Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-28

shining brightly now on the wastes
igneous rock and Aunt Deb's scattering
hills Of potatoes. His blue flame
yachting suit was swinging in a stiff
breeze, and seemed rapidly approach
ing a state Of dryness. He found Els
ther Hart standing on black, weed
draped ledge, with old Joe's battered
telescope in hand, looking out to sea.
I'm my semi conscious state ou
there in the water" he began, II over
heard your conversation with Rub'
Dexter May I ask, Miss Hart, If yol
really know a person called Concordis
Tempest%
She lowered the glass. There was
mischievous gleam in her grand blacl
eyes, the culver of a dimple about hel
red lips.
do you know her?"
Il do not" he replied with great
frankness.
Have you any particular business
with herr"
NO"
Then, pray, what do you want with
Concordia Tempest?"
well, really, am somewhat curious
to see her-nothing more"
II always supposed curiosity to be q
strictly feminine weakness" said Es-
ther Hart, with fine irony; II never
before knew that the mighty mind OF
man could harbor it. Pardon me, Mr.
Fleetwood, l cannot tell you anything
about Concordia Tempest"
He leaned lazily against the ledge, his
bold eyes eagerly drinking in beauty
which perplexed as much as 1t dazzled
him.
VERY well. My interest in her Is on
the wane. Another object has pushed
II aside, and is absorbing that femi-
nine trait of curiosity at which you
rail- You may remain silent till
doomsday on the subject Of Concordia
If you will only consent to tell me
something about yourself"
Her lip curled. She put up the glass
again.
Have you not been told that I can
tend the beacon. and manage a boat,
and that have been to Barton aca-
denny, and taken all the prizes for su-
perior scholarship there?"
Vague and unsatisfactory. You are
not Indigenous to this SOIL feel the
same wonder that a botanist might ex-
perience in coming upon a Gloire de
Dijon rose, growing in volcanic
scoriae"
1t was quite a speech for Fleetwood,
but the blood was plunging through
his veins more rapidly than usual. She
received the compliment without the
quiver of an eyelash.
"a Gloire de Dion rose," dryly;
that is something l have never seen
indeed one sees very few things at
Porgy Rock"
"At least, have seen one thing here
which 1 shall never forget. When I
embarked in Rube Dexters boat this
morning, 1t was my intention to leave
Cinderville tomorrow. Now, however,
1 have changed my plans. shall re-
main awhile longer, and with undaunt-
ed resolution pursue my search for
Concordia Tempest"
A genuine girls laugh bubbled over
her lips.
you may find many tempests in
Cinderville, but scarcely Concordia.
Why does hope revive in you so sud-
denly? Have you discovered any trace
Of this elusive female since you set
sail with Rube?"
NO" he replied, "but all the same, I
can make her useful to me. She Will
serve as a pretext to lengthen my stay
on this hospitable Maine coast"
Half an hour after, Guy Fleetwood,
clothed in his own garments, came
down the rocks again, to take leave of
Esther Hart. She was still leaning
against the ledge, her black braids
streaming in the wind, her dark eyes
fixed upon the tossing sea. The fair,
good looking Canadian extended his
hand to the island girl.
For the service you did me out yon-
der in the water-for bringing me
hither in your boat. I thank you-for
all your hospitable kindness 1 thank
you. "Then, his gay, debonair manner
changing to almost tragic earnestness,
Maud Loftus's lover added, in another
tone: Miss Hart, may I come again?'
Her hand just touched his own, then
slipped away.
NO" she replied, with lowered eye
lids, do not come again."
VERY WELL" said Fleetwood. auda-
ciously. II will not, until tomorrow"