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

know in the same person better quail
tiles of heart and head than l find
united in Victor Shirlaw."
Il shall not quarrel with you over
such a subject" sneered Nine Berkely.
Talk of angels. and they always ap-
pear"
And sure enough, Shirlaw himself,
gay, debonair, appeared at that very
moment in the entrance Of the summer
house.
Permit me to take refuge with you
here, good friends" Shirlaw said, as
he fell into a garden seat, as near as
possible to Mignon. 1.-THE sun is bra
zen, the dowagers are as thick as
grasshoppers, and, under such circum-
stances, the light fantastic grows flat,
stale and Improbable"
Lispenard laughed, shortly.
Every affliction has its consolation,
Victor. A man like me is never trou-
bled by bellies or dowagers."
why must he always be alluding
to his personal deformity?" thought
Mignon, with irritation.
"Halloo!" cried out Shirlaw, abrupt
ly. What is this?"
Nina Berkely's English pug. Bijou,
we'll trained to fetch and carry, came
waddling solemnly up to the young
soldier, with bit Of paper in his
black, impudent mouth and laid the
same upon his knee.
"A billet doux!" said Shirlaw.
Bijou wagged his tail and barked.
BY the look on Nina Berkely's face.
verify that paper had not been intend
ed for Shirlaw!
1T looks mysterious" said Lispen-
ard, dryly. Don't ir-ritate our feelings
don't keep us in suspense, Victor"
Shirlaw unfolded the sheet, held 1t
from him at an unreasonable distance,
and read aloud the following lines to
the murmuring accompaniment Of the
river:
Out yonder in the dark,
All nlSIlI TIE IT-lIte SiO"o, Will III
living eye to mark
Its strong root striking deep through
the mold.
So, in the weary night Of his silence
and his scorn,
Her love it grows apace, patient,
though all forlorn.
A tree that heedeth not wind nor
cold.
Far down in gloomy caves,
The hermit pearl shines on under rag
ing winds and waves
A star that lighteth not sea nor land.
So, in despair her love, unsought, un-
asked, doth shine
Alas! that life's best things must be
like wasted wine,
Poured out on desert sand.
yet shall the priest withhold
His costly offering, though the altar
stone be cold?
And shall the Alpine vale refuse to
bud and blow
Because the monarch peaks frown
stern and white as death,
Upon her warm, green heart, and chill
with icy breath
Her wealth of love below?"
Nina Berkely turned and looked at
Lispenard.
do you like it?" she said, steadily.
NO" he answered. in frigid tone.
She arose to her feet, tragic, impress
sive, in spite Of the yellow gown and
the lilies.
"You remind me of some terrible
Sphinx, Abel Lispenard," she painted,
without pity or sentiment. You who
have no heartily what unholy pow
er do you subjugate the hearts Of 9TH
ers? Oh" stretching out her hands,
with a sob, as he stood cold and in
flexible, you know-you must know
Mignon fled precipitately down the
nearest path, and Shirlaw followed her.
Queer girl-that Miss Berkely," he
muttered.
Mr.. Lispenard Is queer, also,
think" stammered Mignon.
Whether or not Nina Berkely propos-
ed in due form they never knew, for
the delicious music of the band broke
out afresh at that moment, and Shir-
law cried, eagerly:
"One dance more!-pray let us have
one dance more!"
And the next that Philip Wye saw OF
his niece, she was swimming through
the dreamy measures of waltz with
the forbidden young captain, red lips
smiling, brown eyes shining-the per-
feet impersonation of beauty, youth
and happiness.
Well, it ended, at last, as all things
however delightful. must. AS Shirlaw
was making this adieux with the west
ern girl he said:
May l ride with you tomorrow, al
any convenient hour?"
Il am going out for a gallop with
Maud LOTUS, at ten," answered Mig
non, demurely. I'VE will permit you to
join us. providing you agree to keep
our pace"
Il have chased red Indians on the
plains" he replied, loftiy.
Maud LOTUS gave him queer, sau-
cy smile, but said not a word.
Punctual at ten o'clock the next
morning, Shirlaw, splendidly mounted
on one of Lispenard's best horses, ap-
peared at the gates of Rookwood
There he found a spirited gray gelding
held by a groom, and Maud Lotus, III
a dark blue riding habit. just ready to
mount the animal, but no Mignon.
Miss wye has already started" said
the blond Canadian to Shirlaw. "Her
horse Ranchero was too impatient to
wait. All, there she goes, yonder, be-
hind the evergreens," pointing with her
whip. Hasten and overtake her
will follow with the groom"