Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-04-07

Failure Is impossible to man with
jaw like that. The world will hea
from Broxton yet. What young Her
cules he is! He would be handsome
dog If the gloom In his eyes woult
lift"
At which point in his summar!
Thomas turned grave eyes towart
him. tapping the paper with one fin
ger.
"Then, according to this. no one hat
a right to sell Broxton Hall. coult
not have sold 1t myself"
Exactly so. 1t Is entailed. | sup
pose that came from the primogenitur
notions Of It's English builder
81 suppose so" Tom asserted. "Th'
Hall was built by an Englishman wh'
was my grandfather's partner In bust
ness. He lived there. and several mem
bers Of his family lie in our famil!
grounds"
Westover seated himself and brough
his head close to Toms to inspec
the paper again. "And you per
ceive that this document Is a signed
and properly attested agreement be
tween your grandfather and the sait
Englishman that Its conditions shal
be binding upon his successors. | TAKE
it that bold. handsome signature un
der the first grabbed one Is that o.
your father, Rufus N. Broxton."
"Yes. written by him. suppose
when he came into possession Of tht
property. binding himself not to sci
and binding himself to bind me-"
"And when you came In you woult
have done the same thing"
"Most assuredly. The conditions
were not at all unreasonable. 1t sim
ply binds each successive BroXton moi
to sell Broxton-or, as 1t was then call
ed. Wraxall-Hall to any one but {
Wraxall. this by reason Of the severa
members Of the family left on Ameri
can SOIL"
Clarence nodded his head impatient
ly. "a sort Of revised entail"
"They were entirely within theil
rights to make such conditions as they
chose. My people were at liberty tt
reject or indorse them"
"And no one but a Wraxall. acting
in concert with a Broxton. could give
a good title to the property"
$50 1t would seem from this paper.
"That makes things interesting fol
father and me-"
1T Is strange that my guardian
SHOULD never have known Of the ex'
istence of this paper"
A long silence fell between the two
men. Tom broke it with loyal de-
fense Of the dead.
But then | don't know. 1t Is but
q small scrap Of paper, easily lost
among the many he had to hoard. He
was my fathers friend. He was Oliv.
las father. Peace to his ashes! Let
his mistakes sleep with him In the
grave and be forgotten sooner"
Westover impulsively laid a hand
upon the one that rested on Toms
knee. His fine eyes shone with ap'
probation Of the magnanimity en-
bodied in that defense of the dead
man.
"Broxton, | take off my hat to you.
Any man who can talk that way In
face of-in face of wish you liked
me better. BY love. do! 1t would
make me esteem myself higher to have
you call me friend"
Toms essentially sweet soul was not
proof against the winning smile that
went with these dlsarming words. The
gloom lifted from his sad face. He
even smiled as he. answered frankly:
81 like you vastly better than ! did
half an hour ago. Westover. VIII that
do for beginningT'
Thanks. 1t Is gain. Will put
it down on my credit side. But to re-
turn to the business In hand. Broxton
Hall Is yours. No one. not even q
Wraxall. could disturb your posses
sion Of It,"
Yes, to return to the business in
hand" For a moment Toms blood
rioted in triumph. His eyes flashed
with the joy of knowing the old place
his own once more But this phase
passed rapidly.
What would II avail him to take back
the old place now? 1t had been sold to
defray his expenses in obtaining an
education. He had spent all that 1t had
realized long since. And these men
had spent honest money in an honest
purchase, so far as they knew. He had
got beyond the dreamful stage of exist
ence. At one time Olivia and Broxton
Hall were the twin objects Of his adora-
ton. With Olivia married to another
man the old Hall would be a desolate
abiding place.
His work lay far away In another
state. His work was all that was LETT
to him In life. He was glad he liked 1t
and that he was forging rapidly to the
front as an inventor. The great dis
appointment which had darkened all
the world for him did not lie In the loss
of his wealth. He had already come to
look on that as a blessing in disguise.
He rather enjoyed owing everything 10
his own brain and Drawn. But Olivia
alb, that was another matter; that was
the one Irreparable loss that could ever
befall hime No; matters must stand us
they were.
Doubtless Olivia as Westover's wife
and mistress Of Broxton Hall would do
better by the old place than he. sour
ed anchorite. possibly could. He was
taking his final leave Of the old neigh
borhood. Nothing could ever Induce
liz, "a rn,.icit tho nlnnn He turned To