Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-18
"She is very dear to me, Also" said

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He was not all like his insignifi-
cant mother. He was arrogant, fop-
pish, insufferable. He wore an eye
glass screwed in his pale gray eye,
and his red mustache was waxed to
the last degree. Red also predominated
in his brows, his lashes and his hair.
Ill-natured people sometimes likened
Cyril Wye to that mean little animal,
the ferret; nevertheless he was a pow
er in his fathers famous law firm.
The study Of law had been a passion
with all the Yves. They boasted of
judges and magistrates in the family,
and many brilliant names we'll known
In the annals Of the Suffolk Bar.
Il come Of five generations Of law
yers." Philip wye was wont to say "all
of whom have made a mark in their
profession"
A brilliant, distinguished race-an
arrogant, ambitious race, mighty in
wealth and social position, yet with
few lovable qualities.
my dear mother" said Cyril wye,
airily twirling the red mustache, there
Ia one thing that you must make haste
to prepare yourself for-Mignon with
her beauty and fortune, will be sure
have no end Of suitors.'
The pale, faded lady looked at her
son with something like horror.
"Mignon! why. she is but a child!
Suitors? Not yet, I hope-no, no, not
yet, Cyril"
He shrugged his carefully padded
shoulders.
"Mignon is almost seventeen. Shall
I tell you a secret? I am going to
marry her myself"
She gave a queer little cry.
Cyril"
YES" he replied, with great sang
froid, my mind is made up. l have
adored Mignon from her saucy. tan
talking childhood, and I give you my
word that 1 shall move heaven and
earth to make her my wife!"
But she is your cousin!" gasped the
poor, pale lady.
| And what of that?" he sneered.
"Why do you stare at me so stupidity
Is there a law in the commonwealth. to
prevent the union Of cousins?"
She was little stupid, perhaps. A
woman who lives under a purely des-
potic form Of domestic government,
with neither strength nor courage to
resist that despotism, is apt in time, to
grow stupid.
| 81 don't KNOW don't know!" she
answered, wringing her hands, help
llessly. But there is something In the
world besides law. Mignon processes
an open aversion for you, Cyril, and
she has made no secret Of the same
since the day she came to us, a child
from the west"
| He started up from his chair and be-
gan to walk about the blue and terra
Gotta drawing room.
There Is a love that thrives on dis
couragement," he answered, "and mine
Ia Of that sort. AS a child, spirited
insolent, spoiled, Mignon fascinated me
strangely. The more unkind she was
Ito me, the more adored her, and now
that she has grown to womanhood, II
Is the same, I am her slave-hel
frowns are dearer to me than the
smiles of other girls. All her sights
and insults add fresh fuel to the fire
OF my passion"
81 tell you. Cyril, that Mignon dis
likes you!" repeated this illogical wo-
man.
He stopped short in his walk, and
gave her an ugly, unfilial look. Cyril
wye might be foppish and shallow and
insufferable, but he was also danger
Gus.
1T is of small consequence" ne
sneered, whether she likes or dislikes
me-this fact remains the same-Mig-
non, willing or unwilling. will be my
wife. Willing, or unwilling. our per-
western princess must, at no distant
day. fall body and soul into the hands
of her despised Cousin Cyril. Tha'
high spirit Of hers needs to be tanned
and" with an ugly glitter in his weak
gray eye, Il am the person most ca
ger to undertake the task! The yves
you know, are famous for home gov
ernment. They always find means tc
bring their women into proper subJec'
ton. My father says that, as family
we are noted for our docile wives
She shuddered. Only too well did sht
know the marital characteristics of the
IVyes.
"Oh," she half sobbed. you have
laid some unscrupulous plan agains
Mignon's peace! 1t is her fortune tina
you want, Cyril. You know that sh'
l.. her fathers sole heiress: but yol
reckon without your host. Mignon ha:
a will Of her own, and the days arr
past when a girl can be forced int
an obnoxious marriage. If you MAKE
Rookwood unpleasant to her. you vii
lonly defeat your own purpose, Tor sh'
will complain to her father and he vii
come and carry her back to Colorado
81 shall not make Rookwood unpleas
ant to Mignon," answered Cyril wye
las he twirled the red mustache. "Aw-
no-I love her too much for that
She will find me her devoted slave
Nevertheless, intend to press my sui
with vigor. And now, my dear foolisf
mother, you may ask, perhaps, why
have told you all this. Because Mignol
Is fond Of you-because she will lister
readily to any plea that you may make
and l want you to intercede for me
you must intercede for me-
She interrupted him with quicl
gesture.
Don't ask me, Cyril, l refuse!
will not attempt to influence the child
You are not calculated to make he
happy-wth your habits you are no
fit to be her husband"
He laughed mockingly.
Thanks for the compliment, nam
ma! When 1 marry Mignon 1 will
mend my ways, as my father did whei
he married you"
To Be Continued.