Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-12-07

half dozen empty rOOuS GO oae o aPolS v
ment.
He could not restrain his curiosity.
"a dream!'' he repeated. II do not
believe in sleep that is broken by
dreams, unless they are Of the most
cheerful sort possible. And 1 judge
from what you say that yours was not
cheerful. "
WANTED to tell him. felt that in a
way he had right to know what had
happened to me or what I thought had
happened to me under this roof. And
vet did not speak. What could tell
would sound so puerile in the broad
sunshine that enveloped u.s. | merely
remarked that cheerfulness was not to
be expected in a domicile so given over
to the ravages of time, and then with
that lightness and versatility which
characterize me under certain exigeuces
l introduced a topic we could discuss
without any embarrassment to himself
or me.
"Do You see Mother Jane there?" ]
asked. "I had some talk with her yes.
terday. She seems like harmless i'm
becile."
Every harmless, =" said he; "her only
fault is greed; that is Unsuitable. Yet
it is not strong enough to take her a
quarter of mile from this place. Moth
ing could do that, I think. She believes,
you see, that her daughter Lizzie is
still alive and will come back to the
hut some day. She wouldn't be away
then for all the bank holds know, for
I have tried to tempt her. It's very sad
when you think that the girls dead
and has been dead nearly 40 years.
"Why does she harp on numbers?''
said I. II heard her mutter certain ones
over and over"
"That is a mystery none of US has
solved" said he. POSSIBLY she has no
reason for it. The yagaries Of the wit
less are often quite unaoeountable.'
felt him looking at me, not from
any connection between what he had
Just said and anything to be observed
in me, but from Well, I was glad
that 1 have been carefully trained in
my youth to pay the greatest attention
to my morning toilets. Any woman can
look we'll at night and many women
inthe flush Of a bright afternoon, but
the woman who looks we'll in the morn
ing needs not always to be young to at
tract the appreciative gaze OF a man OF
real penetration. Mr.. Trohm was such
a man, and did not begrudge him the
pleasure he showed in my neat gray
silk and carefully adjusted collar. But
he said nothing, and a short silence en-
sued, which was perhaps more of COM
pliment than otherwise. Then he utter
ed short sigh and lifted the reins.
"f only was not debarred from en-
tering," he smiled, with short gesture
toward the house.
did not answer. Even l understand
that on occasion the tongue plays but a
sorry part in such interviews.
He sighed again and uttered some
short encouragement to his horse, which
started that animal up and sent him
slowly pacing down the road toward
the cheerful clearing toward which my
own eyes were looking with what was
determined should not be construed
even by the most sanguine into.a glance
of anything like wistfulness. AS he
went Mr. Trohm gave me bow have
never seen surpassed in my own parlor
in Gramercy park, and upon my bestow-
ing upon him short return glanced up
at the house with an intentness which
seemed to increase as some object lnvls-
ible to me from where stood caught
his eye. AS that eye was directed to-
ward the left wing and lifted as far as
the second row of windows 1 could not
help asking myself if he had seen the
knot of Grape which had produced upon
me so lugubrious an impression. Before
| could make sure he had passed from
sight and the highway fell again into
shadow-why, | hardly knew, for the
sun certainly had been shining few
minutes before.