Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-11-06


glance. The black coachman touched
his horses, and Mac Vaunce was lef
on the crowded pavement watching the
carriage rolling rapidly away.
CHAPTER II.
MY love, you must hurry; your
father is really savage"
Aunt Dilloway turned up the gas
till the dressing-room was flooded
with light. and looked helplessly at
Miss Guenther and her maid, Marie
What Is the matter, Ethel?"
"I have lost my pearl bracelet. Aunt
Dilloway. the one papa gave me al
Christmas That other box Marie"
why. my dear" cried Aunt Dillo-
way.
Isn't it wicked? I can never keep
a bracelet"
The toilet table was covered with
the contents of a dozen rummaged
boxes. Mistress and maid looked
hopeless. Aunt Dilloway, who had a
prejudice against foreigners, and
French women in particular, eyed
Marie suspiciously.
my dear, here is a bouquet Mac
Vaunce left for you" she said at last
to Miss Guenther; you must take 1t,
to please your father; he's in dread
full way tonight"
Japonicas, tea roses, English vio-
lets and ivy, sweet as If all the life
of tropic summers heart had drip
ped into them; it was an exquisite Of
fering. Ethel laid 1t carelessly down.
MY opera cape, Marie"
Marie flung it over the lovely
shoulders-over the sheeny satin
dress. One parting look into the mir
ror at the radiant figure, the young
head crowned with its lustrous hair,
and the young face, hazel-eyed and
scarlet-lipped.
There! l believe / am ready" she
said.
Mac Vaunce's flowers were left to
wither on the toilet table: Miss Guen-
ther went down.
A door was standing open at the
foot Of the staircase, and inside, with
quick, impatient steps, paced a gen.
tleman in an Indian silk dressing
gown, with iron-gray hair, and q
strong face. gray-eyed, thin Tipped.
Mr.. Guenther turned at the rustic of
her dress.
"At last, papa" she laughed. MAX
ing a gay gesture; "how are you go
ing to pass this dreary evening all
alone?"
Somehow, l dare say"
His eyes bent gloomily down to the
carpet. She went to his side and laid
her lovely arm across his neck.
Look at me-" said Ethel saucily.
He took her pearly face between
his two hands and kissed her fore
head, still keeping his eyes away.
Then he sat down in his easy
chair and drew his hand nervously
across his brow.
Where are Mr.. Vaunce's flowers,
Ethel?"
II gave them to Marie" boldly.
He wheeled around, with pale,
bitter face.
You hate him, don't you?"
She drew back step, and stood up
tall and regal before him.
II do not love him." she said.
Id iY,orN q q =
ly; II would rather you would go;
you will be late"
But papa"
He stepped back, looking over his
shoulder half fearfully.
Ethel, if anything should happen
mind! l don't say it will, but If II
should-pshaw! what a fool l am
there. goodnight.
He shut the door behind her Aunt
Dilloway was waiting in the hall; they
went out to the carriage.
Just as it was turning from the
door a figure passed them in the full
light of the street lamp and ascendeo
the steps, watching them with back
ward glance. 1t was Mack Naunce
Ethel sank into a corner, as if to es-
cape the light, and shivered
What can possess him to call al
this time?" cried Aunt Dilloway; mo
soul there but your poor papa
Dear Aunt Dilloway would have
opened her eyes very wide had she
known it was this last circumstance
that provoked the call.
What a gala night that was! Mrs
Oleander's gilded salons were crowd
ed to overlooking; in fact, they al
ways were on such occasions. The
amiable lady was much given to pa
troniZing the arts; and the lions of the
day. and the elite. agreeing that hel
boned turkey and champagne were
above reproach, aired their point-lace
and broadcloth quite freely in her Sa'
Ions. Aunt Dilloway was wall
flower, but Mrs Oleander knew the
value of such bellies as Ethel Guen
ther and she greeted her rapturously
MY dear, you are charming. an
delighted. They are just forming
Quadrille.
Il do not care to dance" said Ethel
Not dance? Oh. it is impossible
My dear Halstead-"
A gentleman standing by the VIII
dow close at hand, the centre or al
animated group, turned at tap IRON
her fan.
"AllOw me To present you I" MIS-
Guenther-I believe you have never
met before" and aside TO Miss Guen
ther. "a wonderful genius! That love
~ picture in the Art Gallery IS MS
has studied in Rome, YOU know.
Neither said whether they mac
ever met before or not. Miss Guen
ther felt his hand close firmly arouh'
her own.
II began to think you would n"
come" he said.
Then he had been waiting FOR her
She opened her little Silvery fam del
icate as a butterhy's wing, and nut
tered it languidly.
"you we're very kind to think