Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-04-11

to Robert" Robert was the civil en-.
gineer and the elder son.
! When at last. however. the young
man Of elegant lassltude was confront.
ed by Llama Miguel's presence he
found bimself ready to change his
mind concerning the hybrid, black lit.
tie creature and to admit that perhaps
after all bis mother had introduced a
lively and interesting element into the
monotony of their home circle. The
night Of their arrival. indeed. he signi.
fed the measure of bis welcome by re-
naming in the house and foregoing the
French ball. Actuat1yl M
Llama presently began toxHt in admi.
rably with Venetian water-colors, teak.
wood tables and French bound books.
On the whole. there may have been
some foundation for old Cristino's brag
Of relationship with the conquista.
dores; certainly here and there among
her ancestors must have flashed the
sword and waved; the plumes Of a
Spanish cavalier! By virtue of her re-
markably fine intuitions she learned
early that to do a. others do is the
golden rule Of SOD ety. Thereby she
managed to save herself amazingly
from glaring bltnders. Occasions
which were quite new to her she OBJ
served with outward passivity. Her
gravity was ascribed to her lack of flu.
ent English. 1t was In reality the
speechlessness that goes along with q
food Of new impressions at critical
moment Of growth.
To be quite honest, she sometimes al
lowed herself to be surprised. Such
things. for example. as the kaleido-
scopic shop windows. polite social lies
and some of the very decollete gowns
she saw did at first call forth astonish.
ment. But every day she learned.
She seldom spoke Of the old Mexican
life. She did not seem to wish to speak
Of It. In the beginning there were the
fortnightly letters to lnocencio and the
padre. Dear PADRE" she wrote, 'be-
cause that you gave me into the hands
| of the sweet American sonora can !
ever say enough aves for your And to
Inocencio she wrote: "The senor De
Witte does nothing with his hands, and
they are white, like PADRES. l like q
man who Is strong and has brown
hands. like yours, Inocencio. But tell
this not"
BY and by the letters became more
infreuuent. The friends who loved her
80 did not quite understand and felt
hurt Time moves 80 slowly and peace
| fully In that faroff Mexican land that
one does not realize the breakneck
speed It has In vast metropolitan
| center.
It was Lianas third spring In New
York. She was now nearly 10 and was
considered sufficiently skilled In the
amenities of civilization TO. be intro
duced to society early the following
winter.
! Anna Abbott, debutante Of the previ-
ous year, had teased Mrs. Morris into
allowing her protegee to spend the
summer with her at the Abbotts' coun-
try place in Twyeffort-by-th -the-Sea. 1T
promises to be jolly season, and, you
know, It will give Llama nice little
foretaste." she had argued sagely. SO,
accompanied by Annals maid. they set
of for Twyeffort, whence the family
had gone some weeks In advance.
They had something like two hours
to travel and q compartment quite to
themselves. The maid put her feet up
comfortably and dozed at Intervals.
Anna was in high spirits. At last she
had dear Llama quite to herself. Llama
took her so thoroughly In earnest,
which her other friends did not; she
sympathized 80 fully and. above all. 30
quietly. making just the fun of her
that was essential to prevent her
broodlng. Then she had the most orig
inal ideas about everything from the
arrangement Of ribbon upward. Yes,
decidedly. she was dear!
"The Maitlands have been in Twyef-
fort for the last fortnight" Anna be-
gar tentatively. She held out q box OF
chocolate mint.
81 have been thinking It," said Llama
in her prettily deliberate English.
"Why, you witch? And how"
Llama shrugged her shoulders slight
ly and reached for another chocolate
mint.
why and how%
swell, then, you have been so-walk-
Ing In the air" She glanced at her
companion merrily from beneath her
long lashes.
crease! Anyhow you're going to find
Margaret quite your style Of girl. You
will like Charles, too-for my sake at
leastY
"Of course" replied Llama demurely
as a nun. The Maitlands had been
spending their summers at Twyeffort
for several years and were neighbors
to the Abbotts. By her own account
Anna was deeply in love with Charles.
the only son.
"Oh. look here" exclaimed Anna. sit
ting bolt upright with an energy that
split the chocolates and nearly woke
the maid. 1.-The greatest fun In the
world would be to have you lose your
heart to that wonderful parsonage they
have up there"
| mo doubt" Llama leaned back
against the cushioned seat and laugh
ed softly for whole minute. but
what wonderful parsonage. goosieT
"Oh, a painter or something. He's
up with Charles for a month or 80.
They were chums in Paris, l believe.
But, on the whole, guess you won't
like him. This Is what Margaret says
in a letter l got yesterday" Anna
hunted in her pocket and pulled out an
envelope. IL kept 1t on purpose to