Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-03-10

teresting. feel like Cinderella II
trousers. with all my pumpkins turned
into jewels and silver plate"
"Eh. Tom? Where is it all?"
81 did not know Of its existence
Mother Spillman. OF course after
mother and Aunt Lu died father and
lived very simply. ! was only 6 wher
he and | were left alone. and have
been off at school since | was II.
suppose all those things are in bank
somewhere. don't know much about
my affairs as yet"
"But you are getting to be a mar
now, Thomas, and you ought to be
looking after your own affairs. You
ought to know what belongs to you
There were inventories Of the jewels
even describing the most valuable
ones. and Of the silver. know what
am talking about. Thomas. ought to
| helped your dear mother make out
those inventories. You ought to know
all this. Thomas"
The closing admonition Of his fa'
theirs unfinished letter flashed into bis
memory.
81 suppose when the proper time
comes will. Mother Spillman.
have been too busy with my books up
to date. But Mr.. Matthew'S
Here he received a violent surprise.
The old woman laid her two hands on
the coat lapel nearest her and shook II
very much after the fashion Of a ter.
rier pouncing on rat.
"Don't trust everything to him, boy;
don't, say"
"My father trusted him." said Tom
right Loyalty Che flung the words at her
angrily with help from the trumpet,
trusted him utterly and always. They
were like brothers. From my earliest
childhood I have had Mr.. Matthews
held up to Inc rs an eXemplar, a man
of probity and good judgment. You
must not SANDER my guardian in my
presence. Mother Spillman. I can't
allow it. Excuse me If seem rude"
ST see, see. He has bewitched you
as he bewitched your father before
you and his sister before him. If one
should come back from the dead to
warn you. it would do no good. no
good, Thomas"
Tom recoiled with q nervous laugh.
a poor assumption Of ease. The flow
ers wrapped about his fathers letter,
the marked passage in his fathers b.
BILE, the dimly deserted figure bending
over his fathers desk. all rushed into
his mind clamoring for recognition as
celestial messengers whom he had
treated with scant courtesy. He took
refuge in levity.
ooh. come now, Mother Spillman!
have great respect for spooks and
am sure | should never dare to treat
one with disrespect. But mere NOR
tai Is quite another thing. 1t would
not be an easy task for any one In the
flesh to convince me that my guardian
was other than the high toned gentle
man and clear headed business man
my fathers selection Of him as a
friend and my guardian proves him.
l think I can safely intrust my affairs
to him until | am ready to take the
helm myself"
At which the old woman's wrath
famed out fiercely. Tom had risen
from the hassock while speaking. 1t
was time for him to go OH to the Mat
thews'. Mother Spillnan rose. too.
confronting him majestically. She
stretched out one palsied hand impe-
riously.
Don't speak Of Horac" Matthews
and Rufus BroXton in the same breath.
at least not in my presence. Don't cou-
pie thoughts Of them In your pure
young soul. 1t is desecration. am
wasting my breath. My words are
falling on deaf ears. But the time
may come when you will ask In bitter
ness of spirit why no one warned you
against Horace Matthews. 1t shall
not be on my conscience that | was too
great a coward to do it. | tell you.
Thomas Broyton"-
Mother"
Miss Malvina stood in the doorway
regarding her mother angrily. The loud
tones of the quavering old voice had
carried beyond the front gate. The i'm
precation that was ready to be hurled
at the lawyers head sunk into a plain
tive whine.
"They are all against me. Every
body's for him. Even my own child is
ready to revile me for Horace Mat
thews."
Tom stood looking from one to the
other Of his two old friends with pity
g.
AGA
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