Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-09-13
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mently.
81 can't" she declared, and then
closed her lips tightly together, with
an expression Of determination which
nothing could shake.
At this Sherwood laughed aloud. 1t
must be said that the doctors laugh
was not one of his greatest charms.
1t was harsh, metallic, and wholly un-
mirthful.
| Cant what?" he asked, knowing
quite WELL from experience, what the
answer would be.
Cant tell him! We don't speak
any more"
What? Another quarrel?'
Dorothy gave a quick nod, and then
added in a tone of the most supreme
conviction:
But it's his fault"
| "Oh, of course" assented Sherwood,
cordially.
| He stood there for a moment appar-
emily in deep reflection, all the time
watching out of the corner Of his eye
the pretty girl before him. He was
really fond Of her, but he delighted in
teasing her.
We'll" he said finally, as If he had
reached a definite conclusion, I'm
afraid / shall have to saw that arm
off this evening""
Then, without waiting for any an
swer, he strode away and disappeared
beyond the palisade.
The Charlie in question. be 1t said.
was Dr. Sherwoods cousin, young
fellow of twenty-th three or four, who
had recently graduated from West
Point, and had received his appoint
ment as lieutenant in Colonel Gray's
regiment.
Almost the first thing he did after
joining was to fall promptly and ire
trievably in love with Dorothy Dun
bars dainty, fower-like face. She
herself was not entirely Indifferent to
the frank. manly young lieutenant
But their making was anything
but placid If they quarreled once a
week. they quarreled a dozen times,
sometimes, to be sure, just for the
pleasure Of making 1t up.
A few days before, Charlie Sher-
wood had received an ugly fall from
vicious horse he was endeavoring to
put through certain military man.
oeuvres. and the result had been
broken arm.
The doctor had at once removed him
from the unmarried officers quarters
to his own house, where he could have
him under his eye and see that the in
jured arm received proper attention.
OF course his parting threat to Dor
othv was entirely destitute of any ba-
sis in fact, but. nevertheless. just at
the first moment, 1t filled the girl with
horror. What! Oh, he could not mean
It. Saw off her Charles arm! Not
II she could help IT. she would go and
tell him and have him make his escape
before that bloodthirsty butcher, for
thus she characterized her brother-in-
law, should return.
the house, and then paused abruptly.
No, she couldn't do that She had
told him that she would never speak
to him again, and he had said that he
could stand it If she could. But yet,
she could not bear the thought Of his
being crippled for life.
She gave a glance up at the room
just above the piazza where he lay
asleep, and finally resolved, at all
events, to awaken him.
She looked around for something to
hurl at the blinds. There was nothing
in sight save a short broom, with
which the servant had been brushing
down the steps.
Dorothy seized this and flung it with
all her force against the closed shut
ters. 1t made a tremendous crash,
and. falling. lodged upon the SILL But
there was not a sign of life from the
occupant of the room.
THE wretch" murmured Dorothy,
pettishly to herself. Hes sleeping
like a log!"
She looked around for some other
missile, but there was nothing in
sight At last, in desperation, she
stopped and removing one Of her slip
pers, sent it after the broom. The
slipper also remained on the sill.
This new bombardment had much
better effect than the first.
Just as Dorothy darted up under the
shelter of the piazza roof, the shutters
were flung open, and a young man,
with a pleasant, boyish face, appeared
at the window. He was in his shirt
sleeves and one Of his arms was in
sling. He looked about him, seeking
to discover the cause Of the noise
which had aroused him. and at last
his eyes fell upon the brush and the
slipper.
He pitched the latter article up with
his uninjured hand, smiling and NUT
tering to himself:
| Aha. my LADY,"
Then he leaned out and caught a
glimpse of a skirt on the piazza below.
II was a pale blue muslin, and he knew
well to whom it belonged.
! "Hullo, little major!" he called.
Whats up?" And then suddenly re-
collecting himself, he added as he
withdrew his head. "Oh, forgot, we
don't speak now! Excuse me a min
ute"
| Hes coming down." thought Doro-
thy. with strange fiutter in her
breast, half longing to see him and
half wanting to avoid him.
She decided to hide. but just as she
turned To do so, she caught sight of
horseman dismounting in front Of the
canteen, and paused to see who 1t was,
thinking at first that the troops must
have returned. Then she recognized
the man as Dan Horton, scout en-