Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1901-03-13
Copyright, 1900, by Harold McGrath
CHAPTER XVIII.

We were in the morning room OF the
Wentworth mansion at b. Phyllis,
Pembroke and | sat before the warm
crate. while Mrs. Wentworth and Eth
el stood by one Of the windows COM
pairing some shades Of ribbon. My
presence at B. was due to wire l
had sent to New York, which Informed
headquarters that was on the track
of q great sensation. The return wire
had said. keep on It,"
when first we met" echoed Phyl-
lis. why, 1t was at Block Island"
"Oh," said l, Il do not refer to the
time when you had shouldered the re-
sponsibilities Of society bud. l mean
the time when the Introduction was
most informal. You were at the time
selling lemonade without license and
with very little lemon"
Selling lemonade" cried Pembroke.
"Never mind him, Mr.. Pembroke" )"
laughed Phyllis.
1T was long time ago." l went on.
81 was a new reporter. Mr.. Wentworth
had to be interviewed. 1t was one OF
those hot days in May. The servant at
the door said that Mr.. Wentworth was
in the back yard-he called 1t the gar
den-where I soon found myseH. You
had a small table, glass and a pitch
er. l suppose every time your uncle
got thirsty you sold him a glass. You
wore short dresses
'Terriblew cried Phyllis, shielding
her face with the hand screen.
"And looked as ccol as the Ice In
the pitcher and as fresh as the flowers
which lined the walls. l thought that
If bought a glass Of you might make
my approach to your uncle an easier
task. SO l looked at you and smiled.
and you giggled."
"Glggledw cried Phyllis Indignantly.
Pembroke was laughing.
Eyes, actually giggled," l went on.
81 laid down 25 cent piece. and you
poured out some water which had had
nothing more than a mild filtration
with a lemon, and gulped it down. |
held out my hand, and you said that
there wasn't any change. smiled
false smile. Let me make a confes-
sion"
"Well? mockingly from Phyllis.
1T was my last quarter. 1t was very
pathetic. I had to walk four miles
down town. I did not know your uncle
well enough. or should have borrowed
car fare from him."
"And l took your last penny" said
Phyllis gently. "Why did you not tell
me then"
II was % and proud" said l. Where
are you going?" for she had risen.
"I'll be back in a moment" she said
as she left the room. When she return
ed, she put out her hand. On the palm
lay two bright American dimes.
"What's thisY' asked.
1.-THE change"
every goodr' laughed Pembroke.
said nothing. but took out my wal
let. In opening it to put in the dimes
something fell to the floor. 1t was
Gretchen's rose.
what Is that?" asked Phyllis. as I
stopped to pick 1t up.
'It Is the end Of a story" answer
ed. | busted myself with the fire TIL
the poker grew too hot.
"IIow many romances commonplace
wallets containv' said Pembroke sen
tentiously.
81 have two in mine." said |.
Pembroke looked at Phyllis. but the
fire seemed to be claiming her attcn.
ton. Then he looked at me. but was
gazing at Phyllis. He was in puzzle.
DO you know. Miss Landors." he
said. that I never dreamed to meet
you again when ! saw you in Vienna
last year?
"VlennaY' said she. ~ have never
been to Vienna"
suddenly brought down my heel op
Pembroke's toes.
"Ah. curious mistake on my part
suppose the ball at the ministry to-
night will BIZ your first on the cont.
nent?"
gazed admiringly at him. He had
not even looked at me. He was GER
tainly clever.
YES" said Phyllis. land already
believe | am going to have what they
call stage fright. though | cannot un-
derstand why should feel that way"
Possibly it's a premonition." said
absently.
And Of what?" asked Phyllis
"How should knowT said I mys-
teriously.
what in the world Is going on?'
she demanded. you step on Mr.
Pembroke's toes. you prophesy and
then you grow mysterious.
My glance and Pembroke's met. He
burst out laughing. 4 possible contre-
temps was averted by the approach Of
Mrs. Wentworth. who asked us to have
cup OF chocolate before we went out
into the chill air. Finally we rose to
make our departure. While Pembroke
was bidding Ethel a good morning,
Phyllis spoke to me-
1.-THE last flowers you sent me were
roses" she said softly.
"Were they| said /. 81 had for.
gotten. Shall send you some for
this evening?"
1t was something in her eyes that |
did not understand.
'"Thank you. but Mr.. Pembroke has
promised to do that" And then she
added, $50 you have really had two
romances"
YES" said |. land both ended bad.
ly."
LET US hope that the third will be
of happier termination" she smiled
The smile caused me some uneasiness