Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-09-10

it scarcely seems to have happened. And
now my mind is made up am going,
for time at least, to leave this place.
I have friends in Dublin, with whom I
shall be safe and happy-as happy as I
can ever be. You will see me there from
time to time, will you not, and bring
me any news? In the meantime know
my secret is safe in your keeping"
The good priest gave her his blessing
and departed, taking with him the man.
uscript which she had written.
Next day all was commotion at Craig
castle, for its mistress was preparing to
go away. She spent the morning in ar
ranging domestic affairs and dismissing
with a liberal bonus the chief members
of her establishment The castle was to
remain under the charge Of her house
keeper and one or two servants, and the
coachman and one groom she retained
to look after the stables. By the after
noon all preparations were completed,
GATHERINGS heavy luggage dispatched
by car to Westport, and arrangements
made for Catherine herself and her
maid to be driven early next morning
to the railway station Of the same town.
She had just dined in solitary state,
when a servant brought in a letter.
"Mr. Langford' g waiting at the door,
my lady. He asked me to give you this
and get your answer"
She opened the letter and read as fol-
lows:
You are going away. For Gods sake, let me
speak to you for one moment before you go.
Pale and trembling, yet quite collect
ed, she wrote on the back of the letter In
pencil:
Iwish to see no one. II you have any regard
or respect left for me, you will go away as you
came am going away, as you say, and 1t is
my prayer that we should never meet again
She inclosed the letter in fresh en-
velope, which she sealed and handed to
the servant.
"Give that to Mr.. Langford," she
said, "and ON no account let him enter
the house."
EARLY the next morning she left the
castle in an open car drawn by two
horses and driven by new coachman,
whom she had engaged temporarily In
place Of James Feeny. Only her maid
went with her, and the servants, by
whom she was adored, crowded at the
door to bid her goodby.
"Poor ladyp' said the housekeeper.
"She's heartbroken entirely, and no
wonder"
It was a beautiful winter morning,
the sun was shining brightly, and the
grass and trees were sparkling through
silver hoar frost. Inland rose the noun
tains and southwark shone the placid
waters of Clew bay. AS she drove
through the demesne to the lodge gate
Catherine looked on the quiet scene
with silent tears She had grown to
love the place, and her heart ached to
leave it.
"Shall 1 ever come back?" she
thought. "God knows Perhaps l may
find peace and comfort far away"
As they passed through the lodge
gates her heart leaped into her mouth,
and she went deathly pale. Waiting on
the high road was man on horseback,
whom she recognized at once.
Philip Langford.
His pale, sad face looked careworn
and inexpressibly sorrowful, and he
stopped in the saddle as if under the
weight of years, but when their eyes
met his flashed eagerly, and he held out
his hand with an imploring gesture.
"Drive oni" said Catherine to the
coachman, ard averted her face.
The coachgnan whipped his horses,
and the car passed swiftly by Without
once looking back Catherine clung to
the seat as if in mortal terror; then,. un-
able to control her agitation, she leaned
back and sobbed, covering her face with
her hands
As if turned to marble, Langford sat
watching the car until it disappeared.
Even then he remained irnmovable, his
face gray and livid, his eyes sunken in
utter despair At last, with an effort,
he shook off his apathy and rode slowly
homeward to his house by the sea-
An old man met him on the lawn be-
fore the door, touched his hat and look
ed wistfully up into his face
"She has gone, yer honor
"Yes, Michael, and | believe she will
never come back" answered Langford,
alighting from his horse.
Ibid yer honor spake wild herr"
Langford shook his head and walked
slowly and feebly, like a man death
struck, into the house. He entered a
small sitting room on the ground floor
and falling into chair sat with his
eyes fixed before him, looking on va
cancy.
A face looked into the room-that Of
an old woman.
"God bless yer honor" the woman
said, entering the door "Have ye
come back? And Miss Catherine? Did
ye spake wild herr"
He answered her with despairing
look of his dark eyes
"She went away without word, "
cried the old woman. "Oh, wirasthrue,
wirasthruel And she that knew well
yer heart was breaking for her sake.
May the Lord above punish her for
turning away in her pride from the best