Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-03-11

Fenton stopped and once more couered
his eyes aDedTtly 1Dtth hts hands.
tellectual advantage. Then, perhaps
her father died and his affairs were
found to be embarrassed. Grief and
anxiety hurried her mother to prema-
ture grave, and the daughter, their
only child, too independent to owe any
thing to relatives, too proud to let her
friends know what che was doing, set
about to earn her own living, ut first by
the exercise Of her talents, and, that
failing, by accepting the situation In
which l found her. At other times I
thought it possible that an unhappy
home had driven her out into the world,
there to make her way as best she could.
Of course, neither Of these solutions Of
the enigma may be right, and yet 1t
seems to me that either one or the other
of them would account for all. I am
utterly incapable of solving the mystery
that surrounds her death. Without any
special circumstances, mere robbery
would hardly be sufficient reason for
the murder; for was 80 near that 1t
would have been all but impossible for
the murderous thief to have rifled her
body, and then what likelihood was
the-e of sufficient spoil to compensate
him for the awful risk he RAM"
Fenton stopped and once more oov-
cred his eyes YEARLY with his hands. I
felt it would be useless to dwell longer
on the details of the murder. He had
told me all he knew, and further dis
cussion seemed needless cruelty to my
friend. Besides, my time had expired.
So rose.
"By the bye," I asked, shave you no
photograph of her you could let me
have? feel confident that we could
throw some light on this awful mys-
.sry if we could only trace her ante
cedents. If you have her picture. 1t
would no doubt help u.s."
Eyes" be replied, II have one pho
tograph of her which che gave me after
much pressing and reluctantly enough
in all conscience. I left it at home that
awful night. You will find it in a
leather case In the top left hand drawer
of my dressing table, in which keep
my ties, under the paper at the bottom
of the drawer. Ask Mabel to give it
you"
I said goodby to my friend as cheerily
az possible and assured him that we
were doing everything that could be
done in his interests and that no stone
would be left unturned to prove his in
nooenoe, but I left him with a heavy
heart, for felt the all but utter hope
lessness Of the task before US.
I got the photograph that same day.
Il was cabinet vignette Of remark
ably handsome girl, and for the mo-
ment I could not believe this was the
Door woman, the memory OF whom,
huddled in the gutter as had first seen
her would forever remain with me,
but second glance showed me that 1t
was in Iced the same woman before the
storms and blasts of life had furowed
her cheeks and dulled her eyes. Here I
saw q face breathing inward happiness
and coptentment-the face of woman
To be remembered. Beneath wealth OF
dark hair were broad forehead and
ewes of marvellous depth and beauty.
The chin betokened unusual decision,
and it was evident she was not q woman
to be lightly dealt with. On the other
hand, her nostrils and lips gave the i'm
preston that she sought some one to
care for and even lean upon and on
whom the wealth Of no ordinary love
would be lavished in return. Altogether
it was an exceptional face-one Of a