Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-05-20

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to pick q few," she said, "and you car
make sketch Of the cove while I do
Helping her picking berries proved
more attractive. and when her pal
was full Albert made picture or her
sitting in front Of pretty cluster OF
small spruce trees, with the pail be-
side her and her sun hat trimmed with
ferns.
"Your city friends will laugh at the
country girl you found down in Maine"
she remarked as she looked at the
sketch, "but as they will never see me-
I don't care"
"My friends will never see it," he
answered quietly, "only my sister.
And I am going to bring her down
here next summer"
"Tell me about her." said Telly at
once. rs she prettyT
II think so." replied Albert. "She
has eyes like yours, only her hair Is
not 80 light. She Is a petite little body
and has a mouth that makes one want
to kiss her."
81 should like to see her ever so
much" responded Telly, and then she
added rather sadly, "I've never had q
girl friend in my life. There are only
q few at the Cape of my age, and l
don't see much Of them. I don't mind
1t in the summer, for then I work on
my pictures, but in winter it is so lone
some. For days 1 do not see any one
except father and mother or old Mrs.
Leach"
"And who is Mrs. Leach"
"Oh, she's a poor old soul who lives
alone and works on the fish racks.
She Is worse off than am"
It was a little glimpse into the girls
life that interested Albert. and. in the
light Of what he knew Of her history, a
pathetic one. Truly she was alone In
the world. except for the two kindly
souls who made home for her.
"You will go away tomorrow, sup
pose." she said with a faint tone OF
regret as they were rowing home
Father said your boat was coming
after you today"
He looked at her q moment, while a
slight smile showed beneath his mus
tache. II suppose shall have to-" he
answered, "but l should like to stay
here a month. I've not made a sketch
Of your house, even"
II wish you would" she said with
charming candor, 1T is so lonesome
here, and then maybe you would show
me little about painting"
"Could you endure my company
every day for a month"; he asked,
looking her full in the face.
II don't believe you could endure
ours" she replied, dropping her eyes,
and then she added quickly: There is
a prayer meeting tonight at the Cape.
Would you like to goT"
Most certainly" he answered.
Albert had expected to see the Gypsy
in the harbor when they returned that
afternoon, but was happily disappoint.
ed. II hope they will stay at Bar Har-
Dor a week." he thought.
That evening when Telly appeared,
ready to be escorted to the prayer
meeting, he was certain that no fairer
girl was to be found anywhere.
She was dressed in simple white, her
masses Of sunny hair half concealed by
thin blue affair Of loosely knitted
wool and had cluster Of wild roses at
her throat. 1t was new and pleas.
urable experience to be walking beside
a well dressed young man whose every
look and word bespoke enjoyment of
her society, and she showed 1t in her
simple, unaffected way.
That evenings gathering was unique
one in Albert's experience and the re-
ligious observances such as he never
forgot. The place was little square,
unpainted building, and when Telly
and he entered and seated themselves
on one Of the wooden settees that stood
in rows not over q dozen people were
there. On small platform in front
was q cottage organ and beside 1t
small desk. A few more entered after
they did, and then fiorid faced man
arose and, followed by a short and
stout young lady, walked forward to
the platform. The girl seated herself
at the organ, and the man, after turn
ing up the lamp on the organ, opened
the book of gospel hymns and said In
q nasal tone, I'VE will naow COM
mence our sarvices by singin' the Forty
third Psalm, and all are requested to
rise an jine." In the center Of the
room hung a large lamp, and two more
on brackets at the side shed a weak
light on the gathering, but no one
seemed to feel it necessary to- look for
the Forty-third selection.
Albert and Telly arose with the rest,
and the girl at the organ began to chase
the slow tune up and down the keys.
Then the red faced man started the
singing, q little below the key, and the
congregation followed. Telly's voice,
clear and distinct, joined with the rest.
A long prayer, full Of halting repeti-
tions, by the man at the desk followed,
and then another hymn, and after that
came q painful pause. To Albert's
mind it was becoming serious, and he
began to wonder how it would end,
when there ensued one Of the most
weird and yet pathetic prayers he had
ever listened to. 1t was uttered by an
old lady, tall, gaunt and white haired,