Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-07-16

homeward along the rlppling, star-lit
Charles. Mignon and Shirlaw occu-
pied seats therein. The afterglow
made fiecks Of gold and crimson light
upon the restless current. In the dis
tance the bells of Cambridge and Wa
tertown rang like dream music. Nina
Berkely, seated On a pile Of crimson
cushions, with Spanish mantilla flung
over the brunette head, played a gui-
tar with excelleE' effect. Maud Lotus
sang a Canadian boat-song, and pres
emily another voice arose there in the
soft darkness-a tenor, sweet as the
starlit summer night, strong as the
rush of the river. And this is what It
sang:
From too much love Of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We, thank, with brief thanksgiving,
Whatever gods there be
That no life lives for ever,
That dead men rise up never,
! That cen the weariest river
| Will find the reStful sea-"
i Mignon started and looked around.
The voice seemed to go through her
like a sword.
"Who is that?" she said, awe-struck,
to Shrlaw.
"Oh, that's Lispenard," he answered.
Good voice. Music Is a passion with
him. He might be famous IL he
would"
He takes my BREATH" she shivered,
in a sort Of nameless rapture.
The boat went on; the river muir
INJURED softly; the Cambridge bells rang
on in the dusky distance; the big stars
throbbed in the purple sky. Oh, the
fragrance Of vagrant winds, and the
mystery of shadow and silence; and
oh, the happy love folded in Mignon's
heart like perfume in a flower as she
sat there with shirlaw by her side;
his gray eyes on her face, his tender
voice in her ear, his strong hand closing
unseen around the white fingers that
she was dabbling in the water.
Luckily the other members Of the
party paid little heed to the young pair.
III all HeT HE Wouiu Mi6ioH c'Si Do
so happy again?
1T is a foretaste of heaven!" NUT
tered Shirlaw. My darling, would 1t
not be blessed to go on for ever like
this?"
1T would be very damp" replied
Mignon, lightly; but her long lashes
were heavy with tears.
When Mignon reached Rookwood
with Maud LOTUS, she found Philip
lVye moving restlessly about the draw
ing room. In a deep chair under a
gas jet crouched Aunt Elinor, with her
trembling fingers twisted in a bit of
embroidery. AS Mignon hurried up to
her the unhappy lady made quick,
but Intellectual attempt to conceal her
hands under her work, and then Mig
non saw that the frail wrists were all
swollen and livid, and spotted with
the ugly purple print Of violent fingers.
Aunt Elinor," said Mignon, "what-
ever is the matter with your poor
wrists?"
Before his wife's pale lips could
frame a word, Philip wye broke forth
gayly:
Heaven bless me! my dear Mignon.
how radiant you look! 1 need not ask
lie you and our fair Canadian friend
have enjoyed the river How good 1t
lis to be young! There is really moth
ing in life that one can call pleasure
after ve-and-twenty. Your Aunt
Elinor's wrist? Oh, she has been
twisting her embroidery silks too tight
ly about them, that is ALL"
Aunt Elinor never lifted her eyes.
Yes, that Is ALL" she echoed, faint
ly.
Il suppose you did not miss Cyril
from your water -party?" continued
Philip wye. He has been called to
New York on pressing business. You
will not see him again for the present"
Il am very glad Of that, Uncle Phil
ip," said Mignon, frankly.
Cruel child! Your aunt is greatly
disturbed by his sudden departure"
Mignon leaned over the deep chair,
and whispered, softly:
II understand it all, Aunt Elinor
You condemn Cyril for still torment
; ing me, and Uncle Philip pinches and
abuses you for daring to lift voice In
my behalf. Oh, you poor dear! l am
, so sorry that you are made to suffer
for my sake!"
: But Elinor Wye worked the faster at
her colored silks, and did not lift her
head or answer a word.
I Following close upon the water
! party came a hop at the Berkely man.
sion in the Dale 1t was Mignon's first
ball. She wore a dress Of moonlight
blue faille, looped with long sprays Of
sweet -brer. Maud LOTUS, in pale
pink, with her corsage full of fluted
laurel blossoms, made a charming pic
ture. No Jealous fears concerning Guy
) Fleetwood tormented her this night.
| Stumbling upon Abel Lispenard in the
} embrasure of a window, she seated
2 herself by his side.
I'VE will be lookers-on in Venice" "
' she said, gayly.
r 81 am always a looker-on," answer
ed Lispenard, with a grave smile;
but this is no place for you, Miss
Lotus. You should be dancing.
81 prefer a little rational conversa-
r ton with a superior mind, as Nina
1 Berkely would say. Yonder go Mig
e non and Shraw. Is she not lovely to-
: night?"
f Miss WYE is always lovely
e Pray look. She was surely made
= to waltz with Shirlaw. What perfect
a poetry of motion! l could watch
d them for ever!"
d His dark, volcanic eyes followed
n Maud's. and rested on the lovely shape
= in moonlight blue as it swayed through
e the dance in the arms of Shirlaw. The
f pair were utterly absorbed in each
r other. He marked their tell-tale
glances, their happy whisper, their
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