Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-12-06


Prince Lucifer's superb eyes wore ar
indulgent rather than censorious eX-
preston.
Your allowance shall be increased
and your obligations Cancelled; and
henceforth, when you fall into temper
ary embarrassment you must apply to
me for help, not to your college
friends"
Trust me, 1 will" cried Vincent
with alacrity. II wanted to say good
bye to Jetta Ravenel, but she Is not
here, so l must leave my fareweils
with you. Now that I think Of it,
have not seen her ladyship since we
came back from the tomb"
DO you know where Miss Ravenel
is hiding, vera?" said Basil Hawk
stone to his wife.
She was reclining in an easy-chair
before the wood fire. lingering, with a
critical air, the plaits Of her mourning
gown. Her yellow head leaned upon
a crimson cushion, her snowdrop face
looked more dazzling than ever against
this dark background.
II do not know, BASIL" she answered
indifferently, "and, really, I do not
care. 1 am not the girls keeper"
The attorneys snuff -colored coat
was vanishing along the old-sea-wall
at the foot of the garden. With
careless goodbye Vincent followed 1t.
There was silence for a moment In
the drawing-room. Mrs. Vera looked
up at her magnificent young husband
with two violet eyes Of softest fire.
81 am quite hideous in this mourning
stuff, am 1 not, Basil?" she said.
Good Heaven! the Unsuitable vanity
of women!" he answered, impatiently.
you we'll know the color was never
invented that could make you hideous.
Vera"
Thanks, my lord! How stern and
sour you are today! Now, when are
we to leave this dreadful island? OF
course, there can be no reason why we
should remain here longer. I really
feel thankful that kind fate spared
me an encounter with your mother,
Basil! She was too grand a DAME
with little derisive laugh, ito receive
kindly a daughter in-law from the cir
cus-ring. How you vince, dear. when
allude to that? Besides. spoiled her
plan to marry you to that girl Jetta.
No, she never would have liked me,
nor the poor, dear baby, either! I told
Celende not to unpack the trunks. as
knew we should not stay here many
hours, so am quite ready for an early
start"
The freight flashed up in his hand
some young face, and plainly revealed
it's weary, annoyed expression.
You had better countermand that
order at once" he answered, dryly, for
we shall not leave Tempest Island for
neutrality-suspicious. years-to come.
am needed here"
She stared in blank horror.
Basil Hawkstone! You never mean
to keep me permanently on this Is
land?"
A shadow crossed his face.
BE reasonable, Vera-we must live
here. | cannot explain-and 1t Is best
that l should not, for you are scarcely
the person to be intrusted with family
secrets: but my presence is needed here,
both by my island folks and others.
And after alr'-trying to speak cheer
fully-'this old sea-nest Of the race
is not such bad place! We are SOW
ereigns here you and I; our word is
law, our subjects, though few, are ex-
ceedingly loyal"
Her violet eyes grew black with
wrath.
What do I care for such petty SOW
ereignty as this?" she sneered; 81, who
have ruled thousands. as you well
know! What do l care for your island
people, or your family secrets?
want to go back to London-to Paris
to our old life there-you almost make
me add-to the gay. dizzy. beautiful
ring!"
She had leaped to her feet, palpitat-
ing, burning with sudden passion;
nghtnings filled her eyes; she had
dangerous look.
THE ring!" echoed Hawkstone, STIR
red to the depths of his heart. Great
Heaven. how dare you mention such
thing, Vera a?-you. the wife, the moth
er Of a Hawkstone? Is 1t not enough
She caught the sentence from his lips
with a mocking, mirthless laugh.
THAT you took me out Of the place
of clowns and sawdust, and did me the
honor to marry me? No, it Is moi
enough, sir. 1 was not born to drae
out existence in prison, or to be the
slave Of any mans whims. l want
Ife-real life-happiness, excitement
praise. worship-I will not be CONTROL.
ed or fettered-I will have my day."
His face was like thunder cloud.
You are a foolish, unreasonable
child, Vera-spoiled by too much fiat
tery-too much Of what you call rea
| life, though Heaven knows, that 1t Il
not the name which I should apply tC
lit! We have had a surfeit Of Pari:
and London gayety already
A rap on the door interrupted him.
"Oh, sir" called voice outside, "w'
cannot find Jetta Ravenel anywhere
she has not been seen since the burial
What Is to be done, sir?"
He flung back the door, and saw
Mrs. Otway, the housekeeper, standing
at the threshold, pale and frightened.
Great Heaven! I had forgotten th'
girl" he muttered. II will go mysel
to look for her"
"She may have jumped into the ses
to escape life on this wretched island
sneered Vera,
Hawkstone snatohed up his hat. Sc
cretly glad that the quarrel with MI
wife had been interrupted. The mex
moment he was out under the chestnu
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