Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-06-30
CHAPTER VIII.

SI1ktl lI4s LII
81 AM NOT HAROLD wEsTCoTTP'
Surely it was not fancy on my part
that showed me the figure Of Covey
Cone on the other side of the street at
the moment emerged from the lower
door of my apartments On my way to
call upon Miss Lawrence.
At the instant of catching sight Of the
detective he seemed to have been paus-
ing, as if to fasten his shoe, but imme-
diately resumed his brisk walk in the
opposite direction from the one taken by
me and without looking across. ]
thought nothing more Of it, though II
would have been well had done so.
Twas kept waiting but brief while
in the beautiful reception room at -
Madison avenue, when I heard light
footstep on the stairs, and the next mo-
ment Jeanette Lawrence bounded into
the room and into my arms.
There was no helping it. The petite,
black eyed beauty, overfowing with hap
piness and high spirits, never hesitated,
and could do nothing less than return
the fervent kiss and embrace. Then, as
sank into chair, she did the same close
beside me, and, reaching over with her
fairylike hand, sent a thrill through
every fiber of my being by gently brush.
ing away curl from my forehead, as
doubtless she had done many a time
with Harold Westcott.
Dear Harold, how do you feelp" she
asked in a voice of infinite tenderness
II never was so frightened in my life
after you had forced mother back into
my lap and you were thrown from your
horse. 1t must have hurt you dread.
fully"
Eyes, was pretty well shaken up,
but I have fully recovered.
''How thankful I ami I sprang out
Of the carriage as soon as the team was
stopped and knelt over you. wished
them to bring you to our house, but the
officer said you must 60 to the hospital,
and mother had tainted, and by the time
really comprehended what was going
ON they had taken you away"
"And how is your mother?"
Barring little nervousness, there
are no i'll effects from the accident. But
here she comes.'
The beaming, matronly woman walk
ed straight to me with extended hand
and implanted motherly kiss on my
cheek.
"You dear. good boy" she said, de-
iberately seating herself and folding
her arms across her ample bosom, "you
risked your life for us. If you had not
pushed me back into Jeanette's lap,
should have been killed"
"It was a rather alarming time, but
it is fortunate that it ended so we'll. ]
understand your coachman was badly
hurt.
"Quite badly, but he is mending and,
the doctor says, will come around if nc
complication intervenes- You seem tc
be well, Harold?"
"Yes; better than had right to ex-
pect was considerably bruised, but
the only i'll effects are peculiar affec'
tion of my memory, due, l suppose, tc
the violent jar. Itplays odd pranks with
me at times
I trust the recording angel blotted ou1
that assertion, for it held not grain o,
truth, and its only palliation lay in the
motive with which it was uttered.
The chat went on in an aimless way
for some time, when the mother with
drew, and Jeanette and l were left
alone.
~ hope you were not offended" she
ventured, with her bewitching smile, "a'
the deception we played OH you"
Offended? What strange remark
Of course did not expect tc see yor
and could hardly believe that it was yor
when I caught glimpse Of your fright
ened face in the carriage"
But you must have recognized
mother?"
II had no more expectation Of seeing
her than Of seeing you.
"And you are sure you are glad an
at homer"
She leaned forward and looked up al
me. Evidently she yearned for more
tenderness, and my good resolutions
were becoming demoralized I took thu
unresisting hand and pressed it.
had not the heart to chill her, ant
besides it was so pleasant to meet hel