Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-11-22
"Ay, there's the rub" he answered.


dead. Jetta. l married her five years
ago. It was a supreme mistake. She
was far below me in social station, and
I soon discovered that I had never
really loved her; that she was in no
way a fitting mate for a Hawkstone.
We separated a little more than twelve
months after our union; and before I
ever saw your face, Jetta, the divorce
court had freed me from my wife abso-
lutely and forever, and given this child
to my care. 1 found myself at liberty
to marry again. married you! For
give me that 1 had not the courage to
tell you sooner"
She drew back a step. 1t was
stunning blow to the fond, happy bride
of a few days.
"Oh, Philip" she exclaimed; "how
cruel of you to deceive me In such
manner!"
You would not have married me,
Jetta, had you known the truth"
"True-true!"
"Then you see 1t was necessary for
me to deceive you, darling" he said,
lightly. Come, you are truly and le-
gally mine. 1 have not wronged you
in any way. Do not be angry with me,
or shall wish the island, and all upon
it, buried in the sea-"
He tried to take her in his arms,
but she held him back.
THAT person-where is she now,
Philip"
"I do not know. have not seen her.
since the divorce"
How could you rob her of this
chiId?" turning suddenly to the golden
haired boy, who, with toy horse
clutched in his dimpled hand, stood
staring at the two, his angelic brows
knitted in frown.
His mother was not fitted, either
by birth or education, to take charge
of he heir Of Tempest Island" an
swered Hawkstone, coldly. "Basil'
kiss your new mamma and promise to
love and obey her always"
II WON'T" said the child.
do as I bid you, and at once, sir!'
commanded Philip, in an ominous tone.
The boy fixed his gray eyes defiant
ly on his sire, and did not move an
inch.
With a sudden cry, Jetta swooped
down upon him, gathered him into her
lovely arms-into the lace and satin OF
her white bosom, and half smothered
him with kisses.
You poor, beautiful darling!" she
murmured; whatever comes, we VIII
be friends. Love me, little Basil, as
promise to love YOU"
Something in her exquisite face-in
the warm rain of kisses that fell upon
him, softened and won the childs
heart. His arms closed round her
neck, his yellow head fell on her shoul-
der. From that hour the two were
sworn allies.
Hawkstone looked on impatiently.
He had small affection for this son OF
a discarded mother. His whole thought
was how to make peaoa-with-hi his, new
bride. He pushed the child jealousy
away.
"Jetta," he said. "you already know
something Of the Hawkstones-ther are
a passionate, headstrong race. 1t has
been said that there was never hap
py marriage among us-wedded misery
Is the family doom. I was a foolish,
infatuated boy when I married Basifs
mother-I grew tired Of her-love be-
came aversion-I painted for my free
dom, and won It! Can you blame me,
because I determined when I saw you,
to rectify at any cost the mistake l
had made-because 1 hungered for my
share of happiness, like other mem
"Wait!" interrupted Jetta. Did she
tire of you also-was the aversion mu-
tual?"
He colored.
Yes, yes" he answered, hastily; 1T
was a perfect case Of incompatibility
of temper. AS l was about to say,
darling, I determined to marry you
first, and afterward throw myself on
your forgiveness. Can you reproach
me for striving to change the destiny
of the Hawkstones for, mark you,
knew IL l succeeded in winning you,
Jetta, one, at least, Of my race, would
be able to boast of a fortunate mar
riage.
She looked up into the face Of the
man she loved-a weak, careless face,
but wonderfully handsome in its pas
sionate pleading and, woman-like,. her
anger melted, like wax before flame.
"I forgive you, Philip" she answer
ed
""To be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the BRAIN
Have you any more revelations to
make?" shuddering. First 1t was the
girl Peg Patton-her dark, wicked face
haunts me still, Philip" and she passed
her white hands quickly across her
eyes. II am sure she would like to
kill me. And now this story Is infin-
itely worse than the other. Oh, Is
there any more?"
Il should hope mott" Philip Hawk
stone answered, lightly. You have
heard enough, 1 am sure. Don't look
so tragic, love. 'Pon my soul, 1 have
now made a full confession of my sins.'
Two large tears rolled slowly from
under her dusky lashes.
"I feel tragic, Philip. Something
tells me have known my last OF
earthly happiness"
He grew impatient.
do not say that. You and / Will
defy the family doom-we will laugh
at the fate which has so long pursued
my race. l hate tears-I hate sad
looks, darling. We are young, strong,
rich-we will be madly happy now, and
to the end of our days. You need not
be troubled with this child. 1 shall
keep him and his nurses on the island
for the present. but fortunately l have
other places Of residence-town-hou