Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-07-07
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disguises of that nature are effective,
but the boasts Of officers that they can
so change their looks as to deceive in
the glare of sunlight is humbug. The
thing is impossible.
Covey Cone might have called into
play the utmost resources Of his art; but,
having sat face to face with him and
looked into his bright eyes. it would
have been impossible for him to hood
wink ME. If he were on the same train,
he was not in the smoker, and was 80
sure that he was not a fellow traveller
that I did not take the trouble to look
into the other cars.
The run on the Northern road, with
one or two exceptions, is less than 30
miles, and since there are no western
connections the trains almost invaria-
bly, make exact time. AS consequence
our local line drew up at Englewood at
1918, which was one minute in ad-
vance of schedule time.
Taking my place on the platform, /
scrutinized every man and woman who
stepped off and went either to the wait
ing cabs, which whirled them away to
their homes, or who made their way
thither on foot. Covey Cone was not
among them.
And yet had / glanced at the other
side of the train I could not have failed
to see that gentleman, who, observing
me on the watch, had plenty of time in
which 10 disappear behind the buildings
to the left, so that when the cars moved
off he was invisible to me.
Convinced that had given the de-
tective the slip and that he was to bear
no hand in the momentous events OF the
evening, l sauntered to the hotel, there
to await the time for my first move In
the business.
Meanwhile the officer, lingering un-
til was out of the way, passed by o
roundabout course to Palisade avenue,
the main street of Englewood, and en-
tered the telegraph office, from which
he sent message In cipher to New
York. Then, without waiting for re-
ply, he went to the hotel across the
street, where he, too. awaited the events
of the evening.
Two letters had come during my ab-
sence. One was q begging missive, from
a young man in the west, which I tore
up and flung aside. The other was from
jeanette Lawrence. With strange feel
ings I tremblingly opened it and read:
DEAREST HARoLD-lt was sensible and good
Of you to follow the advice Of DR.. Shipper.
address this to your city home, not knowing
whittier you have gone but suppose 1t Will
be forwarded. pray that you may soon be
fully yourself and will drive all the queer
fancies from your head. am sure that such
will bo the case. Mother and / are well, and
she sends her love and best wishes, but we ara
taking no more carriage rides In Central PARK.
II YOU feel like writing few lines to me, l
need not toll you how gratefully they VIII Do
received. But follow the counsel of the doctor,
and believe me, as ever, yours. JEANETTE.
After holding this in my hand for
some minutes, studying the beautifully
formed characters and tracing the sweet
sentiments, I took up my pen to answer.
But what should I say? What was
there for me to say? could not at
tempt to undeceive her, for she would
accept the effort as another proof of my
distressing delusion and probably insist
that should see the physician without
delay.
If 1 should write as Harold would
have written, breathing love and devo-
tion, it would be still more cruel decep-
ton on my part and pile up sin against