The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-09-19

with this cOurier?" said. "Where are
you going and where have you come
erom?"
She raised her indolent arms over
her head and stretched her 1.-the body
as leopard does In the sun. She open
ed her strange eyes to their fullest ex-
tent and stared. Whatever che found
In my face seemed to satisfy her, for
moment later she spoke:
"Yes. travel alone with my courier.
have como from Spain. and am
going somewhere, don't quite know
where. What does 1t matter3 would
like never to know where am going,
nor what the country is. nor the day.
nor the month, nor the year. wish
had never learned these things. What
/. Is the use Of chasing tomorrows and
yesterdays7 Isn't it enough that every
day is todayi"
AS she said this q look nf fatigue
came over her face, her lashee fell and
covered and hid away her peculiar
| eyes, her bosom heaved feverishly, and
her breath came and went hutriedly.
Whatever she was. the woman hhd
feelings, and very sensitive ones.
An hour went by. questioned her,
and leerned some curious details OF
her lie. Her name was Sylvia, her
husbands name Whitworth. he was
! O merchant, but he failed and deserted
her. 81 don't think minded much"
she said, with her wonderful smile.
"He was never true 90 me. Perhaps
he is dead"
Had been In my sane senses, as I
now am. 12 years later. should have
laughed In my sleeve. AS It was, I
was not in my sane senses, and eell
In Love with her. She was travelling,
she didn't care where. For the night,
at least, che was to stay at the came
hotel as myself, at the Brocken. From
me she gathered my slight history, my
nationality. my appointment at Ber-
lin. my family. my age.
II suppose" che said frankly, "that
some people might wonder at my going
about 80 Independently, but don't
care O button what people think. ]
suppose if had any inclinations to-
ward wickedness should be O very
wicked person, but you see have no
inclination. don't look at It from
the moral point OF view, because ]
don't believe in morality. have no
creeds, but don't think It would
amuse me the least to be wicked"
Presently we waded ashore. She
dried her feet, or rather I dried them
for her, on dainty lace handkerchief,
They were very lovely feet. AT the
contact of her warm, white desh my
fingers trembled. She saw they trem.
bied, ald, gently pushing me away. che
finished the task herself, and then
looked up at me with q smile. She
invited me TO enter her carriage with
her, and I did 80. AS we got in, the
courier muttered something rather sav.
agely, and my charming friend ben,
her head down and conversed with
him eagerly in q tone which sounded
conciliatory. A little farther OF We
met my carriage. We stopped, and
with pretty air OF command Mrs
Whitworth signifled her intention OF
changing carriages. We got in, and
arranged my rugs about her feet, my
cushions at her back. She shut. hel
eyes and went to sleep. while sat
watching her. AS I watched her, O
madness seemed to come over me. !
have never In my life experienced any
thing like 1t before or since; 1t was like
magnetism. Perhaps 1t was due to the
sultry heat, the utter stiffness, the slow
progress Of the carriage through the
most beautiful scenes, OF. more likely
still, the back thrown head. the sensi
tive and fine profile, the parted Grim
SON lips, the regular breathing. the un
defined languor OF pose, and the pecul
lar perfume that hung about my com
panion. that fired my ardent spirit. Al
last softly took possession OF the
hand nearest me. It was warm and
pulsating; tho very touch Of It seemed
TO bring into Life an the feelings that Lay
dormant In me. I bent forward eau
ttously: in another moment I should
have kissed her parted crimson Lips
when suddenly, swiftly, the strange
eyes opened, wide and full, az ie she
had not been sleeping at all.
"Ah." she said softly, "what were
you going to DOR
I. flushing scarlet, was gnurmuring
come excuses. when che interrupted
nc:
I! ''Never mind. I am not angry. But
! yOu were very bold"
1was gong TO answer, when. In quite
different mood, she inquired Tho Use
OF strong black box that lay on the
geat opposite ua. replied that It was
my dispatch box, containing my
DaperB. my passport. my valuables an
! tbs way OF 5ewelry, and an tho money
and. Dromissory notes I possessed al
the moment. But before + had nearly
!! got through my list my friends in.
terese had faded, and aAe was leaning
over the carriage looking as the stream
/ tho usen1els. heard her name it.
1 BY this time We had arrived at the
doOv o. tho apology for q fceel. which
was teen the only hosteIry On the
J Bcoeksn. offered % agsise Mss.
4 sgs..ss..;~0Eth. but she turned away witt,
her courier. and occupied myself in
having my things slowed away In the
room had engaged over night. II
was O tiny apartment. with walls no
thicker than paper. In fact the whole
i place was like a rambling and III built