Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-04-15
the-the-love Of every person In Car
low county"

low county"
Suddenly she found her voice. "Do
not misunderstood me-" she said rapid
ly. 81 have done the little that have
done out of gratitude" She faced him
now, but without meeting his eyes. 81
owed you more gratitude than WON
an ever owed man before. I think
and would have died to pay a part
Of It,"
"What gratitude did you owe meT
"What gratitude? For what you did
for my father"
81 have never seen your father in my
life."
Listen. My father is a gentle old
man with white hair and kind eyes
My name ia my uncle's. He and my
aunt have been good to me as a father
and mother since I was seven years
old, and they gave me their name by
law, and lived with them. My IA.
ther came to see me once year; nev.
er came to see him. He always told me
everything was we'll with him, that bis
life was happy, and thought it was
easier for him not having me to take
care Of, be has been so poor ever since
I was child. Once he lost the little
he had left to him in the world, bis
only way Of making his living. He had
no friends; he was hungry and desper-
ate, and he wandered. l was dancing
and going about wearing jewels-only
I did not know. All the time the brave
heart wrote me happy letters. should
have known. for there was one who
did and who saved him. When at last
I came to see my father he told niche
had written Of his Idol before, but II
was not till 1 cane that he told it all
to me. Do you know what I feltl
While his daughter was dancing CO.
tillons a stranger had taken his hand
and-and"- A sob rose in her throat
and checked her utterance for a mo-
ment, but she threw up her head proud
ly. Gratitude, Mr.. Harkless" she
cried. 81 am James Fisbee's daugh-
teri"
He fell back from the bench with a
sharp exclamation and stared at her
through the gray twilight. She went
on hurriedly, still not looking at him.
II wanted to do something to show you
that | could be ashamed Of my vile
neglect of him-something to show you
his daughter could be grateful-and 1t
has been such dear, happy work, the
little have done, that it seems, after
all, that have done it for love Of my
self. 1t is what I had always wanted
to do-to earn living for myself, to
live with my father. When I came
here, my aunt and uncle were terribly
afraid would stay with him. 1t was
to prevent this that they determined to
60 abroad, and my father said I must
60 back to them. Then you were
were hurt. and he needed me so much
be let me stay. When you-when
YOU told me"-she broke off with q
strange, futtering, half inarticulate lit
tie laugh that was half tears and then
resumed In another tone-"when you
told me you cared that night-that
night Of the storm-how could / be
sure? 1t had been only two days, you
see, and even If l could have been sure
Of myself-why, couldn't have told
you. Oh, had so brazenly thrown my
self ut your head time and again those
two days in my-my worship of your
goodness to my father and my excite
ment in recognizing in bis friend the
hero Of my girlhood that you had ev-
cry right to think cared; but if-but
If l had-if | had-loved you with my
whole soul could not have-why, no
woman could have-I mean the sort OF
girl l am-couldn't have admitted it
must have denied it. Do you think that
then l could have answered Yes even
II had wanted to-even II had been
sure of myself? And now Her
voice sank again to a whisper "And
now
"And now?" he said tremulously. She
gave hurried glance from right to left
and from left to right. like one In ter,
ror seeking a way Of escape; she gath
cred her skirts in her hand as If to run
into the garden, but suddenly she turn
ed and ran to him. She threw her arms
about his neck and kissed him on the
forehead.
When they heard the judge calling
from the orchard they went back
through the garden toward the house.
It was dark. The whitest asters were
but gray splotches. There was no one
in the orchard. Briscoe had gone In
doors.
did YOU know you are to drive me
into town in the phaeton for the fire
works." she asked.
"Fireworks?"
"Yes. The great Harkless has come
home" Even in the darkness he could
see the look the vision had given him
when the barouche turned into the
square. She smiled upon him and
said, "All afternoon l was Wishing |
could have been your mother"
He clasped her hand more tightly.
"This wonderful world" he cried.
yesterday had doctor-a doctor to
cure me of lovesickness"
After time they had proceeded a
little nearer the house. "We must
hurry" she said. 81 am sure they have
been waiting for u.s." This was true;
they had.
From the dining room came laughter
and hearty voices, and the windows
were bright with the light Of many
lamps. By and by they stood just out