Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-17

Sometimes he found her presiding at
the tea equipage in the Ellicott draw
ing room. Sometimes, in gray twi-
lights, when the east wind was blowing
sharp as a knife from the harbor, she
sat under se-colored lights, and
played nocturnes or soft sonatas with
the skill of one who had learned her
art from famous masters. She had
very little to say at any time to the
shabby medical student, and Hume
did not wonder at that. How could
she tolerate him at all? How could
she bear to enter the Ellicott house, or
even hear the name spoken?
Sometimes he saw her on the crowd
ed streets, riding in victoria with
green liveries; and one day certain
Jack Harold, his friend and fellow stu
dent, said to him:
In Heavens name, Hume, why do
you always change countenance at sight
Of that particular carriage? I chased
it two whole blocks one morning, just
to discover what 1t held that upset you
so.''
II hope your laudable curiosity was
rewarded"
well, 1 saw two women inside the
vehicle-one young, one old-and some
fluffy lapdogs. All belonged, without
doubt, to the four hundred. The
younger female was a genuine Boston
exotic, white as snow, cold as Arctic
ice-looked as though s could dis
cuss bacilli, Browning or beans with a
room full Of savants."
Hume frowned.
What nonsense you talk, Jack!
That is the girl whom Lepel Ellicott
deserted on her marriage night. The
sight Of her throws me into a cold
sweat. 1 long to hide in dens and
caves-to fly
Anywhere. anywhere, out of the
world!
She is sort of relic Of Lepel; and l,
figuratively speaking, am attempting
to put on Lepers shoes. Perhaps these
facts account for the peculiar sensa-
tions which 1 experience in her pres
ence. At any rate, would rather face
a loaded cannon than Miss Fassel."
Harold, a small, fair young man in
spectacles, looked hard at his friend.
by Jove!" he said, and drew low
whistle
Spring came.
The lively crocus peeped from the
brown mold under the plate-glass Win
dows of the Ellicott house. The huge
vines, curling about the little iron bal
comics Of the mansion, put forth count
less leaves. Across the mall the grass
was like emerald velvet, and the old,
historic trees spread full, outrageous
branches to the June sky.
One afternoon Hume started out for
a solitary walk in the suburbs. Inces-
SAINT study and meagre fare were tell
ing on the young fellows strength. He
looked haggard and careworn. Jack
Harold, who was just recovering from
q sharp attack of typhoid, had gone
away to recuperate in some remote
Maine fishing town. In the absence or
his friend, Hume tramped off alone,
weary in body and somewhat dull in
spirit.
He was a good pedestrian, and the
afternoon was his own. The broad
avenue along which he plodded was
smooth as a floor, dappled with soft
shadows, and bordered on either side
with superb villas and gardens. A
cool, sweet wind, full Of reviving pow
er, blew from him the sickening scents
of the hospital. His thoughts were
occupied with terrible surgical oper-
alton which he had witnessed that day.
1T was superbly DONE" he muttered
half aloud. "Old Bellamy surpassed
surgeon, Of whom the students stood
in wholesome awe. "Pity that Harold
should have missed the sight! I must
write to him about it,"
In sudden remembrance, he clapped
hand to his breast pocket, and drew
forth letter received several hours
before, but quite forgotten in the i'm
portant event Of the day.
1t was Harolds latest effort, and ran
as follows: Already 1 have gained
amazingly in flesh and strength, my
dear Hume. Old Bellamy knew what
he was about when he advised me to
try the air of Cape Desolation. The
finny tribe disport in all the neighbor-
ing waters, and birds abound on the
rocks. l remember that you have no
tendre for the sex; but l will mention
that the cape girl is renowned for her
good looks. l have established a close
friendship with a certain old fisher
man named Hillyer, who owns jig
ger and lives at a secluded cove, called
after his own family. He is the uncle
Of two blazing beauties, both still in
their teens. l give yov ny word, that
pair of young creatures would create a
sensation in any Boston drawing room.
The elder known as the sailor girl, be-
cause of some wonderful exploits of
ners on blue water, is a Juno, with
velvet black eyes and profile cut like
an old cameo. The other But l for
bear! That way lies madness
diablerie. One must neither think nor
talk about the other.
Come down here for week or two
my dear Hume, and hear the noise of
the surf, and the scream of sea fowl
on Cape DesolatiOn. My landlady
worthy soul, bakes toothsome coddies
and airs her sheets with religious care
OF course, you will say no, and plead
the old excuse-an empty purse-your
usual inability to raise the wind. But
consider: you are tagged out-done up
You have studied harder than any OF
us-burned the midnight oil with whit:
l may call ghastly freedom. A few
days rest will put you on your legs
again. Ask the rich aunt for a check
pawn your watch, turn footpad-dC
Ianything, lawful or otherwise, but come
tefore my own leave Of absence dwin-
dies to a close.
"Ry the waV Hume | have stumbled