Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-01-14

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what the same plan as an Indian bunga-
low; the walls were Of great thickness,
the better to Withstand the heat, sup
pose; the rooms presented the appear.
ance Of being lofty and imposing, while
one and all opened by means Of French
windows on to the broad veranda which
ran round the house upon every side.
This veranda and indeed the whole
house was embowered in dense masses
OF different colored creepers which in
the brilliant sunshine presented most
charming and novel effect. From the
veranda on the left or south side another
broad fight Of stone steps, similarly
adorned with stone carvings, conducted
one to the garden, while to the right,
and scarcely more than couple Of hun.
dred yards distant, crashed the water
fall I had seen from the hill, with
roar that could have been heard many
miles away, down into the black pool
200 feet below.
At the foot Of the first steps my guide
left me and returned to the harbor by
the road along which he had come. I
paused to recover my breath and watched
him out of sight, then, turning to the
house, assembled the flight Of steps. Just
as 1 reached the top and was wondering
how l might best make my presence
known to those inside I heard the rus.
tling of q dress in the veranda. Next
moment Allie herself, clad in white from
top to toe, as was her custom, came
round the corner, followed by her
enormous bulldog, and confronted me.
| can see her now, and even after this
lapse Of time can feel the influence of
her wonderful personality upon me just
as plainly as if it were but yesterday
stood before her. Seeing me, she said
something to the dog-who had uttered
low growl-and stretched out her
hand
Good morning, DR.. De Norman
ville," she said, smiling as no other
woman could ever do. "You received
my note. then? 1 am glad to see you,
and make you welcome to my home"
"A garden of Eden should be in.
clined to, call it," answered, looking
about me- "How many of Us would be
glad to dwell in itl''
She looked at me for moment and
then asked somewhat bitterly:
pray is that pretty speech meant for
Allie or the Beautiful White Devil?
There is difference, you know"
Then, not permitting me time to an
swer, she changed the subject by say
ing:
"Breakfast is on the table, / believe.
Let us go in to it. Will you give me
your arm?"
/ did so, and together we passed from
the creeper covered veranda into room
straight before Us.
In the previous chapter have de-
scribed to you Allies cabin on board the
Lone Star and in doing it almost beg
CARED myself of language Now can
only ask you to believe that, rich as
that cabin was in its appointments. in
it's arrangements, its curios and articles
of v1rtu, the room which we entered
now eclipsed it in every particular. In
deed, such another never remember to
have seen.
In the center of the room stood the
breakfast table, covered with an exqui-
sitely embroidered white linen cloth, on
which was displayed such a collection
of beautiful. gold and silver ware as
had never seen on table before. Three
heaps of fruit, consisting of durians,
pisangs, bananas, mangoes, mangosteens
and custard apples, were piled upon
three lovely Sevres dishes in the cente:,
fanked by two quantity shaped decan-
ters filled with Wine