Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-09-27
CHAPTER v.
Risen From the Dead.


nearly at the full, flooded everything
with a silvery radiance, making even
the most commonplace objects things
of beauty.
Every star Is at its post and shin
ing out its best" said Dan Horton to
his companion.
The two young people were saunter-
ing slowly up the street, neither OF
them over anxious to reach their des-
tination. Miss Dare had found the
handsome young scout, who had been
showing her the chief points of inter-
est at the fort, a most agreeable COM
panion. He was entirely different from
the men she had met in the east, and
he affected her like a breath OF fresh,
pure air after the hot, tainted atmos-
phere of g. crowded ball room.
No greater contrast could be imag-
ined than that afforded by Miss Dare
and her father. He, most common
place looking old man with no per-
sonal attractions whatever, and she a
regally beautiful woman, "a daughter
of the gods divinely tall and most d.
vinely fair" They were as different
in mind and character as they were In
person, for Helen Dare closely resem-
bled her mother, who had been an ex-
ceedingly brilliant and beautiful wom-
an.
The clear resplendence Of the heav-
ems had naturally suggested to them
astronomy and thence Dan had drift
ed into the superstitions Of the Indians,
founded on the movements Of the plan
cts, a subject which was entirely nov
ell to Miss Dare, and which she found
extremely interesting.
He also told her something OF the
inmates Of the house in which she was
to take up her temporary abode
speaking Of the little major, OF the
doctor, whom. however, by some
chance ne did not mention by name,
and of his wife. OF the latter, who
had compelled both his respect and
affection, he spoke in detail, saying
what a charming woman she was, and
how sad it was that she was so i'll.
Finally they reached the door Of the
doctors house and there they paused,
each, without being able or even at
tempting to explain the reason,
strangely loath to part.
As they stood there, Dan trying to
make conversation in order to prolong
their interview, quick footsteps re-
sounded behind them, and Horton
turned to see DR.. Sherwood close upon
them.
There was no longer any excuse for
his lingering, and he hastened to in
troduce the young lady to the one who
was to be her host.
Miss Dare, this is DR.. Sherwood" :"
At the mention of the name the young
lady started violently and turned a
frightened, questioning glance upon
the man whose face was partially hid
den by his SLOUGH hat. You are in
safe hands now. so I will say good
night and pleasant dreams. Good
night doctor"
Neither responded. Both Sherwood
and Miss Dare stood gazing at each
other as IL nothing else existed in the
world. Had it been lighter, Horton
would probably have been alarmed at
the extraordinary expression upon
their faces. AS 1t was, he was puz-
zled and just little hurt. He raised
his hat and walked away.
For some moments the man and
woman, whom he had just introduced
and yet who were anything but strang-
ers neither moved nor spoke. The
shock to both, at thus meeting unex-
pectedly. was too overwhelming. To
one, indeed, 1t was as IL ghost had
suddenly been resurrected from the
grave. The woman he had thought
dead. the only woman he had ever
loved with such power as was in him
to love, was there before him living
and breathing.
The man was the first to recover
himself, but his face was ashen and
his voice shook as he said, articulat-
Ing with the utmost difficulty:
Nell! You alive!"
do / look like a ghost, DR.. Sher-
wood?" was the cold, proud response.
Sherwood paled visibly, all the pas
sion in him taking fire at the sight of
this woman whom he had loved better
than all else upon earth, who had once
been his own, and whom he had
thought lost to him forever.
II believed you dead" he exclaim-
ed, in low. quivering tones. and there
was an unmistakable accent of truth
in his voice which even the woman
we shall continue to call Helen Dare
did not fail to recognize. "As God Is
my judge. did"
He started eagerly toward her, but
approaching terror. as she drew her
self up and fixed upon him a stare of
icy repulsion.
"You-you have come to denounce
met" he said, with a catch in his voice.
Pardon me-" she answered, as
quietly as If she were taking her part
in the most commonplace Of conversa-
tions. 81 am not tracking criminals
"Criminals!" he repeated with a
gasp, but at the same time using every
endeavor to control himself.
She looked at him for moment
narrowly, scrutinizingly, and, it SEEM
ed to him. accusingly. Knowing him.
self to be guilty, he showed all the
outward evidences Of guilt With an
other, he might and undoubtedly
would have brazened it out, but not
with her who, for one brief period
had been his wife. wife he had adored
next to the all-pervading passion OF
his life, the study of the secrets OF his
profession, secrets he had sworn to
uneafth.
Have you forgotten the cholera
scourge in Hamburg?" she asked in
the same calm, quiet manner, betray-
ing nothing of the tortures which were
perhaps inwardly racking her. "Those
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