Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-08-06
4 tiny box; then stepped forward and

"a Tiny DoX, tnen Steppeu lorWdIu dH'
rang the bell.
Jarvis" said Abel Lispenard, quiet.
ly, can 1 trust you?"
II think you can, sir" answered the
man.
"Then go Immediately to Rookwood
land give this, privately, to Gilbert Wye
remember prirately?"
Yes, sir"
"And keep your eyes open, in case
lyou see anybody, or anything thai
seems strange to you over yonder, and
report in full to me-"
THAT will, sir"
Jarvis departed on his errand. He
was gone exactly an hour by the clock
Lispenard paced the room and waited.
i By-and-by he heard the mans steI
outside. Jarvis entered, with an i'm
portant air.
II saw him, sir!"
Lispenard motioned for him to close
the door.
Tell me everything!" he command
ed.
well, SIR" said Jarvis, when
reached Rookwood, Mr.. Gilbert wye
was just coming out of the stable
going on one Of his long rides. went
up to him and says I:
"'Wait a bit, sir, here's something
for you
"I gave him the box. He struck a
match. tore off the cover and turned
pale-pale as a spook-the lucifer was
iaring on his face and I could see II
plain"
WHO sent this?' says he.
my master, Mr.. Lspenard,' says l.
"Ah!' says he, drawing his breath
hard, then he put a hand in his pocket
and gave me this, sir"
Jarvis showed a flve-dollar bank
note. A shudder shook Abel Lispen-
ards square figure. He pointed straight
to the fire burning under the tall man
tel.
Throw 1t there, Jarvis!"
Jarvis obeyed, meekly. A little squirt
of flame and he resumed his narrative.
He slipped from his saddle. sir. He
seemed scared, or bewildered, or some
thing"
"Tll go up to the house. I heard
him mutter, and bid Mignon good-by!
well, he started for the house and
with him, for you told me to look
after anything that might be strange
at Rookwood. Well, sir, we hadn't
gone far, when we both saw some tall,
black shapes moving along the terrace
two men, sir, and then a door flew
open, letting out streak Of light, and
Mr.. Cyril wye ran down the steps to
meet the pair.
"'Ha! Here you are, sheriff!
heard him say, In a guarded voice
Mr.. Gilbert and l had stopped short In
the shelter of the shrubbery. so my
kilograms found you?' says he. The
one l sent from New York this morn
Ing was explicit enough, was 1t not?
should have requested you to meet me
in Boston on the arrival Of the train,
but there was a lady in the way, who
might have made an awkward scene"
rs he likely to give us the slip?''
says the person who had been called
sheriff.
more than likely answered Mr.
| Cyril 'if once he suspects mischief
Speed is the one thing necessary In
this case. First Of all. you had better
set a watch at the station
1--WE have done that already says
the man.
"Then they seemed to stand and
whisper together, after which they
went softly into the house. I turned
t. look for Gilbert wye, but he had dis
appeared, sir-I didn't see him again
l went back to the landing place, but
my boat was gone, too, and I had to
walk round by the bridge. Yet the
skiff is now down at the jetty, moored
all right. How it got there 1 am sure
| don't know, sir"
You may go, Jarvis" said Lispen-
ard. as the servant finished his story.
Jarvis went his way. His master
stood pondering the things he had
heard.
Officers Of the law at Rookwood!
A watch already set at the railway sta
ton, and perhaps at other avenues OF
escape, also! Cyril wye had lost no
time. He had determined on the ut
tier destruction of his uncle. Family
considerations were of no Importance
to him now. 1t was plain that he would
stop at nothing. How long would Mig
non remain in ignorance of all that
was passing about her?
Abel Lispenard could not rest-he
could scarcely breathe. The night
, seemed charged with dynamite. An
leXplosion was close at hand. He won
dered what the dwellers Of the Dale
would say when the real character OF
the man whom they had feted and ad-
mired was made known to them.
At last he seized his hat and went
down into his dark, still garden, fol-
lowed by a long nosed Livonian hound
The hour was growing late, but there
was no rest for Lispenard tonight. He
seemed raked up in red-hot Goals.
He stood on the stone jetty. Yes, al
his feet lay Jarvis's skiff, safely moor
ed. Lispenard knew well enough who
had appropriated the craft and left his
servant to walk round by the bridge
He looked across the current at Rook-
wood. All there was silent as death
but once or twice he saw little point
of red light flash out, like STAR ir
the shrubbery along the river side
gleam for an instant, and then vanish
Scouts were at work, surely.
The river made bend not far from
the jetty. AS he gaZed down stream
Lispenard fancied he could distinguish
in that black watery curve, the outline
of boat lying close in to the shelter
ing bank.
For long time he stood waiting fol
: he knew not what. The night was
very quiet Only the wind sighed ir
= tho tree TONS over hiS head He was