Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-04-07


shall be very happy If you will let me
look at you-just for the minute or
two the train may stop.
There was more of it; good bit
more; but 1t was all guarded common
place, opening no window in the heart
of the man David Kent. Yet even in
the commonplace she found some faint
linterlinings of the change in him; not
a mere metamorphosis Of the outward
man, as a new environment might
make, but a radical change, deep and
biting, like the action of strong acid
upon fine grained metal I
She returned the letter to its en-
velope, and after looking up Castor on
the timetable fell into heart stirring
reverie, with unseeing eyes fixed on
the restful blackness Of the night
rushing rearward past the car windows
HE has forgotten" she said, with a
little lip-curl of disappointment. HE
thinks he ought to remember. and he
Is trying-trving because Grantham
said somethi .g that made him think
he ought to try. But it's no use. II
was only little summer idyl, and we
have both outlived it."
She was still gazing steadfastly up
on the wall Of outer darkness when
the porter began to make down the
berths and Penelope came over TO sit
in the OF oosite seat
I'VE are on our own railroad now,
aren't we?" she asked, with purpose
full lack-interest. "And-let me see
isn't Mr.. Kent at some little town we
pass through"
1T is a city," said Elinor. "And
the name is CASTOR"
II remember now," Penelope re-
Joined. 81 wonder IL we shall see
him?"
1T is most unlikely. He does not
know we are coming, and he wouldn't
be looking for US"
Penelope's fine eyes clouded. At
times Elinor's thought-processes were
as plain as print to the younger SIS
ter; at other times they were not.
II should think the least we could
do would be to let him know" she
ventured. Does anybody know what
time the train passes Gaston?'
AT 7:15. tomorrow evening"" was
the unguarded reply; and Penelope
drew her own conclusions from the
ready answer and the folded time
table in Elinor's lap.
well, why don't you send him a
wire? I'm sure I should"
Why should II" said Elinor, warily.
"Oh, I don't know; any other young
woman of his acquaintance would, !
fancy. l have half a mind to do 1t
myself. I like him, If you don't care
for him any more"
Thus Penelope; and little while
afterward, finding herself in the IL
brary compartment with blanks and
pen and ink convenient and nothing
better to do, she impulsively made the
threat good in ten-word message to
Kent.
IF he should happen to drop in un-
expectedly 1t will give Ellie the shock
Of her life," she mused; and the tele-
gram was smuggled into the hands of
the porter to be sent as occasion Of
fered.
! Those who knew Mr.. Brookes Ormsby
best were wont to say that the world
Of action, a world lusting avidly for
resourceful men, had lost the chance
of acquiring a promising leader when
he was born heir to the Ormsby mil
lions. Be that as it may, he made the
most Of such opportunities for the
exercising Of his gift as came to one
for whom the long purse leveled most
barriers; had been making the most
of the present Lacquer Of woman's
heart-a citadel whose capitulation
was not to be compassed by mere
money-might, he would have said.
Up to the final day Of the long
westward flight all things had gone
we'll with him. True, Elinor had not
thawed visibly, but she had been tol-
Grant; Penelope had amused herself
at no ones expense save her own
boon for which Ormsby did not fail
to be duly thank i; and Mrs. Brent
wood had contriru her mite by
k. eping hands OF.
But at the dining-car luncheon on the
lat days run, Penelope, languishing
at a table for two. with an unrespons-
i've Ormsby for vis-a-vis, made sly
mention of the possible recrudescence
of one David Kent at place called
CASTOR; this merely to note the effect
upon an unresponsive table-mate.
In Penelope's observings there was
no effect perceptible. Ormsby said
"Ah?" and asked II she would have
more of the salad. But later, in
contemplative half-hour with his pipe
in the smoking compartment, he let
the scrap Of information sink in and
take root.
Hitherto Kent had been little more
never heard on Elinor's lips. But II
love he blind in the teens and twen-
tiles, 1t is more than apt to have q
keen gift of insight in the thirties
and beyond. Hence, by the time Orms-
Iby had come to the second filling OF
his pipe. he had pieced together bits
of half-forgotten gossip about the
Croydon summer, curious little reti-
cences on Elinor's part, vague hints
let fall by Mrs. Brentwood; enough
10 enable him to chart the rock on
which his love-argosy was drifting,
ard TO name it-David Kent.
Now to a well-knit man Of the
Worldwide happens to be heaven
born diplomatist into the bargain-to
be forewarned is to be doubly armed.