Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-05-10
you two bold. bad men didn't scare half
L.. 81,

you two bold. bad men didn't scare half
out of her wits" she answered.
Frank walked about the room, peer
ing curiously at its rather primitive fit-
tings.
$50 this is what you call temple of
learning" he remarked as he surveyed
the barnlike room. at Is curiosity
| to me, and the first time was ever In
| an old time country schoolhouse. I
should like to peep through one Of the
knotholes some day and watch the per-
| formances and hear scared boy speak
piece"
"You had better not try it." answered
Alice, unless you want two or three
farmers to swoop down on you armed
with scythes and demanding to know
what you are doing there"
When she had locked the schoolhouse
door they got into the carriage the two
young men had come in and left the
ArlOrn little temple to the solitude Of
the trees and bushes that almost hid it
from sight.
81 will stop in the village" said AL
bert as they drove away, "and leave
you two to 90 home or take a ride, as
suits you best; only, mind, be home by
tea time, for shall be hungry"
There is no time when drive along
wooded country roads Is more charm
ing than when the trees are fast grow
ing green and the meadows spangled
with daisies and buttercups.
Lets go around by the mill pond"
said Alice after leaving her brother In
the village "The road to it follows the
brook up mile. We may find few
lilies in the pond"
The brook beside which they were
soon walking the horse was charming
bit of scenery as it came leaping over
mossy lodges. laughing, chattering and
filling the pools with foam tlecks, and
the old mill, with its great wheel drip
ping and Gathering, and the mill itself
proved even greater curiosity to
Frank than the schoolhouse. He hitch
ed the horse. and, helping his fair COM
panon to alight, the two went inside
the mill and watched the rumbling
wheels. Alice introduced her escort to
the miller and after they had been
shown the mysteries of grinding he in
vited them out to the pond, and after
bailing the old leaky boat so 1t was
usable the two visitors started after
the lilies.
Mind you don't tip ME over" said
Alice. 81 can't swim"
IF | do Ill rescue you or drown
with YOU" he answered gallantly.
What silly nothings these two young
people uttered us they made the circuit
of that long wood bordcred mill pond!
One ut least was just tasting the first
sweet illusion of love, and the CLASSY
surface of the water that reflected the
trees bending over it, the punches of
water flag growing here and there and
the scattered patches Of broad lily
pads, with now and then white BIOS
som, made Il most picturesque back
ground for the girl who sat in the
stern. Her piquant face, shaded by
q broad sun hat, was fairer to his eyes
than any of the lilies she plucked, and
as she drew one sleeve up little to
reach for them the round arm and
dimplcd hand she thrust into the wa
ter looked tempting enough to kiss.
The miller had shut the gate and gone
home when they returned to the mill.
"I>o you know" remarked Frank
when they had left the mill behind and
were driving through Il bit Of woods,
that have anticipated this visit for
weeks? KNOW scarcely anything
about the country, and it is all a reve-
lution to me. I've seen pictures of old
mills and ponds covered with lilies.
but 10 painter can ever put the reality
on canvas. Why, that great wheel,
covered with moss and churning away
all day so steadily, with a willow
bending over it, is Il poem in itself!'
"The mill was built over hundred
years ago." observed Alice, 'and has
been grinding away ever since. | love
to visit it, for it takes me back to child
hood, and" she added. Il little sadly,
1T makes me live over the happiest
days of my life, when father used to
take me with him everywhere he
went"
"'But the mill will never grind with
the water that has passed." quoted
Frank. "and the tender grace of day
that Is dead will never come back to
me- / wish had been country born.
l think I've missed countless pages Of