Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-04-18

ow of the dear old peaks of the Cor
dillera crept over her face.
But Margaret had never seen the
Cordillera and did not observe Its shad-
ow. She went on:
$50 1t came about, around the year
POOL, that men began to think, and
they said: Let us 90 home. All Is so
quiet there They found, having taken
a little time that there was beauty
in the country they had quite forgot
ten, and the melody Of the water run
ming over the pebbles was song Of
pleasure. They saw, too, thatsanimals
and birds that lived in the open air new.
er went into decline; that the chip
munk's health did not fail nor the
quail have nervous prostrationI"
eyes," admitted Llama, who had been
listening with her cheek on her hand,
ut is better to eat than to be eaten"
She said the words slowly and precise
ly. She was as proud of an English
quotation as most people are Of Latin
one.
They chatted little more until half
past s came upon them. Then it was
time for Llama to leave.
When she had dressed for dinner
that night, she went into the library
and, sinking into q chair by the open
fire, began reading. She was all in
soft yellow. and bunch Of yellow car.
nations mixed with some maidenhait
was buried in some creamy lace just
under each shoulder. Presently De
Witte parted the portieres and put In
his head.
"Beg pardon for disturbing you.
Where's motherr
Llama took her head out of her book,
literally and fguratively, with some
unwillingness.
"Your -mother7 She's dressing. be-
neve."
"Oh, all right I only wanted pin
for my necktie. The little loop at the
back has come away, and It gets con-
stantly crooked"
81 can give you a pin If that Is all
you want"
"Could you? It would be so good of
you" De Witte came in and stood
warming his hands by the fire. Llama
fumbled among her. flowers and
brought out the desired pin. One of
the yellow carnations that had been
added to make that bunch the same
size as it's companion fell to the ground
when she removed its prop.
De Witte picked 1t up. "Bravor he
said. 81 had no flower"
"But you mustn't take miner
eyes, l must" he said earnestly. It
was hard work for Llama to resist even
q dogs dumb prayer these days. That
was why she answered:
'Take 1t, then"
Llama loved flowers with an almost
personal love, and as the man was
clumsy and promised to break the car
nation in getting + through his but
tonhole she offeredfo fasten 1t for him.
The nails of her. hite fingers rested
on his dark coat and cleaned like
milky agates In the bed Of moon.
light stream. The heat Of the open
fire caused some Of her loose. fluffy
hair to fly up in his face.
The man whose wishes had always
been their own justification was rapid
IL losing presence of mind. He caught
her wrists suddenly and began show.
ering kisses upon them.
II love you, and you know It," he
said in q voice which she scarcely rec
ognized for Its thickness.
As his lips met the flesh on her pulses
she gave a great backward start and
remained at bay, painting. "How dare
you" she gasped. But In a moment
she had recovered her poise.
81 am sorry this has occurred. Do
not let it be renewed" And with a
quiet dignity she left the room. The
dinner that followed was something
dreadful for her. She wondered If the
torture chambers of the lnquisition
could have looked much like this sump-
tuous dining room Of the end Of the
nineteenth century!
That night she sobbed herself to
sleep. questioning when the whirl IN
all things would cease and reality re.
turn. Everything had got grotesquely
mixed, irrationally jumbled. There
seemed no solid foothold anywhere.
Just as she was going into dreams
few words that Margaret had uttered
that afternoon came back to her.
"There are only two or three great
facts in life: there Is Death and there
Is Love-and there Is not much else"
Yes, to be sure, one always Is con-
fronted with death-her mother, her
father, her grandfather. her little
brothers, that famous musician the
other day. Llama reached for her rosa
ry under her pillow. "As to love-
The little silver cross at the end Of
the rosary caught the moonlight and
seemed to smile blessing.
"As to love-
How beautiful it was, the little cross
in the moonlight. Llama louked at 1t
dreamily through the lashes Of her
sleepy eyelids. They flickered for a
few seconds and she was asleep.
y
"A gentleman waits for mademoi.
selle in the drawing room," announced
the little French maid the next morn.
Ing.
"His card" said Llama indifferently,
reaching back one hand toward the
maid, while with the other she put the
finishing touches to her morning toilet.
She had ordered her breakfast in her
room.
at Is that he had not one, mademoi-
selle. He had the wish to surprise
yOu,"