Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-07-05

ed with him again and again, until
Philip WE took it upon himself to in
terfere.
MY DEAR" he said, blandly, "since
your foolish Aunt Elinor will not
speak, 1 must. No young girl should
draw attention to herself in this way.
Moreover, you will suffer fatigue. You
really must rest little"
"One finds Eden only to hear the
hiss Of the serpent" murmured Shir-
law in Mignon's pink ear.
Aunt Elinor, wan and detected as
usual, was sitting in corner OF the
lpiazza, talking with Reginald Berkely.
She had no intention Of interfering
with her niece's pleasure this day; she
meant that Mignon should be happy.
"They are an ideal pair!" groaned
Reginald, as he watched Shrlaw and
his fair partner.
yes" assented Aunt Elinor, with
a sigh.
"Woe is me!
How bitter a thing it is to look
Into happiness through another mans
eyes!'"
murmured the student.
He was swarthy and thin. He wore
his black hair nearly to his coat-collari
and, being attired in the blacklist OF
broadcloth, he had the appearance of
m lancholy crow. The dancing pavil-
ion, was some yards from the piazza,
but Maud LOTUS, whirling through a
waltz in the arms Of Cyril Wye. caught,
even at that distance, the expression on
the face of the Harvard student, and
carelessly remarked
II fear the young man yonder Is look
ing too much at Mignon."
"Beastly snob-that soldier!' Kissed
Cyril Wye.
Dear me! did not mean him at
ALL but the absurd brother of Nina
Berkely. Pray do not speak of Captain
Shirlaw in that tone. He Is simply
superb-handsome as Antinous, you
know, and sure to carry by storm the
feminine heart that he chooses to be-
siege"
wye fixed his pale eye with a gloomy
expression on the gay Canadian.
do you think that?"
II know it, The profession of arms
is dangerous in more ways than one:
"A nghtsome eye, a soldiers mien,
A doublet of the blue
are absolutely irresistible. Take me to
a seat, please-I am quite exhausted"
He was anxious to cultivate the good
will of Mignon's bosom friend, and he
pleaded, humbly: May have the next
waltz?'
"Oh. in mercy don't ask me to dance
again!" answered Miss LOTUS; you
have torn my dress, you have trampled
on me, you have kicked me! Human
nature can endure no more. All, your
father meddlesome man, has actually
carried Mignon away from handsome
young Mars!"
Thanks heaven for that" muttered
Cyril, as Miss LOTUS uttered the last
words.
Philip wye had, indeed, rescued his
niece from Shirlaw, but almost at the
same moment, Nina Berkely, in her
sulphur colored gown, seized upon
Mignon and whisked her away to a
little summer house, hidden in bios
soming shrubbery close to the river
side.
you lovely, unsophisticated child"
burst out the poetess, to the astonish-
ment of Mignon; "how L envy you!
You dance and are happy-why not?
You are free. You have never felt the
gnawing of that worm in the bud
concealment. Your heart Is like bird
that yet has the range Of the whole
sky. Your fancy is untouched-you
have never fallen under the terrible
despotism Of love-"
Mignon was indignant at the uncer-
emonious manner in which she had
been swept away from Captain Shir-
law, and Miss Berkely's queer gown
and medieval lilies made her hsad
ache
Cannot you dance. too" she said,
listlessly "and be jolly?"
Miss Berkely looked at her with live
| ly scorn.
You know not what you say. /
dance-I be jolly-a very vulgar word,
| by the way-where did you learn it?
Never again! l have pierced the
depths of something as omnipotent and
omnipresent as love-I mean misery.
I love, Mignon, and my love is hope
| less. Does not that explain every
thing?"
Mignon was startled by this burst Of
confidence.
How inconvenient!" was all she
could gasp.
What is Inconvenience" demanded
Miss Berkely, sharply; ito love? On
the contrary, it is the highest privilege
of men and angels-the divinest rap
ture accorded to either! To love
happily-what bliss can exceed that?
To love without hope-ah. the bitter
ness of death is in those words!"
| She had put on a tragic expression
Mignon knew not what to answer, and
so remained silent.
EN- verite" burst out Miss Berkely
after a pause. Il am madly envious
of that rose-leaf face of yours, which
takes all men captive at sight! 1 am
called woman of brains, but what do
brains avail me in my struggles after
the paradise of my sex? What chance"
with bitter laugh, did brains ever
have against beauty? I watch him
as no other person can, and for one
such look as l sometimes see him give
to you-looks that would take the very
breath of other woman. but which you
never notice!-I would barter the best
years that remain to me of life!"
Mignon sat dumfounded.
"Of whom can you be talking?" she
stammered.
Can you ask? He stands alone
among men. Dull people call him
dwarfed but he is monarch, and they
are the pigmies. Look yonder."
She made a gesture with the me-