Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-08-14

/ "Oh, how nice Of you to come 81
soon!" she cried. Il was wondering /
you would forget me in single night
His steel-gray eyes grew warm ant
bright
mot in a single night, nor in a life
time" he answered, playfully. Il dar
say you are homesick already for tn,
sea-you wish me to carry you bacl
this morning to the cliffs and fogs o
Maine?"
She shuddered.
"Oh, no, no! never want to SCI
that part Of the world again. neve
want to hear it mentioned, even!
have swept my past behind me, like
like rubbish" smiling through quicl
tears. Mrs. Ellicott wishes me to for.
get it. Are you going back to the is.
land soon?"
mo. l have just wired a message tc
Terry bidding him not look for my re.
turn at present"
She clapped her pretty hands.
"Oh, 1 am glad Of that! shall see
you often here, shall not? You have
been so good to mel Besides, you were
the first friend that 1 found-I know
Mrs. Ellcott will allow me to give you
the first place, henceforth, in my re-
CARDS"
Mrs. Ellicott smiled.
What a child it is!" she said, in
diligently Il wonder if 1 shall ever be
able to make woman of her, Paget"
Yes" replied Paget Fassel, in low
tone. "and one that will work mischief
enough by and BY"
During the few days that intervened
betwixt her arrival at the Beacon street
house and her departure for school
Mignon managed to subjugate all
hearts but Susan Taylor's.
She might do and say ill-bred things
foolish and absurd things. but from
the highest to the lowest-Mrs. ELI
colts old waiting woman alone except
ed-every member of the household ex-
cused the girl with the same words,
She is only a child" Paget Fassel,
even more than others, dwelt constant
ly on this. fact. In spite Of Storm Is
land, and his unfinished book, he re-
manned contentedly at Windmere till
the day when the so-called Elizabeth
Hillyer went away to the finishing
school which Mrs. Ellicott had selected
to receive her.
II hope the teachers will make me
like your sister," she whispered to him
at parting. II want to be like Edith so
much. You call her Queenie and the
name suits her WE'LL"
He smiled.
You will never be like Edith" he re-
piled. you are a being of another
stamp, Mignon. But remember the
queenly woman, with fine, cold man
ners, is not always the most admired,
or the best beloved"
1t was a rainy, dubious morning, and
in the silent, gloomy parlor Of the
school. the Fassels and Mrs. Ellicott
Edith and the grande dame embraced
her tenderly. She turned from the two
to Paget Fassel, and leaning her gol-
den head against his arm, pathetically
begged him to forgive all the trouble
she had made him.
"Trouble!" he echoed, with vehem-
ence. my dear little girl! what can
you mean?"
Think Of the days that you have
been kept from Storm Island and your
books-all because Of me-"
THAT is Of no consequence what
ever!"
You are so kind! will try to learn
everything-I will be good. Mean
while" gazing at him with soft, doubt
full eyes, you will be-Where? Explor-
ing strange countrles-far away on the
other side of the world, perhaps"
wherever 1 go, Mignon, I will re-
turn in time to witness your debut in
society-your first plunge in the whirl-
pool"
"Oh, will you?" she cried, in glad,
gleeful way.
II promise faithfully"
Her lovely face was wet with tears.
"T shall remember shall look for
you-wait for you-I know you will
not disappoint me?"
A dark glow burned in his cheek
His eyes gazed into hers, turbulent
with sudden great passion. Paget
Fassers hour, though long delayed, had
come at last. and Mignon, with the
quick instinct of her sex, shrank and
grew pale. He loved her-this cultur-
ed elegant man-her superior in ev-
erything Ever since the morning al
Storm Island events had been leading
straight up to this crisis He loved
her! His eyes, speaking for him, thrill
ed her like strong wine. She was des-
perately frightened, and at the same
time a mad delight throbbed in every
nerve of her being.
Good bye" she sobbed, softly, and
the room seemed reeling around her.
Good by" he answered, with his lips
almost upon her golden hair my biro
of the sea. good -bye-for little while!
You will not forget me, and God knows
| cannot forget you. In one short yeal
we shall meet again. and them
1t was we'll for both, perhaps, that he
| left his sentence unfinished.
CHAPTER XXI.
Hume.
The last day of the year had dice