Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-08-30

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Trustworthy person to Colorado. W.
will know at once the fate Of your sis
ter, and you shall provide for her flu
ture yourself"
Her fair face lighted wonderfully.
How kind-how good you are!
would be content, I think, If l could
have news of Esther"
| You shall have 1t IL 1t is obtaina'
ble Tomorrow at this hour you viii
be upon the sea- but comfort yourself
with the thought that proper steps vii
have been taken by that time to dis
cover Esther, and bring her back tc
the east. Are you glad to go with these
Berkelys?"
Yes"
He looked at her with a fierce pair
rending his heart. That idiot Regi'
nald would dance attendance upon hel
from land to land. She had once re-
jected his love; but with such colder
OPPORTUNITIES as now lay before him
who could tell the mischief that he
now might do?
Il am here to bid you a final good
by" said Lispenard. in slightly sha'
ken voice. "At this last hour do yor
think of anything more that 1 can dc
for you?"
NO" she replied. "You have prom
ised, If possible, to send me tidings OF
Esther, and that Is enough"
You will write to me sometimes, viii
you not?"
Yes, If you wish It,"
And when you have grown weary
of the Old World and of travel, you
will come back?"
Yes" she said again.
He held out his hand. She put hel
soft, cool palm upon it.
Cannot you come to the steamer to-
morrow to see us Off" she said.
The color flew into his face and out
again.
mo; in Gods name do not ask me!
There is a limit to all human endur-
ance. My dear child. good-by!"
Good -by!" answered Mignon.
There was no other word. He moved
toward the door. looking back at hel
with a pale, strange face. She did
not lift her head. A moment more and
he was gone, and Mignon stood alone
by the fire OF Nina Berkely's boudoir.
Abel Lispenard went by train that
night to his tower in the Dale. His
servants noticed nothing unusual In
his appearance The dog Cossack, how
ever, crept close to the side Of his
master, and lifted wistful eyes to his
face as though his canine instincts de-
tected something wrong. To be sure
the household heard the wailing Of the
grand piano far into the small hours
of morning, but that was nothing un-
common.
The day dawned wild and stormy
It was bad weather for ocean travellers
Lispenard wandered aimlessly about
his great house. He spent long time
in the closed rooms of his dead sister
turb his devoted servants. He dinet
with only Cossack for company, anC
perhaps it was the most cheerless mea
that had ever been served at the tow
er
The night came on in clouds and
beating winter rain. The wind wall
ed mournfully across his desolate
lawns and gardens. He sat down be-
fore the log fire with his violin, an6
drew the bow across it's sympathetic
strings.
Wild, heartrending music broke from
the instrument. BY this time she was
sailor? Would night and tempest OF
the great deep frighten her? He hat
given her into the hands of those
Berkelys for an indefinite period
Would they, indeed, take good care o.
her? She would change much before
he saw her again. She was little more
than a child in years, and she woult
grow, not toward him, but further ant
ever further away from him; that wa
inevitable. How many new expert
ences would be hers! How many new
faces she would seel All, had he real
| ly been wise in letting her go? HI
dashed down his violin and started VI
i'm his chair but alas! it was too lat
to recall her now-She had passed be
yond his reach.
Cossack seemed to divine his mas
ter's mood, and whined restlessly at hi
knee. The rain beat fiercer than ever
the wind was increasing in violence
Suddenly Lispenard heard the CLOSING
or q door close at hand. Some of tn
servants were passing through tn
| hall. He fell back in his chair again
with his chin bowed on his massive
breast. and the violin, in which he 70
once could find no comfort, flung dow
"a his side.
How can l complain that | hav
lost herr" he said to himself, bitterly
"since | never had her to lose"
He thought again of Reginald Berke
Ily signing over her. In those far land
she would altogether forget her de
formed. her unloved husband. No mat
ter. if at the same time she also for
got her SOrrOwS-the shadow of he
fathers sins. which had fallen so dark
ly on the innocent young life. Sacri
flee. renunciation-thOse words, II
their full meaning. were we'll known
Abel I.iSpenard. If he could purchas
her happiness at the cost of his own
surely he would be content.
The portiere was pushed suddenl
aside. He did not see it. a light ste
crossed the carpet. Cossack gave
joyful bark. Then he started an
looked up.
Great Heaven. could he believe hi
own eyes? 1t was MignOn hersel
standing there on his hearth-Mignor
breathless, eager-eyed, her long wrap
shining with rain. and her yellow hal
clinging in wet, babysh rings abOu
her lovely brows. Once before she ha
lcOme to him i'm that very room, b