The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-08-03

hungrily as~ne stepped across the
courtyard. The house certainly
showed no outward signs of mag
nifcence and testified in nowise to
the aesthetic tastes of its inhab-
itants In the great, empty, sun
shiny forecourt some guinea fowls
were scratching up the sand on the
paling, and lot of milk cans and
wooden tubs were stuck upside
down to dry.
Not living soul did Gabor en-
counter as he stepped softly into the
corridor which ran along the front
of the house. He did not dare pene-
trate farther in that direction, fear
ing to stumble upon one of the
young ladies in negligee, perhaps,
and turned instead toward the laun-
dry, under the big mulberry tree,
where the weeks washing was 60
ing forward and a whole swarm Of
maids we're passing to and fro with
baskets of linen, while the ironing
board stood in the shadow of the
overreaching thatch. The gentle
mems shirts, with hemstitched
fronts, which required special at
tention and careful treatment, were
sorted out and put ready for Miss
Elias iron, for here was Ella herself
with white handkerchief tied over
her hair and her sleeves rolled up
above the elbow, her cheeks pink
and warm from the heat of the iron,
which from time to time she tested
against them.
AS she caught sight of the ap-
preaching sportsman and recognized
who he was she gave a cry and
made rush for the house, almost
losing a slipper in her hurry to es-
cape. Two or three others of the
girls who were engaged with the
family washing and who were also
the Misses Gyurkovics followed
their sisters example. Only the gen.
uine washerwomen stolidly stuck to
their business.
Andreas Gabor went back to his
relatives house, and in the course
of conversation retailed this curious
adventure to his cousin. The latter,
pursed up his lips. "What would
you have7'' he asked. "Mrs. Gyur-
kovics has such lot of children
that she is obliged to set them all to
work. The sons who remain at
home attend to the farm, and the
daughters manage the kitchen and
dairy. They scrub, cook, iron, pre-
pare the market produce, make all
sorts of stillroom confections''-
Andreas Gabor clasped his hands.
"If you could only have seen them
in Budapestl''
"Of course. Because they spend
down there what they earn here in
years hard work. suppose in
town they pass for grandees, ehG
They work the whole year in order
to enjoy that fortnight in Budapest
and stint themselves in nothing as
long as it lasts.
Miss Ella Gyurkovics was not a
little astonished to find that, in spite
of the ironing episode, young Gabor
repeated his visit to her mothers
house early in tho partridge shoot
ing eason. He found her in the
forecourt as he approached oversee
ing some workmen, with cloth
covering her pretty hair from the
dust. This time she did not attempt
to escape from him, for she had
given up the hope of impressing him
with her grandeur. She made room
for him beside her on a heap Of
empty sacks, and when he sat down
she let the cover slide off her hair
on to her shoulders. She spoke of
all sorts Of Indifferent subjects.
Then he suddenly interrupted.
"Do you remember, Ella, that last
evening at Budapest, when we
danced together9 I did not think
then that should ever see you like
this
The girl grew very red; then.
with a quick, natural impulse, she
turned and looked the young man
full in the face.
''It matters very little. l did not
please you particularly that even
ing, nor can please you much
now"
"You are mistaken. Both then
and now you pleased and please me
very much indeed.
''But better that evening in
Budapest2''
ION the contrary, much better
here in Tamasi. ~
The girl shook her head doubt
ingly and looked down at her leath-
er country soled shoes just showing
beyond her cotton skirt. The farm
man came to fetch the sacks, and
they had to move, Elias heavy
shoes making a crunching on the
gravel as the young lawyer walked