Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-02-28

NO.
mo You see I have not found II
possible to believe in all that your cler-
gymen accept"
"No?"
NO. 1 believe fully in one thing
though"
And that is"
The detective turned sharply toward
the waiting group. He tossed his cigar
away with a sullen movement.
Eternal punishment" he said.
| At which Miss Lurline Bannottie, the
long time friend and companion OF the
newly welded Mrs. Gilbert Sem, TOOK
lit upon herself to weep once more.
And just then the carriages drove
up again through the binding Storm
Gilbert Sem gravely assisted his
bride to place in one Of the carriages
Hesitating a moment before taking his
place beside her. Miss Bannottie push
ed herself by him into the carriage,
and the newly made husband found
himself shut in with two women as
the driver touched his horses with the
whip and drove rapidly away.
Donald Barron and the detective fol-
lowed in the other carriage, while Rev.
John Kane faced the storm on foot.
The first carriage covered the dis
tance between the church and Donald
Barron's residence in much less time
than the other did. Miss Bannottle was
out first, out almost before the car
riage had stopped, and running up the
steps. she entered the house without a
word.
| Gilbert Sem helped his wife from the
carriage. He walked up the steps with
her.
Go in," he said, sternly "and try to
be happy. So far as you and your
home are concerned, your life is to be
as though l had never been. While
you live here I shall simply be the man
outside!"
Il do not understand" she be-
gan.
He made a gesture Of impatience.
Don't" he said; ."let us not waste
words. / hope I may never look upon
your face or hear your voice again"
THANK you," she murmured. holding
out her hand.
He affected not to see it. He opened
the outside door. He pushed her gent
ly into the hall. He drew the door shut
and ran down the steps to meet Barron
and Prier, who were just alighting from
their carriage.
Now. gentlemen" he said. Il am
ready to get the money"
The three men went together, buffet
ed by the wind, stung by the sleet and
cold, and thoroughly powdered with
snow. They passed in at gate, at no
very great distance from the house,
leading to the grounds Of Barron's res
idence. They walked back, away from
the street. away from and out Of sight
Of the house, until Sem stopped in the
midst of small clump Of trees.
There" he cried, pointing toward a
place where it was evident, despite the
already deep snow, that the ground had
recently been disturbed, there is where
I buried the stuff at first"
Rather a cool proceeding to bury a
mans money on his own premises,
wasn't it ?" asked the detective.
Perhaps so," said Sem, with rath-
er unsatisfactory attempt at a laugh;
but 1 dare say I've impressed you as
being rather given to cool proceedings,
haven't II"
Yes, you have" replied Prier.
Sem then retraced his steps. He led
his two companions back toward the
street, back into plain view Of the house,
back to the gate. He stopped down
near the gatepost, turned a stone from
the place where it had lain, and took
the tin box from it's place beneath the
stone.
ANY one might have found that
there" said Prier.
Exactly; and consequently no one
would look there" retorted Sem.
Mr.. Barron took the box. The three
men went together to the bank. Sem
took his key to the outside door from
his pocket he handed it to Mr.. Barron.
please keep it until tomorrow he
said: keep it until I am your part
ner."
Mr.. Barron opened the door with
Senn's key. They all went in.
Please count the money and see that
it is all right" requested Sem.
Mr.. Barron opened the tin box. Sew
eral minutes of silence ensued. After
that:
1T is all correct" he said.
And now" said Sem. "will you
carefully lock it up in your safe. first
changing the combination by which it
can be opened, and not letting any one
except your daughter know how to get
in until tomorrow"
Mr. Barron attended to the safe while
Sem and Prier smoked, the former
thoughtfully and medtatively, the lat
ter watchfully and doubtfully.
Il am done" said Mr. Barron, at last,
closing the door Of his safe with a
clang, "and l suppose there is nothing
more that we can do tonight"
Nothing, 1 think" said Sem, rising
and going over to the window. 1.-THE
storm is almost over. 1t will be a bet
ter day tomorrow"
"A better day-a better day" said
Prier to himself, the grim smile in it's
place upon his face again, and his hand
busy with the mysterious parcel which
has claimed so much of his attention
since we have had the honor OF his ac-
uuaintance. I'VE shall see what sort of
day it will be; we shall see. I'll
be"
| And he ceased muttering, and gave
himself up to his thoughts again.
"A better day" moaned Donald Bar
ron; "a better day! God grant l may
never know the misery Of worse one!"
He moved across the room, stood close
BY the side of Gilbert Sem, and laid