mitchell entered,
to find both girls seated III the most
dignified manner, reading novels. Walk
ing over to Emily, he stopped and kissed
her lightly OH the forehead, whispering,
"My Queen" Next he patted Dora Oh
the head as one would pat child.
EMILY, have taken the liberty OF
telling friend of mine that he might
call here You do not mind?"
"Why, of course not, Roy" She had
made this name for him by eliminating
the first syllable Of his second name,
Leroy. She told him that thus she could
call him King without heralding it tc
the world Almost Immediately the bell
sounded again, and Mr.. Barnes was in
troduced. Mr.. Mitchell presented him tc
the two ladies, and then devoted him
self to Dora, thus leaving the detective
perfectly free to converse with Emily.
Being we'll educated and having trav,
eled through England early in life, MIR.
| Barnes soon made himself at ease and
talked like any society man. Presently
Mr.. Mitchell took Dora to the window
and stood there looking out and chat
ting, apparently absorbed and unobserv'
ant Of the others. Mr.. Barnes decided
that this was his opportunity.
Pardon me, Miss Remsen, and let
the interest of collector excuse the i'm.
pertinence of my noticing that beautiful
pin which you wear. Canoes, I think,
are too little appreciated nowadays. They
are passed by, while statuettes bring
fancy prices. Yet does it not require ex'
quisite skill to carve so small an OBJ
ject?"
- agree with you, Mr.. Barnes, and
am not at all angry with you for admir-
ing my pin. Yuu may look at it if you
wish. " Saying which she took it off and
handed it to him. 1t was the facsimile
of those which Mr.. Mitchell wore as but
tons, save that it bore the image Of
Shakespeare. The cameo was mounted
in gold frame, and surrounded by dia'
monds made a beautiful ornament.
"You would never guess, Mr.. Barnes,
that that was once an ordinary button:'
Mr.. Barnes assumed all expression OF
surprise as though the idea was entirely
new to him. All he said was:
cit may have been a button, but sure
ly never an ordinary one.
"Well, no, not an ordinary one, OF
course. suppose you know that l an
engaged to your friend?'
Mr.. Barnes assented with bow, and