Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-03-04

mere again, but If you say l stay
guess / can. l always was sure there
was oil in the county. and l want to
prove it for everybody's benefit. Is II
all right?"
"My dear fellow" laughed the young
man, shaking the gamblers hand again.
ut Is all right. l have always been
sorry l had to act against you. Every
thing is all right. Stay and bore to
Korea, if you like. Did ever you see
such glorious weather.
"I'll let you in on some shares" Watts
called after him rs he turned away.
The other nodded in reply and was
leaving the room when Cynthia detain-
ed him by a flourish Of her fly brush.
"Say," she said-she always called him
"Say"-"you've forgot yer flower"
He came back and thanked her. "Will
you pin it on for me, Charmion?"
81 don't know what call you got to
speak to me out Of my name," she re-
sponded, looking at the floor moodily.
"Why?" he asked, surprised.
81 don't see why you want to make
fun of me-"
81 beg your pardon, Cynthia" he said
gravely. 81 didn't mean to do that.
haven't been considerate. didn't think
you'd be displeased. I'm very sorry.
Won't you pin 1t on my coat"
Her face was lifted in grateful pleas
ure, and she began to pin the rose to his
lapel. Her hands were large and red
and trembled. She dropped the flower
and. saying huskily. Il don't know as
could do it right" seized violently upon
a pile Of dishes and hurried from the
room.
Harkless rescued the rose, pinned it
on his coat himself, with the internal
observation that the red haired wait
ress was the Queerest creature in the
village, and set forth upon his holiday.
Mr.. Lige Willetts, stalwart BACH
elor, the most eligible in Carlow, and
q habitual devotee of Minnie Briscoe,
was seated on the veranda when Hark-
less turned in at the gate Of the brick
house. "The ladies will be down right
off," he said. greeting the editors cool
finery with q perceptible agitation and
the editor himself with friendly shake
of the hand. "Nlildy says to wait out
here"
There was q faint rustling within the
house. the swish Of draperies on the
stairs, a delicious whispering, when
light feet descend, tapping, to hearts
that beat an answer, the telegraphic
messig ge: 1--WE come! We come! We
are near! We are near" Lige Will
lett, stared at Harkless. He had never
thought the latter was good looking un-
til he saw him step to the door to take
Helen Sherwood's hand and say, In
strange, low, tense voice, Good morn
ing" as If he were announcing, at the
least: "Every one in the world, except
us two, died last night. 1t is a solemn
thing. but I am very happy"
They walked, Minnie and Mr.. Will
let's, a little distance in front Of the
others. Harkless could not have told
afterward whether they rode or walked
or tloated on an airship to the court
house. All he knew distinctly was
that a divinity in pink shirt waist
and a hat that was woven Of gauzy
cloud by mocling fairies to make hirc
stoop hideously to see under It dwelt
for the time on earth and was at his
side, dazzling him in the morning sur
shine. Last night the moon had lent
her a silvery glamour. She had some
thing of the ethereal whitencss of
night dews in that watery light. ii
nymph to laugh from sparkling four
tain at the moon, or, as he thought. r"
membering her courtesy for his prct+'