Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-08-27
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
Cyril Yves Revenge.


Since her hopeless passion for LIS
penard was to be reciprocated In some
future sphere of being, she felt, per-
haps, that she could afford, on this
terrestrial ball, to be kind to his earth
ly bride. The remainder Of the Berke-
ly tribe, including bilious, crow-like
Reginald, gave Mignon a warm well
come.
You must remain with US for the
present" said Nina. Society, you
know, has been wild to catch glimpse
of you since your sudden marriage
with Abel Lispenard."
Youth shuns shadow and loves sun
shine as naturally as the flowers OF
the field
Mignon had been sorrowful and
sorely tried for many weeks-with the
elasticity Of her years she seemed TO
rise now and cast off her burdens.
Her odd marriage with the rich
dwarf had thrown a glamour OF ro-
nance over her beauty. The world OF
wealth and fashion, so far as Vt found
opportunity, regarded her as sort OF
nine days wonder.
Strange that a grand fellow like
Lispenard should throw himself away
on such a piece Of pink and white
prettiness," remarked one critic.
"Odd that q girl with the face of an
angel should marry a deformed Great
ure like Llspenard," said another.
Not unfrequently these frank COM
ments reached the ears Of Mignon her
self, but neither by word nor look did
she betray that she heard them. Nina
Berkely used to wonder what could be
passing in the girls heart at such mo-
ments, but the passionate poetess new
er found out.
'I have sent word to Lispenard that
you are here" she said to Mignon, "and
that 1 mean to keep you indefinitely.
OF course, he will call at once"
But he did not. A week passed, and
the bridegroom had not sought his
bride, and, in spite Of the closest
scrutiny, Nina Berkely was unable to
discover any evidence that Mignon
either waited or wished for him.
She was seen only at what Nina
called little family affairs-that Is, din
ners and receptions at the Berkely's
Back Bay house. Everywhere, and at
all times the poetess treated her sue
cessful rival with great kindness"
IT really enjoy seeing people admire
YOU" she confessed. II am not with
out magnanimity. as l mean to show
Lispenard," with a heavy sigh. For
his sake, shall always be your
friend"
One night at a reception, under
brilliant Jets, in the midst Of flow
ers and perfumes and cleaning tis-
sues, with Reginald Berkely bending
over her chair, holding her bouquet,
Mignon heard a masculine voice, near
al hand, say, guardedly:
I'm heavens name, how could
mortal man marry her. and then leave
her? 1t is incredible!"
"Lispenard is an odd fellow" answer
ed another voice, full Of inexplicable
freaks. No end Of money, though, and
deuced generous with 1t! Women love
money, so, daresay, the two will get
on together"
"Caliban and a new Miranda"
well, I am reminded more OF the
story of Proserpina, the beautiful
daughter Of Ceres and Jupiter who
gathered flowers in the Vale Of Hempe,
and was seen, and carried off, by
Pluto the internal"
"Ha! ha! l notice that all the young,
susceptible men call Lispenard hard
names 1t looks as though he was
rather neglecting her. though. Iwon-
der he isn't here tonight"
The two speakers moved on.
Reginald Berkely began to tear Mig
mons bouquet with ruthless fingers.
You hear what people say Of your
marriage" he muttered gloomily.
She raised a cold, disdainful face.
such talk is like the kissing of sill
ly geese; yes, l hear-do you think
care?"
ITS true" he groaned; "Lispenard
does neglect you"
IL am not aware Of 1t. To me II
seems right and proper that he should
remain at the home with that dying
man."
by Jove! were 1 in his place, all
my kindred might die together, and
such an event wouldn't keep me mo-
ment from your side"
She smothered a yawn behind her
finger-tips.
"Oh. but you are not in the least like
Abel Lispenard, you know"
Il hope not, I'm sure" he answered
drawing up his figure. which looked as
black and thin as an eXclamatiOn-point
BLESS my soul! why didn't you leave
the fellow to my sister Nina, who calls
him Adonis. instead of Caliban, and
who has been in love with him for
years? She'll wear the willow now till
the end of her days-pon honor she
will Alas! blighted affection seems
To run in the family Of Berkely."
when any absurd party dares tC
call Abel Lispenard a Caliban. said
Mignon. steadily, 1T is because that
person is too blind to see that there is
not a man in this room who wouI not
suffer by personal comparison witt
him."
Reginald stared, then grlnned in 6
sardonic way.
Women say strange things Wher
they are angry"
II am not in the least angry" sh'
declared, with great serenity.
"By Jove! l hope I'm not expected
to believe
All! Nina is beckoning-I must go!
she interrupted and arose like queen
and swept away, with an odd littl'
smile on her lips.
Another and another day passed
then something happened.
1t was opera night at the Bostol
Theatre. The Berkely family occupied
a box, and Mignon in their midst shon