Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-09-05

But the girl OWNED all this, and when
he ceased speaking she laid her hand
caressingly on the back Of bis as 1t
rested on the arm of her chair and
murmured:
How can I ever sufficiently thank
your"
81 ask for no thanks" was the frank
reply. 1T has been pleasure for me
to work and plan for you while have
watched you bud and blossom from
infancy to childhood and from girlhood
to womanhood."
"You have always been good to me-"
she said simply. "How can ever re-
pay the debt?"
perhaps will tell you some day, II
l may; not now," was the deep toned
answer, for at that moment Reuben z.
made his appearance.
Il am just In time." thought the mar.
plot. Another moment aud the old
fool would have been down on bis
knees to her."
Advancing into the car, Filley took
up magazine and flung himself into q
chair. No one spoke to him, yet both
couples widened the distance between
them. In the slight hustle aud move
ment thus occasioned Mrs. Hurst
awoke and In that semisurprised and
half injured tone which all good peo-
pie affect when they are caught doing
in public affirmed that she had not
slept wink.
II heard every word you said. my
dears." averred the good lady, at which
announcement Chester muttered, Good
Lord, hope not!' In mock horror Just
loud enough for Madge to hear, which
sent that young lady into commissions
of suppressed laughter.
Being awake and refreshed, 1t be-
hooved Mrs. Hurst to do something for
the general good. So game Of innocu-
GUS and rather tame six handed euchre
was proposed and agreed to, although
Chester whispered to Madge that "he
would as soon play old maid or beggar
my neighbor. Filley was compelled to
join the circle. but he suffered tortures
and qualms like those experienced by
q hard drinker who Is forced to quah
Sunday school lemonade and make be-
lieve he likes 1t.
Mrs. Hurst was the only one who
really enjoyed herself that afternoon.
John Draper, usually bluff and debo-
nair, was quiet and preoccupied. Flor
ence was distralt and on more than
one occasion had to be recalled from a
reverie when it was her turn to pass"
or make It." Madge Hurst was fever.
ishly lively and had to be mildly rebuk-
ed by her mother for her pertness.
Chester Ives thought Of the precious
time being wasted, while Reuben K.
sat glowering ut the cards, Ill at ease
and mentally cursing every revolution
Of the wheels that bore him farther
from New York.
Perhaps the astute Mrs. Hurst took
note Of these things and, like a born
diplomat. adopted this simple expe-
dient to keep everybody out Of mis-
chief. But to have seen her smiling
benevolently at the players, prompting
one, rallying another and jesting with
q third, you would never have dreamed
that she. too, had something on her
mind.
While the interior Of private car
or even Of an ordinary Pullman or
Uyo por hot Mt Ia of ol
a scene Of luxury, it Is at night that the
full sense Of comfort and convenience
comes over the traveller. One by one
the silver plated lamps are lighted. The
window shades may be drawn down II
the night be stormy, or If left up the
dying day is seen slowly fading over
constantly changing horizon. In either
event q cozy feeling supervenes.
Then the white capped and aproned
waiter comes to take your order for
dinner. You hear the appetizing prep
arations In the mysterious region OF
the buffet. hardly bigger than a con.
jurer's box, yet out Of which come,
Herrmannlike, magical stores Of good
things. The snowy cloth is spread be-
fore your eyes and set with glittering
crystal and shining silver. Last, but
not least. a dainty meal Is served In
course and in style to compare favora-
bly, with the best restaurants In Paris,
London or New York. After which, If
you belong to the masculine gender.
comes the postprandlal cigar In the
smoker or, in the case Of woman, the
novel and the cozy chat with ones
travelling companion.
All these varied experiences were
gone through with on the evening OF
this third day Of which I write. They
were an old story to some Of the party,
but Madge and Florence and Chester
were like children In their gratified
amusement and entertainment at every
fresh feature and incident. None Of
them had ever taken a similar journey
before.
1t turned out that this was John
Draper's birthday. and In honor Of the
event Mrs. Hurst had dropped hint to
Gustave. the chef. to make few extra
preparations. So they were treated to
a sumptuous repast. at the close Of
which the host leaned back in his chair
and remarked:
well. Gustave has surpassed him
self tonight! These Frenchmen are
marvels of ingenuity and resource"
Have you forgotten what today is?"
inquired Mrs. Hurst Of her brother.
Thursday. Is 1t not" responded
John Draper.
YES; Thursday, May 13, and the
fortieth birthday Of a certain distin-
guished friend Of ours" was the arch