Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-02-27
CHAPTER VIII.

Betwixt love, rebellion and wonder
Jack had little sleep that night. He got
up so pale and hollow eyed even Miss
Winfold solicitously remarked his i'll
looks. Maybe they had better not go to
church, after all, she said. No; she
would not raind-that is, not very much
though Ninesy-little angel-had just
insisted that sister must wear the new
hat first. Still, if Jack was too i'll to en-.
Joy the day, she could not think of drag
ging him through the heat
Jack cut short her protestations. Il
am we'll enough" he said. "a little
overstrained maybe-this is the anxious
time about the crop, you know-but
staying at home is the last thing I care
to do. must be at something all the
time so + shall not have leisure to wor
ry."
"Whoever thought Of your bein nerv-
ous an fdgety like that?" Miss Winfold
returned. "MomE,er is, know, an
Uncle Ben-he's just tie dearest old
grumble all the time! By the way, l
wonder Isn't it just too ridiculous
the way he's maxim show of himself,
an poor Aunt Louizy not two months in
her grave?"
"It ia natural, perhaps" Jack said,
breathing hard. "Most men, hear 1T
said, bury their wits with their wives, "
eyes, they seem to-" Miss Winfold
said, clambering heavily into the buggy.
Some way the sight recalled to him
Rob's light lift from the impulse of his
hand, her dainty way of settling herself
in exactly the right place beside him,
her eager. coaxing eyes, as she held out
her hands for the reins, saying, with
soft mischief:
"Jack, do be good fellow. Let me
show you how these horses ought to be
driven. OF course know ever so much
better than you. People always do, you
see, about things that they have no con-
Germ with. When set up for philoso'
pher-I shall one Of these days-l mean
to give my whole mind to discovering
what it is that makes the wisdom of in
experience so very, very wise"
Then, of course, he had let her drive
ber fill, delighting no less than herself
in her knowledge of all the finer nice
points. She knew and loved horses as
we'll as himself. Up to three years back
she had had the best mount in the coun-
ty. Nothing there could give dust to
Lightlady, the Lightfoot mare out OF
Bonnybel, that Rob had broken and
trained herself into pattern of equine
virtues. A thief had come in the night
and stolen her from the pasture where
she ran at grass. Rob had got white and
breathless q minute when the certainty
of loss came to her, then broken into
laugh, saying as her color came back:
"The fellow should be ashamed o1
himself. No artistic horse thief would
ever have demeaned himself to take any
thing so ridiculously easy, but If he hac
good taste in horseflesh Lightlady wa:
temptation. Nothing in the state hao
better blood or action. If he was in
strait, he chose we'll. No doubt it's aw
fully unprincipled to say it, but if he was
in danger I forgive him and hope he go
away"
"Never mind, daughter. You shal
have a better than Lightlady as soon al
ever Jack can find it for you," Mr.. Nc
Gregor had said, and Rob had flung uI
her hands, saying, with a mischievou
laugh: Daddy, do you mean that? Oh
you can'tl Surely you'll let me choose
my own saddle horse. Remember, may
one day have to choose az
Husband, Jack had broken in
laughing over the face she made, though
she ran on as though he had not spoken
-"person to inherit my vast estate
What will you do then if you canno
trust me now? You know, people Away
show the best side Of themselves, and
like my daddy, never look under tn
surface -
"Yet you would venture upon hors'
trade" Jack had said, lifting his eye