Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-01-04

aNo one is with her. Mr.. Gryoe may
be near, but she has undertaken her
task alone Miss Butterworth, ! have
never broken promise before in all my
life, but I am going to break this
Come, let us fly to her. She has her
lovers memory, butI have nothing Id
all the world but her. - =
Immediately turned, and we hasten
ed down the stairs, but az the foot Lo-
reeri gave me q look and said:
sMy promise was not to enter the
highway Would you be afraid to folE
low me by another road secret road
all overgrown with thistles and black
berry bushes which have not been trim
med up for yearse'
/ thought of my thin shoes, my neat
silk dress. but only TO forget them the
next moment.
Il will go anywhere. " said l "But
where, where has Lucetta gone9 Is it
to Deacon Spear'sy II so"-
But Loreen- n-was already too far In ad-
yanceof me to answer. She was young,
she was 1.-THE and was down as far as
the kitchen before ] had passed the
flower parlor. But when we had sped
clear Of the house / found that my prog
ress bade fair to be as rapid as hers,
for her agitation was hindrance to her.,
while excitement always brings ont my
powers and heightens both my wits and
my Judgment Z
Our way lay past the stables, from
which expected every minute TO see
two or three dogs jump GBut William,
who had been discreetly sent out OF the
waysearly in, the afternoon by the two
sisters, had taken Saracen with him.
and possibly the rest, SO our passing by
disturbed nothing, not even ourselves
The next moment we were in a field OF
prickers, through which we both strug!
gleds till we came into sort Of swamp.
This was bad going, but we foundered
through it. edging continually as !
could not but see toward a distant fence
beyond which rose the symmetrical
lines Of an orchard
.Loreen, | cried, "Loreen, those
are MI. Trohm's groundsl Must we pass
through them?'
t.It's the shortest way" she shouted,
back. for among the hummocks Of the
swamp she had got the start OF me
again.
And, unpleasant as felt this intrusion
to be, / hastened on, oiertaking her.
once more just as we reached q tiny
gateway SO covered with vines that
there was no need for Loreen to say:
z t'I do not believe this has been OPEN
ed for years, but it must be opened
now. !" And, throwing her young strength
against it, she burst it through with
all its vines, and bidding me pass she
stepped herself over the trailing
branches and made without word for
the winding path we now saw clearly
defined ON the edge of the orchard be-
fore us
.'Oh, exclaimed Loreen, stopping
one moment TO catch her breath, II do
not know what ! fear OF. to what our
steps will bring ua I only know that ]
must hunt for Lucetta till Lind her.
II there Is danger where she is, I must
share 1t. You can rest here or come far.
,ther on. But what Is this?' i.
Il was man. BE had started sud.
denly from some one Of the shadows
near the hedgerow.
Silencep' he whispered, putting his
finger ON his lips. If you are looking
for Miss Knollys, ~ he added, seeing us
both pause aghast, "she is on the lawn
beyond, talking to Mr.. Trohm. Il you
come here, you can see her. She Is In
no kind Of danger, but If she were Mr..
Gryce is in the first row Of trees to the
back there, and a call from me-
That made me remember my whistle.
It was still round my neck, but my
hand, which had instinctively gone to
1t, fell again in extraordinary emotion
as took in the situation he had limited
at and realized that it was on MIR.
Trohm's grounds we stood and that it
was toward Mr. Trohm himself Loreen's
looks Of unmistakable fear and dread
were turned.
"Loreen," whispered, sit is not
here you look for solution Of that
awful mystery?"
miss Butterworth, she answered,
"it is here you should look for it.
"Here? I?'' Never have I felt such
emotion and never have I 30 nearly sue
cumbed to it. "What do you mean" !
prayed. "Tell me, tell me quickly what
You meanP
II mean," she gasped, "that that is
the man who has pursued us with his
hatred, driving my father and my moth
er into their graves Obadiah Trohm Is
the rich man of whom we spoke to
you; not Deacon Spear or any one else
in this unhappy lane. And breaking
from me she slid away nearer the i'll
assorted couple, in one Of whom from
that moment l saw no longer the cour-
teous, kindly country gentleman, but
monster of vengeful propensities, If not
something worse and still more diabol-
ical
"Come'' she beckoned, happily too
absorbed in her own emotions to notice
mine LET us get nearer. If Mr.. Trohm
is the wicked man we fear, there Is no
telling what the means are which he
uses to get rid Of his victims There
was nothing to be found in his house,
but who knows but that the danger may
be around her now. It was evidently to
dare it she came, to offer herself as a
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