Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-03-28

er meant ABOUT nnQlnS anu IoSiuS pa
pers that belonged to Tom BroXton.
She would not let Miss Malvina know
about the awful things that poor old
crazy woman" had said to her father.
Those were words that must never
find utterance a second time. They
were too dreadful, too cruel, too false,
absolutely false! And yet they haunt
ed her. Some sleek black and white
COWS filed past her. vending their way
homeward for the night. Their gener-
Gus udders hung heavy with the prom
ise Of q rich yield. All Of the black
and white kline used to belong to Colo
mel Broxton. No one else had their
like. She could distinctly remember
hearing the old colonel discourse upon
the superiority of his imported Hol-
stems and being rallied by her father
on his extravaganza in keeping such a
fancy breed. She wondered who the
black and white COWS belonged to now
Tom, Of course. The thud Of rapid
hoof beats on the road behind her
made her draw still farther aside into
the dusty grass and weeds. She felt
like hiding. "Why?" she asked herself
petulantly. With long. clean strides.
drawing q light sulky after her as easi-
ly as if It were baby's perambulator.
the colonel's black mare sped past her.
A stranger was in the sulky. A man
she had never seen was driving the
mare Winnie. She wondered who she
belonged to now-Tom. Of course.
Sick at heart. sore frightened, hating
herself for even remembering that
"crazy old woman's" terrible words,
she reached the Spillman gate and
passed timidly through 1t and up the
broken brick walk. between Miss Nal.
vina's two rows Of gayly blossoming
ANIMALS. into the cottage. without
knocking, for the door stood wide
open. If she knocked. Mother" Spill
man might answer.
There was no one in the little sitting
room. The great chintz covered easy
chair which she had never before seen
vacant had been pushed back against
the wall. Miss Malvina's sewing ma
chine was closed. and its oilcloth cover
was spread over it. The books on the
table in the center Of the room were
rigidly correct in their stiff arrange
ment. A lamp burned dimly in the
midst Of them. There was certain
air Of decorous repose about the entire
room which smote upon Olivla's nerves
ominously. The door to the adjoining
room was ajar. A dim light shone
through it. Perhaps she would find
them in there OF course she would.
DR.. Govan had said Mother" Spill
man was sick. She had forgotten it.
With considerate caution she made
her way toward the light. She did not
want to disturb 1.-The poor old lunatic,"
but she must have speech with Miss
Malvina. She could not rest that night
without 1t. Yes, she found them in
there, mother and daughter, the one
quiet, motionless, at rest, with her
long, gaunt hands lying stretched
peacefully upon the white coverlet, the
other sitting by the bedside weeping in
noiseless resignation to the expected,
weeping for her dead. Olivia swept
swiftly forward and laid q hand on
Miss Malvina's arm. us she sick? Is
she asleep?'
"She is dead" said Malvina quietly.
"She went very peacefully just FIVE
minutes ago."
The lonely woman lifted her dull red
eyes to Olivia's. The girl felt quick
rush of sympathy. She wound her
arms about the mourner.
Dead, and you here alone!'
Miss Malvina turned and Smoothed
the thin gray hairs back from the mar.
BILE cold face on the pillows.
"I'd rather have had it so," she said.
81 wanted nobody about. Poor dear!
She has not been herself for so long.
She talked queerly sometimes. and l
wanted no gossips about"
Olivia bowed her head in sad COM
prehension. "You mean about my ia
ther." She stood resting one hand on