Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-02-10
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were paid to the last cent. JACK Wouid
not need to wait for making home
when there was the Winfield place ach-
ing for q master.
Everybody, almost, agreed that it
would be a mighty fine thing. Jack was
easily the best chance, as Alice was the
finest girl in the countryside They
seemed made for each other indeed, and
then the properties fitted 30 well. But
here or there dissident shook the head
and looked wise.
"Alice Winfold-yes, she is fine
GIRL" they said. "The fellow that gets
her'll be lucky, but his name won't be
Jack Talbot. You may depend it won't,
not by o jugful, unless, that is, some
body comes along to carry off that wild
girl, Rob McGregor."
So there was craning Of necks upon
the store porch when a slim creature,
sitting as light as thistle down, came
galloping along the creek way and halt
ed at the big front gate which led into
the Topmark lawn. The girl wore a
clean waist of faded print, rusty black
riding skirt and big rough straw hat
Her hands were bare and tanned ber-
ry brown. So was her lower face, yet
the tan but served to accent it's vivid
charm of scarlet lips and dark, liquid
eyes and mobile witchery Of elfin smiles.
Bending lithely from the saddle, she
unlatched the gate, drew it open and
wheeled her horse through it, closing it
softly after her. One of the men OH the
porch had stepped forward, but she
waved him back with smiling nod.
The smile died as she set her horse to-
ward the house. Her face grew gravely
sympathetic. She checked her mare to
o slow amble, and at the smart green
gate slipped noiselessly down and made
her way to the piazza.
As she set foot on it Jack Talbot came
through the hall door, his face shaken,
his eyes so blurred and misty the sun
shine was dim to him. But he knew the
girl at the threshold and caught her
hand in a warm clasp, saying little
unsteadily:
81 am glad you have come, Rob,
though none Of us can do any more than
to show respect and sympathy"
"Oh, Mrs. Topmark cannot be dead.
Why, only yesterday I saw herewith
the children-driving-and they were
80 we'll and happy" Rob said, her
voice, too, breaking from its soft, vi
brant cadence, the quick color paling in
her olive cheeks. She was as dark as
Jack was golden fair, and, though she
was more than common tall among
womankind, he stood a good head
higher.
"Oh, howdy, Rob? So good Of you to
come. But-but how did you hear Of
of our gr-ea.at t-t.troub-le?" Mrs. Win
fold said, darting out upon the porch,
with Annie in her arms. "Bad news al
ways travels fast" she went on. "Oh,
do all you, our frien's, pray fer us! Eff
you don't, an the Lord don't hear, I
know it'll kill brother-yes. jest kill
him-losin that sweet, dear woman,
without no warnin at ALL"
She was a shrunken woman, with q
flattish, commonplace face and voice
that had a rasping tang, though now
she tried to make it subdued and full
Of grief. Her eyes were deep set, sharp
and restless. In spite Of grief and worry
they took equal note Of the fact that
Jack had held Rob's hand much longer
than courtesy required, and that Rob,
the reprehensible, now out Of her rusty
riding skirt had on a calico frock
bought from the store full two years
back. Evidently she had come to them
just as the ill news found her. She was
80 different from dear Alice, who in the
face of calamity had the forethought to
make herself neatly smart in ruff1ed
pink lawn.
NANNY Liza told me. Aunt Phe-
my brought her word" Rob said sim.
ply. "And pappy bade me come at once.
Ever since his own trouble, you know,
his first thought is to try and help
eyes, I know-but nothin-cain't
be done," Mrs. Winfold said, with a
gush Of ready tears. Her emotions lay
shallow. She could cry almost when
she had the mind. But neither Of her
companions suspected that; their own
eyes sympathetically overhowed. With
out word Jack strobe away, mounted
and galloped off. Rob stood breathing
hard and wishing herself we'll at home.
Before she could put the wish in action
Alice came out to them, fell upon Rob's
neck and wept a decorous minute, then
took her hand and said: "Do come up
stairs to the poor children, Rob. You
have such way with them, an they
are cryin fit to break heir little
hearts.
"Yes, an take Annie along ter the
Others" Mrs. Winfold struck in, put
ting little, hot hand in Rob's. At the
touch of it Rob stopped and kissed the
child. Then as the little one nestled to
her she lifted the small figure, and,
holding it to her breast, followed Alice
to the bright, airy room that had been
the pride of the dead woman's heart.
AS she set Annie upon the floor Luley
gave her a prim greeting, but baby jim
ney checked her wailing and held up
her arms.
"Tell US bout de bears an de ba-ad
boys, Miss Wob," she whined, toddling
to Rob's knee as she sat down in the
chair Ca'line drew forward. All chill
dren loved Rob. Aside from her bright
kindliness she knew and told them the
most astonishing variety Of nursery
tales and rhymes. Very soon the three
girls had forgotten everything in a
breathless following Of the fortunes Of
Br'er Rabbit and Ole Lady Goose.