Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-07-02

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when they suddenly encountered al
English drag attached to four pranc'
ing, turbulent horses. Abel LispenarC
held the lines, and his military guest
Shirlaw, sat by his side.
The dwarf, who seemed to be man.
aging the fiery beasts with admirabl,
skill, made no sign of recognition; bu
Shirlaw boldly claimed acquaintance
with the occupants Of the pony car
riage by lifting his hat and dazzling
Mignon with his swift, bright glance.
"Oh, OH" calculated the vivaciou!
Canadian. as the drag dashed by ant
vanished on the river road; what 6
pair of eyes! what an Adonis general
ly! But his companion-the object
who was driving-was 1t a man or ar
enormous frog? And does he belong tc
the side-show Of some circus or tc
civilized society?"
THAT object" replied Mignon
laughing and reddening, ''is Mr.. Lis
penard, the owner Of the gray towers
last night in Uncle Philips library
and" speaking very fast, Il think him
uncDmmonly considerate in failing to
recognize me even by a glance, for he
knows 1t cannot be pleasant for me to
remember the circumstances"
And then she related to her friend
the incident Of the previous night.
Your cousin Cyril will yet give you
no end Of trouble, dear; see If he does
not!" commented Maud. Its a pity
that Mr.. Lispenard is such a fright
There Is really no amusement, you
know. in flirting with monster. Ugh!
he makes my flesh creep! BY the way,
Mignon, dear, received letter from
dear Guy this morning, and" with two
wrinkles coming out betwixt her blue
eyes, 1T perplexes me greatly. He has
shaken the dust of Colorado from his
feet, and Is en- route home. The pre-
cious sheet was penned in Chicago; but
strange to say, he did not speak of
coming here to Rookwood to see me
on his way; only said that important
business called him to some town on
the coast of Maine, where he might be
compelled to tarry for awhile. Maine!
a miserable, obscure place, I'm sure!
What can be the business that would
induce him to pass me by for trip to
Maine?"
Her jealous tone made Mignon laugh.
Remember the gypsy's warning she
said, lightly.
"Nonsensei" replied Maud, loftily. Il
fear no rival. Guy has probably gone
to the Maine coast to fish or-or recu-
perate. Doubtless the wounds inflict-
ed by that Colorado robber are not yet
wholly healed. But 1t was just horrid
of him to pass me by on his homeward
route. He will be obliged to explain
his queer conduct Really 1 cannot
endure anything like mysteries in con-
nection with Guy"
Quite right, I'm sure" answered
Mignon, lightly: II hate mysteries my
self in connection with anything"
1t was high noon before the two girls
returned to Rookwood, and guests were
expected to lunch. AS Mignon was
crossing the wainscoted hall Of the old
house she heard some one call her
name, and turning, she found herself
face to face with Cyril wye. She had
not seen him since the previous night.
pray, let me make my peace with
you, Mignon," he began, humbly. ""To
be wroth with one we love doth work
like madness in the brain The cir
cumstances under which 1 offended
ought to plead for me. Impose upon
me whatever penance you please, but
let us be friends-cousins-on more!'
He looked so wretched that her heart
softened What woman does not pity,
even though she may despise, a reject
ed lover?
"Since am to remain indefinitely at
Rookwood and under the same roof
with you," answered Mignon, coldly, Il
will make peace upon one condition"
And that is
THAT you never, never speak Of love
to me again!"
He bit his lip.
Very well; your hand upon 1t, cous-
in! l can bear anything better than
your anger"
Reluctantly she gave him her hand.
He raised it to his lips and left upon
1t a fiery kiss.
II must bide my time," he muttered,
then dropped the little hand and walk
ed quickly away.
The two girls dressed for lunch with
great care. Maud blossomed out in
blue, the color Of her eyes. Mignon
was all in creamy white, with a huge
knot of Marechal Mel and Jacquemi-
not roses blending their deep tints In
her corsage. From a window of the
drawing room they saw Lispenard s
gondola cross the river, and the dwarf
himself hop out, and come slowly up
the garden walk with that handsome
soldier, Captain Shirlaw.
Philip wye presented both gentlemen
in due form to his niece and her Can
adian friend-it was plain that he
meant to ignore the encounter in the
library, as Lispenard himself seemed
disposed to do. Considering the events
of the previous night everybody behav-
ed remarkably we'll.
Il have been waiting most impatient
ly for this moment" said ShirlaW
boldly, as he bowed to Mignon.
The other guests were a high church
rector, grave and ponderous; Boston
banker named Berkely, with hooked
nose and shining bald pate; his daugh-
ter, Nina, a sparkling brunette, who
dabbled in poetry and painting, and
wore her hair in the maddest of friZ-
zles, and his son, Reginald, an aesthet-
ic Harvard student, who fixed his alb
stracted eyes upon Mignon and kept
them there in blank, dazed admiration
Captain Shirlaw glanced around the
Rookwood drawing room, espied Cyril
Wye in a corner, and crossed to his
side.
You failed to keep your appoint
ment last night said the young SOL