Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-09-06

gallows condemned to death and I
could save him by allowing you to
touch Miss Cranston's hand in lawful
wedlock 1 should let him die"
"You mean to refuse your fathers
freedom?' gasped Telfare.
Eyes, refuse. am trying, Telfare,
to show the world by my life that I
have not inherited my parents weak
ness. l shall not depart from that rule
by entering into a dishonorable COM
pact with a man as base as you are,
regardless Of what 1t means to me-"
you'd better think this over, Buck
ley" said the governor. "You are mad
| now"
II have nothing else to say" replied
Buckley, "and, to show you how little
regard I have for your wishes, shall
keep my engagement with Miss Gran
ston this evening"" And, turning, he
walked ahead of Telfare to the house
and into the lighted parlor. A servant
took his hat and told him Miss Gran
ston had gone into the garden, but
would return In q moment. While he
was waiting the governor entered the
room and sat down. He was pale,
nervous and had desperate glare in
his eyes. Then Lydia came in. She
was slightly flushed and had tube
rose In her hand.
"rm so glad you came" she said to
George. Telfare had risen and stood
trying to appear at ease. but she did
not notice him.
"Do you like tuberoses?" she asked
Buckley.
every much" he replied.
"Then you shall wear this" she said,
her voice quite unsteady. She glanced
at Telfare and finished: "It's the only
one I have. Governor Telfare. If you'd
like one you may ring and the girl will
supply YOU" She leaned forward and
with her white, deft fingers pinned the
flower on the lapel of Buckley's coat.
Mr.-er-ah-Buckley Is to be con-
graduated on getting his thberose."
the governor said, with white sneer.
"He seems to be something Of favor
ite, Miss Lydia-at least for the mo-
ment."
The girl laughed harshly. George
had never seen her 80 excited. Her
ewes. shone like diamonds In the light
Of the chandelier.
"Mr. Buckley and are true friends"
she said. 81 respect him more than
any one alive, unless 1t is my father"
"Ah, you dov' Telfare bit at his
short, black mustache which he turned
inward with his trembling fingers. "The
gentleman-I mean Mr.. Buckley-is
quite fortunate" he said. II see your
father is smoking on the veranda.
With your permission I'll join him."
"Yes, do, Governor Telfare," the girl
said coldly. I'm quite anxious to
speak to Mr.. Buckley alone for few
moments"
The governor stood up, his dark face
stamped with fury.
"Your manner has changed within
the last half hour" he said significant
". "At the supper table you were
quite another little girl, but we shall
talk that over later"
When the governor had left the room,
George fancied Lydia's face turned
whittier. She clasped her hands tensely
In her lap and remained silent. An
evil thought took possession Of him.
George Buckley was very human. Mis-
fortune had inclined his nature to sus-
picion, and the governors high rank
contrasted to his own humble position
made him blind to the possibility that
he could be more favored on the pres
ent occasion. It seemed as clear as
daylight to him that Lydia and Tel
fare had quarreled and that she was
simply using him as tool through
which to strike at his distinguished r.
val. To her evident surprise, he also
got up.
"You are not going?" she said.
"Yes," he returned frigidly. 81 drop
ped in only for a moment"
"You are going because, BECAUSE
Because" he said, drawing himself
up to his full height, much as should
like to accommodate you, find 1t quite
impossible to serve in the capacity
you evidently wish to assign to me to-
night" He took the flower from his
coat and with steady fingers placed 1t
on the piano. 81 must decline, too, to
accept your Offering. When the mo-
ment comes for you and your honored
guest to make up your difference, per-
haps this little flag Of truce may prove
useful"
"You say this to me-" she exclaimed
ito me?"
He bowed coldly. "God knows did
not want to-! suddenly burst from his
lips. And he stalked from the room.
For several minutes she stood lean
ing on the piano, and then she turned
from the room to the veranda. She
heard the click Of the gate latch as 1t
closed after Buckley and the low voices
Of the governor and her father through
the open window Of the sitting room.
She was calm, but white to the lips.
She began to look for her handkerchief.
which she had dropped. She returned
to the drawing room, looking carefully
at the carpet near the spot where she
had sat. 1t was not there. She re-
turned again to the veranda and then
went down the graveled walk to the
summer house, entering the compart-
ment adjoining the one in. which Tel
fare and Buckley had held their con-
versation. There on the bench lay her
handkerchief Graspinp IL in her tense