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


Staging Of Willis HOlDnrd.
me between the curtains of the bed.
How heartily we embraced and laughed
and glared at one another. as if we had
been parted for years did not appear
pen in hand. before the ambassador
that day. but spent my time reading
the home letters and listening to Red
Harding's stories
Harry alcne had heard of my esca
pade with Tom Beverley. and he wrote
upon the subject at great length. be-
seeching me. for the love they bore me
in the house of LISTENS to take care OF
my neck. Tears filled my eyes when |
read my mothers note, and the little
message from Marion. which was won
drous humble The captain sent me a
poem. most heroic. of his own compos-
ing, and they all prayed me IT, come
back before Christmas
Tom took Red Harding out with
him, while l wrote man! pages in re
ply to all these | think my letters
must have been like the works of the
poor poet who for money. wrote on
husbandry. the church and state, mill
tary matters end Latin prose and was
forever verging on his one dear subject.
poetry, but nowhere mentioned it. So
did / write Of this and that. ever think
ing of the princess and tingeing my SEN
tences with her; yet nowhere wrote her
name.
When | finished. it was time for
candles. Tom and Red Harding had not
returned. so put on my cloak and hat
and went down into the gardens Some
of the flowers were frozen in their beds
and the air was chilly looked at the
royal wing of the palace, where it
fronts along the crest of the terrace.
The windows cleaned out, one by one.
as the servants lit the candles. One
easement glowed as red rose before
my eyes. | stood until all twilight
failed-until the stars glinted and the
moon swung up above the great woods
where | had dreamed.
Then | turned to 60, and in my first
step my foot sent something singing
along the gravel. stopped and peered
low to discover it Then | dropped on
my knees and felt about with careful
fingers After searching for some time
found, on the frozen mold at the edge
of the path, silver buckle set with
rubies And the same | had 90 often
seen in the hunting hat Of certain
great lady that ] held it fondly and
went on toward my apartments in the
palace.
Fumes of the Virginian leaf greeted
me at the door. and upon entering, |
found our old retainer and Tom Beverley
comfortably seated.
What think your cried Tom
This cavalier from listens has been
making love to the princess
"Truly. said Red Harding I'VE
met the lady in the garden and walked
up and down and around. like priests
after mass. many times together And
her highness showed much interest in
me and all my friends A great soldier
ever aims high
Tom winked at ME and asked what
held SO closely in my fingers
The old lieutenant 8 eyes protruded
'By heavens. it is the buckle | saw IN
the princess hat he exclaimed
MY dear friend. were there never
two buckles made alike2' | answered.
1t was Red Harding's intention to
start the following morning on his re-
turn Journey to Blatenburg and as he
had not seen enough of the taverns of
Cloburg during the day Tom and ! took
him along after tea
Outside we found the moon obscured
and the air turned mild The lieutenant
swore roundly. thinking of muddy