Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-07-07
the day Of reckoning which T felt wat

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close at hand
Not to reply to the tender communi
cation would be cold and neglectful
But that was easier to bear than either
of the other courses The time would
come when she would respect my mo-
tive.
"And, whatever the outcome, she
shall yield me that respect, for was man
ever placed in a more trying situation
than I?''
And so the missiYe was tenderly fold
ed up and placed in my pocket along
side the package of money. could not
tell why I preserved it with so much
care, but it was more precious in my
eyes than the ten bills of large denomi-
nation nesting close beside the letter
of one of the best and fairest Of women.
The early evening mail brought a
missive, forwarded from New York,
which was of the most annoying nature.
It was from Harold Westcott, or, as he
insisted upon signing himself, III. O.
Walcott," and was written from Paris
It merely said that he had just reached
that city, but would not remain more
than two or three days, and warned ME
not to send him any mail or telegram,
as neither would find him. "In fact, {"
he added, II am on the wing, and until
you receive definite instructions from
me consider yours truly as non est"
"Confound him" I muttered. "How
long is this farce to go on? If he would
name point where he could be reached
by telegraph, I would have him start at
once for home. Butt am convinced that
Harold is a coward. E is certain that
this counterfeiting business means the
most serious trouble for him, and he in
tends not only to keep beyond reach,
but beyond all communication, until
assured that it has blown over. 1t will
serve him right if he suffers some men-
tai distress because Of his poltroonery.
But, all the same, would like to tele-
graph him that not a shadow Of peril
remains, and I hope to do so tomorrow
morning
"He must be on the hunt for Miss
Lawrence. Not suspecting that she has
left for America, he has failed to take
the course which would tell him the
truth. But that cannot be kept back
much longer. Probably by this time he
has made the discovery and is on his
way to Liverpool, or perhaps has started
across the ocean"
My speculations and musings might
run on forever in this fashion without
any definite result, but it was now night.
and my energies must be given in an
other direction.
Palisade avenue is the name Of the
road which runs due east for two miles
from Englewood to the magnificent
bluffs of the Hudson. Most Of the way
is tiresome climb, the latter portion
being a beautiful level stretch, which
is favorite wheelway for parties, some
Of whom cross from the upper portion
Of New York. Handsome residences line
the highway for some distance from the
young city, beyond which the woods
come down to the road on both sides.
Although from what I had learned
the neighborhood was familiar to Har-
old, it was little known to me. Fortu-
nately on the first Sunday afternoon
spent in Englewood I took the walk to
the river and thus gained a general
knowledge Of the route. which now stood
me we'll
The night was cool, with gentle
breeze and a few clouds in the sky,
which, drifting across the face Of the
full moon, made the light treacheroua
and uncertain. It was about half past 9
that left the hotel, and, turning up
Palisade avenue, was soon climbing the
hills, which follow one another for a
mile or 80.
Since I had no weapons with me, ]
depended mainly upon my eyes and had
not gone far beyond the limits Of the
town when I made disquieting discov-
cry.
TORE CONTINUED,