Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-11-22
face, and turned and vanished in the

crowd.
Come, Jetta! don't let this trifie an
noy you," said Hawkstone, and he lee
his bride under a stone gateway, ant
up the shady terraces to the house.
who was that girl, Philip" she
asked, very coldly and seriously.
| Il told you her name" he replied
with a shrug of the shoulders. "Sis
months ago-quite before your time
fiirted with her here on the island-a
trife-a mere trifle, not worth men
tioning! She has the very deuce Of
temper, and, somehow, she got it into
, her silly head that was going to mar
~ her-just like the sex?" growing ag-
grieved II always had the luck OF
getting into all sorts Of scrapes with
women-never looked twice at one In
my life without she seemed to expect
an immediate offer of marriage-of
course, do not mean you, love-, But
don't give the jealous jade another
thought-it's really too absurd"
A cloud had passed over Jetta Hawk
stones fair day. Tempest Island grew
dark and ugly and threatening before
her changed eyes.
Phillip, why did you not tell me?"
Tell you," he echoed. petulantly;
there was nothing to tell, Jetta. did
not blame you for Gabriel Ravenefs
Jealous passion-why should you be less
reasonable in the case of this ridicu-
lous island girl? Doubtless every
man has his secret follies. If you take
this matter seriously, I dare not think
how later revelations may affect you
I shall scarcely find courage"-with a
forced laugh-"to disclose my more
heinous offences. There, love! don't
look so troubled-we have reached our
own threshold-enter, and leave un-
pleasant things behind you. Here you
are queen of all you see, as well as of
my heart"
The main door of the stone man
sion stood wide open. All the house.
hold, headed by Mrs. Otway, the house
keeper, a motherly little woman In
gray serge, gathered in the porch to
welcome the bride. Philip Hawkstone
and his Southern rose" entered a hall
with rafters, wainscot and floor OF
age -darkened oak. The crest Of the
Hawkstones was carved on the wall
In a fireplace, built of big, square brick
brought from Holland, wood fire
burned on this summer day-the air OF
Tempest Island seemed always cool.
From the hall the drawing room OPEN
ed-a wonderful old apartment, filled
with relics and heirlooms out of num-
Der. harpsichord and spinet hob
nobbed with luxurious French chairs
and sofas. Faded portraits by Copley
and Reynolds hung on the walls. The
brassbound cabinets were full Of doc
uments signed by old royal governors
patents, commissions and land
grants, on parchment, discolored with
age. Further on, In the raftered kitch-
en-, a grand dinner was in progress
fish from the sea and game from the
wood, and every delicacy known In city
markets, for the island was but Few
miles distant from the mainland. In
accordance with an ancient custom,
Mrs. Otway presented the keys OF the
house to the new Mrs. Hawkstone, and
each servant bobbed a curtsey, and
wished the bride much happiness. At
ter all, 1t was a cheerful homecoming
in spite of Peg Patton.
Presently Jetta Hawkstone ascended
shallow stair to a chamber paneled
In cedar where Salome, the black
NANNY" who had followed her mis-
tress from the land Of rose and orange,
was already unpacking trunks and
boxes.
II 'spect we're come to stay, honey?'
she grumbled.
"Yes, Salome."
"Pears like yo'll never seem at
home hyar 'Tain't de ole plantation.
Marse Gabriel, he'd dead gone with
grief fore this, an ole marse and mis-
sus, too, honey"
Mrs. Hawkstone colored.
my place is henceforth here-not
there, Salome. Already this island is
dear to me, because it is my husbands
kingdom and-mine. 1 love him more
than home or friends-more than life
Itself am almost afraid to think how
much love him."
And she threw herself on the old
slaves neck, and burst into sudden
tears.
Salome soothed her fondly.
Hush, honey, hush! Yo' spoil yo
pretty eyes. Forgit all bout Marse
Gabriel, an let Salome comb yo' hail
an dress yo' fine for dinner. Marse
Philip, he thinks nothin' ever like yo
beauty, honey"
| She dried her eyes, and permitted
Salome to array her in a dinner-dress
of lace and peach-blow satin. By the
time this was done Hawkstone enter
ed. His languid face grew radiant al
sight Of the fair young shape before
the toilet table.
"And soon his eyes had drunk hel
beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the bewilderine
| cup,
And still the cup was full"
he quoted, softly. "Come, my darling
It still lacks a half-hour to dinner
Come with me- Your Philip has con-
fession to make, and something tc
show you. 1 cannot conceal the truth
from you longer, even if I would, and
indeed, 1t Is best that you should know
it at once.
In vague alarm she permitted him
to lead her across the passage to an
other chamber. Before he could oper
the door she heard on the further side
sound that startled and perplexet
her. 1t was the laugh of a little child
Philip Hawkstone beckoned her ovei
the threshold into nursery, luxurious
ly fitted up. Two persons occupied 4
"a nurse. in a cap and apron. sewing
in a window, and a golden-ha boy