Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-07-16

WIFI IOIeEdllOll, pul dDSOlulc lawn, vi
my suit, or you will find me trans
formed into an enemy powerful enough
to crush both you and your father
When 1 first spoke 20 you Of love,
did not possess the weapon which
now hold-it was then safe, my dea
cousin for you to defy me-now it Il
not"
| Luckily the Dale postoffice was jus
before her. She turned upon her com
panion like young queen.
II do not believe one syllable tha
you have spoken" she said. This 1:
simply some ruse by which you thinl
to force yourself again on my notice
1t is not possible that you could helf
or hurt my father, even If he was ir
danger But he is not. 1t is all g
falsehood He is strong, rich and pow
WYE" with scorn unspeakable in hel
voice and eyes alike, II will talk with
you no more-I am done with you!"
At that moment her letter chanced
W slip lIOil HSI holu W IiC S4OoAe
He snatched it up, but did not restore
1t to her.
my fair, incredulous cousin" he
hissed, your father is not beyond my
reach. can destroy him, if 1 will!
can bring him to a fearful DEATH
can also strip you Of wealth, good
name, social position-yes, of the very
last rag of respectability-I can over
whelm you with such black disgrace
that Victor Shirlaw, with all his love
all his admiration for your beauty
will fly from you in horror. Yes, and
this l will dol swear it! unless you
take back every unkind word you have
said to me. Come, belle cousine, what
Is the secret that you have sealed up
in this envelope?"
Give 1t to mel! she cried, impera-
lively, holding out her hand.
AT some future time, maybe" he
answered with an exasperatlng smile
and put the letter in his pocket.
This was more than Mignon could
bear. She cast one swift look around
and saw handsome trap just dashing
up to the Dale postoffice. Down from
Il hoped Abel Lispenard. Mignor
rushed impetuously up to him, her
lovely eyes suffused with indignant
tears.
Help mel" she painted. "Oh, Mr.
Lispenard, help me! Cyril wye has
taken and is holding my letter-he
will not give it back"
Lispenard walked quickly up to WYE
BE so good as to restore Miss Mig
mons property at once!" he said.
The two men looked at each other
Dwarfed as Lispenard was in stature
there was yet a powerful suggestion
Of reserved strength about him. Cyril
WYE grew as red as a turkey cock.
Suppose l do not choose to do sc
at your bidding?" he answered, inso-
lently.
Then" replied Lispenard, Il shall
take means to compel YOU"
My cousin, it seems. does not un-
derstand a jest" fumed the lawyer, as
he rudely tossed the letter back tc
Mignon; and as for you, Abel Lis
penard, when seek a quarrel it shall
be with a man, and not a monstrosity.'
He turned on his heel and walked
away. Mignon ran to Lispenard, the
angry crimson flaming in her cheek.
"The brute-the coward!' she storm
ed. But for me. he would not have
spoken to you like that. Forgive me
Mr.. Lispenard. I am sorry-so sorry
that l exposed you to his insults!"
my dear child" answered Lispen'
ard, quietly, do not distress yourself
in the least. Such things, coming
from a man like Cyril wye, cannot
hurt much"
But Mignon's righteous wrath woulc
not be so easily allayed.
"I know how it is," she cried; "he l:
under obligations to you, and were
in your place. l would crush him
would, indeed"
Il am sure you would do nothing O
the kind, Miss Vye-you are generou!
enough to forgive a petty affront. Now
lest he should annoy you further, vii
you permit me to take you home t.
Rookwood in my trap?"
| She had always felt certain terro
in his presence. 1t assailed her now
and set her stammering:
mo, thank you'll am not afraid o
Cyril" Then she added, sweetly: "B
llieve me, Mr.. Lispenard, 1 am very
very grateful for your kindness" am
darted into the office to mail her letter
When she came forth, Lispenard ant
the trap had vanished.
Mignon went back to Rookwood
agitated with strange fears and fore
bodings. Her father in peril of hi
life? No, it could not be. 1t was a.
a miserable fabrication, framed t
frightened and mislead her. Sh
would not give it a moments credence
Cyril WYE had accomplished nothing b
his publicity except to increase he
detestation Of him.
There was a water-party on the riV
er that day, and gypsy tea in chest
lnut wood on the bank. Reginal
Berkely and Shrlaw burnt thei
awkward fingers in making fire, an
the tea had a smoky flavor; but tn
Sandwiches and cold chicken and Eng
lish game pie were faultless, and G
merriment there was no lack. In
graver portion of the company cluster
led around Abel Lispenard. Min
Berkely. full. as usual, of sighs an
lyearnings for the impossible, fitte
, hither and thither, still intent upo
: making eyes at the deformed ar1sto
crat. A score of young people Wer
present. but pre- -eminently the belle
the occasion, the bright, particula
star of the gypsy tea, was Mignon.
Twilight gathered in the Chestnr
grove. Shirlaw, picturesque, hand
some. sat upon the trunk of a falle
tree playing upon a little mandolin
/ to which the whip poor-wills in tn