Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-06-14

March returned when one
morning Albert received a
GX bulky envelope bearing the
Stockholm postmark and containing
numerous legal papers and lengthy
letter. He did not notice Frank wher
he came in or even hear his greeting,
and we'll might Albert be keenly ab-
sorbed in those documents, for they
made him the emissary privileged to
lay ut the feet of the girl he loved-a
fortune!
No more need she devote herself to
her foster parents, no more need Uncle
Terry putter over lobster traps In rain
or shine, or good, patient Aunt Lissy
bake. wash and mend. year in and year
out.
Here was more than they could spend
in all the years that were left them,
and what a charming privilege 1t
would be to him to place in her loving
hand the means to make glad and bless
those kindly people who had cared for
her as their own, and what sweet
door of hope it opened for himl
Then, for the first time, he noticed
Frank watching him with smiling in
terest.
"Well," remarked that cheerful young
man, "I'm glad to see you emerge from
your trance and return to earth again.
I've said good morning twice and
watched you for half an hour and you
didn't even know was in the ROOM"
When Frank had perused the most
interesting Of the documents he gave
a low whistle and said:
snow, methinks, somebody will be
taking a wedding trip to the Land Of
the Midnight Sun In the near future.
I congratulate you, my dear boy, and
you can have the Gypsy when you are
ready" Then he added shyly, MAY
be it can be arranged so there can be
four in the party"
The next morning Albert, bearing
the legal evidence Of Telly's heritage
and with buoyant heart. left for South
port. Late in the afternoon the little
boat bearing him as sole passenger
halted at the head Of the island, and
he saw the smiling face and muffied
form Of Uncle Terry standing on the
wharf alone.
"Bless yer heart, Mr. Page" exclaim
ed Uncle Terry, grasping both Of Al
bert's hands in his, "but the sig ut o ye
is good fer sore eyes,"
"And how are Aunt Lissy and Tel
ly" responded Albert, smiling into tie
glowing face Of the old man.
ooh, they're purity middlin', an
they'll be powerful glad to see ye, too.
It's been a long time since ye left u.s."
How vividly came to Albert every
detail of his last parting from Telly,
framed as she was In a background Of
scarlet and brown foliage! He could
see her as he last saw her, standing
with bowed head and tear wet face,
and feel tinge Of the keen pain that
pulled at his own heartstrings then.
| He could almost hear the sad rustic of
the autumn winds in the dry leaves
that had added pathos to their part
ing.
And now only few miles separated
them!
But the way was long and Uncle
Terry's old horse slow, and the road
in the hollows quagmire Of half
frozen mud. Gone were all the leaves
Of the scrub oaks, and beneath the
thickets of spruce still remained a
white pail of snow. A half gale was
blowing over the island, and when they
halted in front of Uncle Terry's home
the booming Of the giant pillows filled
the night air, and by the CLEAN Of the
lighthouse rays Albert could see the
spray tossed high over the point rocks.
"Go right in," said Uncle Terry, "an'
don't stop ter knock; yell find the
wimmin folks right glad ter see ye,
an I'll take keer O. the hoss."
With Telly it had been long, dreary
winter. Her only consolation had been
the few letters from the only. man
who had ever uttered word Of love