Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-09-20
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Answer me! Answer me, you shall
You loved me once!"
He made a step toward her, bu
Florence, with head proudly erect
waved him back with an imperiou
lgesture.
stop" she cried, haughtily. -
moment ago you pleaded for pity. An
other word Of love to me and I will
despise you!"
All the light died out of Wallace
face, and again it assumed the leader
hue Of despair. He staggered a little
and fell back, clutching at the tabl'
for support. AS he did so, his hant
struck a revolver which lay there
With a cry, almost of joy, he snatchet
It. up.
"Despise met" he exclaimed, wildly
That's enough! Cowards kill them
selves!"
AS he spoke. he pointed the pistol t.
his breast, and pulled the trigger.
But the weapon was not loaded, ant
the only result was sharp snap.
With a scream, Florence rushed to.
ward him.
my God! Would you kill your,
self?"
Cheated again." muttered the un.
happy young man, with groan, as he
flung the revolver from him.
| Close beside him, with both hands
pressed against her heart. Florence
locked at him, her whole soul In hel
eyes, II he had been himself he would
have discovered then what he had just
now so desperately striven to find out
that, in spite OF all, she loved him
still
For moment absolute silence
reigned in the room. Then the rumble
of wheels was heard. Florence started
1t must be the ambulance returning
and they would come there.
Terrified, she grasped Wallace by the
arm.
"Hark! They are coming"
LET them comet" he answered, as
|: dazed.
But you must not be taken!" she
cried, frantically. "This way, quick!'
Il shall remain here"
Come! come! For my sake!"
For your sake!" starting as IL he
had been shot. But even in that mo-
nlent Of terror Florence did not forget
| that she was a married woman and
that her duty and allegiance were due
to another.
She sought for some excuse and
found one.
Would you have them find us to-
gether?" she asked, half reproachfully
half pleadingly.
TogetherI He understood, OF
thought he did. She was afraid Of be-
ing compromised. Heaven forbid that
he should be the cause of such thing
as that. And he yielded.
do with me what you will" he
said.
She half led, half dragged him
across the hall. and flung open the
door Of a small apartment used as q
store room.
Go in there!" she said. You will
be safe for the present"
He gave her one long look. and
murmuring. For your sake!" obeyed
Florence stood for a moment in a
listening attitude,
The wheels seemed to be going in an
opposite direction. Perhaps they were
not coming there after all.
She began to pace nervously up and
down the floor, not daring to leave the
place. The excitement she had under
gone had dissipated all the effects OF
the morphine. She recognized this in
dull sort of way and was thankful
for it. She needed all her senses now
Suddenly her eyes fell upon the yell
low envelope that lay upon her hus-
bands desk. That dispatch. Sidney
had said it came from Crook. Crook!
Could it have anything to do with
Wallace?
Without stopping to think what she
was doing, feeling only that she must
know the truth, she seized the envel-
ope, and, tearing it open, read as fol-
lows:
Look out for" The name was
gone. Deserted in action. Hold fol
orders. Bearer will furnish descrip-
tion. Crook"
The name? She was certain now II
was his. But where was 1t? She
must have torn it off. She stopped to
examine the door, but as she did so
she heard a door close above and then
the sound of quick, light footsteps
coming down the stairs.
She flung the dispatch back upon
the table, and turned to face her sis
| ter
why, Florence" exclaimed Doro-
thy. running toward her. chow pale
you are! Are you ill?"
mo, no." in a sharper voice than
Dorothy ever remembered her sister tc
have used to her before. Leave me!
I want to be alone!"
In spite Of her youth, the little ma
ior was possessed of a goodly amount
or tact. So, although she was con-
siderably worried at her sisters
strange demeanor. she said nothing
more, but left the hall at once and
went out upon the piazza.
Again Florence commenced that
restless pacing to and fro like senti-
mel, but in this case the sentinel was
not alone guarding the prisoner, but
also intent on some mode of effectine
his escape.
| (To Be Continued).
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