The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-10-07
The Yellow
Holly
By FERGUS HUME.
Author of The, Mystery OF
Hanson Cab" Etc.
Copyright. 1905. bp @. ". Dtuinohdm
Company
Continued from. Bird, page.)

nope 10 reach tuelT nOIneS. tOr SONIC
time Mrs. Jersey stood In the door
way at the top Of the steps and shook
hands with those who were going. The
boarders, who were old and chilly,
were too wise to venture outside on
such a dreary night, so Mrs. Jersey had
tho doorstep all to herself. IF you
lose your way" she called out to the
visitors, come back. You can tell the
house by the red light" She pointed to
the fanlight Of crimson glass behind
which gas was burning. 81 will keep
that nlight for another hour"
The voices Of thanks came back muf-
fed by the fog. but Leonard and
George waited to hear no more. They
walked upstairs to Trains sitting room.
which was on the first floor. The win
dows looked out on to n back garden,
wherein grew few scrubby trees, so
that the prospect was not cheering.
But on this night the faded crimson
curtains were drawn, the fire was
lighted and a round table in the middle
Of the apartment was spread for sup
per. On one side n door led to Leon
ards bedroom; on the other side was
the room wherein George was to sleep.
As the freight played on the old fash
ioned furniture and on the mellow
colors Of curtains and carpet Leonard
rubbed his hands. 1T is rather quaint"
he said cheerfully, and lighted the
lamp.
Not such palace rs your diggings
in Duke street." said Brendon, stretch
ing his long legs on the chintz covered
sofa.
zone must suffer in the cause Of art"
said Train, putting the shade OH the
lamp. II am picking up excellent types
here. What do you Think
There's plenty Of material" growled
Brendon, getting out his pipe.
Don't smoke yet, George" inter
posed Train, glancinG at the clock. We
must have supper first. After that we
can smoke till IL and then we must
60 to bed"
"You keep early hours here. Leon
ard"
II don't. Mrs. Jersey asked me par
ticularly to be In bed at H."
"Why?" Brendon started and looked
hard ut his friend.
~ don't know, but she did"
els 1t an understood thing that you
retire Mt that hour?"
Train shook his head and drew in in his ns
Mrs. Jersey wants the house to be con-
sidered respectable and therefore asked
me to retire early. Perhaps it's on ac-
count Of you, old man." Here he
smiled In an amused manner. she
hopes to get you rs boarder."
II wouldn't come here for the world"
sary violence.
"Why not2 Have some tongue?"
Thanks" responded George, passing
his plate. Because l don't like the
house. and I don't care for Mrs. Jer-
sey."
"Why did you advise me to come
here. thenr' asked Train, pouring out
a glass Of claret.
well. you wanted something in the
style Of Dickens, and this was the only
place I knew"
How did you know about itT'
George deliberatcd for moment and
then fastened his eyes on his plate "I
lived here once" he said in a low
voice.
"But you didn't like Mrs. Jersey"
"She was not here then"
"Who was here?"
"My grandfather on the mothers
side. That's fifteen years ago."
Leonard looked at the handsome,
moody face Of his friend musingly. Il
never knew you had a grandfather"
he said at last.
do you know anything at all about
me?" asked Brendon.
mo; now I come to think of 1t,
don't. I met you three years ago at
Mrs. Wards house, and we have been
friends ever since"
"Acquaintances, rather Men are
not friends until they become con-
idental with one another. Well.
Train"-George pushed back his chair
and wiped his mouth-"tonight / in
tend to turn you from mere ac-
Quaintance into q friend"
II shall be delighted" said Train,
rather bewildered. Wont you have
more supper7"
Brendon shook his head, lighted his
pipe and again stretched himself on
the sofa. Train, being curious to know
what he had to say, was on the point
OF Joining him, but he was yet hun
CRY, 80 could not bring himself to leave
the table.
Trains parents were dead and had
left him an income of $4,000
year. Not being very strongminded,
and being more than trifle conceited
as to his literary abilities, his money
speedily attracted round him q num-
Der Of needy hangers on. who hattered
him to the top Of his bent.
Poor Leonard thought that all wom-
en- were angels and all men good fel-
lows with harmless tendency to bor-