Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-11-22
By Eta w. PIERCE.

| terraces to the beach, and there ter
minated in a massive sea-wall, built by
the black slaves Of some colonial
Hawkstone. An ancient house Of hos
pitable aspect Time and sea-winds
had impaired a mellow hue to its gray
stone walls. The high gables and red
chimneystacks gave it the appearance
of an English manor Behind it, wind
mills stretched their arms in the sun,
and herds of cattle fed in the rolling
pastures.
In me-" said Hawkstone, lightly,
you see the sovereign Of Tempest Is
land. The hundred souls that make up
its population are all my servants and
dependents. AS l have told you, old
Durick Hawkstone left the island in
tall to Guy, his eldest male heir, and
to the first male heir following forever;
and Guy, at his own demise, re-ex-
pressed the entail. Others, coming af-
ter, rigidly adhered to the custom; so,
for generation after generation, Tenn
pest Island has descended from father
to son in one unbroken line Of success
sion."
Eagerly she looked out on his little
kingdom.
1T is beautiful" she cried. Il am
sure I shall be happy here. Philip.
Your southern rose means, for loves
sake, to take firm root in the soil Of
this northern island"
He bent his blonde head, and kissed
her remorserully.
"I wish to heaven that was more
worthy of your love, Jetta!" he NUT
tered. See! my people have come
down to the wharf to welcome us.
Nearly all of them were born on the
island-many have grown gray In the
service of the Hawkstones."
Yes, the wharf was alive with men
and women in holiday attire-happy,
contented- looking people. Among
them, yet noticeably apart from all
others, stood a tall, gypsy-faced girl,
with a red cloak flung over her tar
black hair, and eyes like living Goals.
hungrily fixed on the approaching
yacht. Some strong emotion had turned
the brunette face to the hue Of ashes.
Presently one of the island women
went up to this young person, and
whispered, not unkindly:
"Yonder the master is coming with
his new wife. You'd be better of at
the Inlet house, Peg Patton, than
standing here watching for him.
Didn't I tell you, six months ago, that
Philip Hawkstone would never stoop
to marry his overseer's daughter?
The girl grew a shade paler
Everybody is wise after thing has
happened" she answered, sulkily.
Peg, Peg, he's like all his kind
quick to love, quicker to forget"
Yes, he's tickle enough" sneered
Peg. las the woman coming yonder
will soon find out. Sorrow and trouble
are waiting for her on the island.
She'll stare both in the face before an
other day goes by"
You jade! You look as wild as
hawk! What mischief are you hatch
lng?"
"I owe him something, Moll Derby"
hissed the girl. He said I was his
equal before he went on that southern
iourney-said was fit to marry any
man-said 1 ought to be a queen for
my beauty"
And you believed him, simpleton?
Served you right, say I! Everybody
on the island warned you. Don't you
know they all talk that way? but when
il comes to taking a wife, they choose
their own kind. Philip Hawkstone,
YOU may be sure, has had enough of
low marriages"
Peg Patton made gesture OF rage
and misery.
GO away" she groaned. stop
talking to me and go away, or I'll push
you into the water"
The Siren" grated against the
wharf. Hawkstone and his southern
bride stepped ashore. The loyal Is
landers crowded around the pair with
cries of Welcome home, Mr.. Hawk
stone!" welcome back to the island,
and your lady with you-bless her
handsome facet"
He was like a prince in the midst of
his subjects rather than plain Amer
lean gentleman returning to his own
estate from a short journey.
| He must shake hands with every
one, from ehe oldest to the youngest.
Peg Patton stood awaiting her turn.
When it came she drew back STEP
and gave the island lord a look that
made him quail.
What! will you not shake hands
with me, Peg" he said, good-natur-
edly.
I'D die sooner!" she painted, with
eyes like Damascus blades.
Nonsense! There are some trinkets
for you in my luggage. Jetta, my
dear, this girl is the daughter of my
late overseer. He died in my service
You must be a good friend to Peggy.
81 will, indeed" answered the young
1
bride; but Peg recoiled in white heat
Of anger.
You liar." she Kissed in Philip
Hawkstone's blond, insoucient face;
You false traitor! l want no friend
ship with you or your bride. 1 see! she
s blazing beauty, and lady born
one Of your own kind, sir-not like me
hate YOU both! I curse you both!
hope to Heaven that neither Of you Will
ever know a happy day on Tempest
Island. and something tells me you
never will-you never Will
CHAPTER II.
At Midnight.