Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-08-27

sensible girl and don't want to cause
trouble. Perhaps you don't quite realize
yet that this may be hanging bust
ness, and shouldn't like to think such
q pretty colleen as you was concerned
in it. know you're very fond Of Mr..
Blake, Of course, and it's natural enough,
for he's a fine, bold, outstanding gentle
man, butt
"Who told you I was fond Of him2''
asked the girl, with toss Of the head.
"Sure, we all know it, darling, and
we don't blame you; but come, now,
tell the truth and shame the devil, like
an honest colleen, as I'm sure you are. u
"I'll tell you nothing" " said Mary,
setting her lips together.
Don't say that now, for it's un-
worthy Of you. Some day you'll be git.
ting married, and I'd like to dance at
your wedding"
She gave a short, mocking laugh.
"There's more than me that thought
of marrying, maybe" she said, land yet
it didn't come off,"
Meaning Miss Power?" asked the
captain. "Well, now, Mary, they're
saying that young Mr.. Blake was mad
with love for her and clean lost his
head when she refused to be his wife. d
"He never wanted her," said Mary,
flushing angrily. IF he ever went af'
ther her at all at all, it was because he
wanted her money, which was his by
rights.
"And when he couldn't get either
the lady or the money he swore to be
revenged?" observed Kennedy.
~ don't know what that is" return
ed Mary. "All l know is that she's got
what she worked for and won't cause
any more trouble. I"
"But, come now," said Kennedy per.
suasively, isn't it puzzle what has
happened to her? Not trace of her can
we find, though we've dragged the riv.
er from the bridge down to the sea-"
"Then you'd better drag the say it
SELF" cried the girl with laugh
MAYBE it's there you'll find her"
Langford trembled, and Mortified ex.
clamation escaped from the priest, but
Kennedy remained quite cool
"Mr. Blake tells me he was here all
yesterday, and all last night" he said
"f Mr.. Blake says that same, it's
true"
"Was he in your company9"
YOU'D better ask him." was the
curt answer.
mind what you're saying" said the
officer, with sudden sternness III
you're not careful you may put the
rope round your lovers neck, for there's
been murder done, and it's hanging
business
Not the least disconnected by the
statement, Mary looked full in the off,
GERS face and made this significant re-
ply:
"Sure how can there be murder when
you can't prove that anybody's kilt!
When you find the body, twill be time
TO talk"
And she walked coolly out of the
room.
Kennedy looked perplexed.
"You heard that?" he said, turning
to Langford. "I'm sure now that that
girl knows everything, but torture itself
would never get word out of her. l
can't arrest her on mere suspicion, but
I shall keep a sharp eye on her while
Blake is in custody"
They found Blake outside the inn,
guarded by the police. He had regained
all his coolness and was exchanging
rough jests with his captors and with
his savage acquaintance who clustered
near the door.
Keep your heart up, Mr.. Patrick!'
cried Carey as the prisoner took his
place on the car. "Sure we'll all stand
by you"
Blake nodded and beckoned to Mary,
who stood at the inn door, her lips
trembling and her eyes full of tears. She
ran up to the car, holding out her hands.
"Mind what told you," said Blake
mysteriously.
The girl nodded and wrung his hand.
The police car drove off amid dead
silence, but when Langford mounted
his horse to follow there was a general
groan.
1.-The blackguards!" cried Father
John, standing up on his car and shak-
ing his fist. Never heed them, sir.
There's rope round the neck Of every
one Of them"
AS he spoke the driver cracked his
whip and the horse started off, nearly
projecting the priest into the road, but
while the group at the inn door laughed
derisively he clung to the rail and seat
ed himself with as much dignity as was
possible under the circumstances.
AS Langford prepared to follow Mary
Carey ran up to his horses side and
placed her hand upon the bride.
"Bad luck to you for this days work, "
she said. "It's me and mine that will
remember it, even if Mr.. Patrick for
gets"
Scarcely raising his eyes, he shook the
bride from her hand and rode slowly
away, the very incarnation Of misery
and despair.
TO BE CONTINUED.