Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-05-15
PART FOURTH.
FROM A TRUTH TO THE clEW-
FnuM A CLEW TO THE TRUTH.
CHAPTER XXVII.

Miss Bannottie's Photograph.
His name was Gilbert Senn." he
said.
Miss Bannottie's foot struck some
thing just then, or seemed to, and she
stumbled. She leaned heavily on the
arm of the man who had saved her life
very heavily. Perhaps 1t was as
we'll that she had almost fallen-or had
seemed to-for she could scarcely have
faced the man just then.
She was glad they were almost al
the end of their walk. II was relief
to see the walls Of the hotel she callet
home, temporarily. just before her.
Here we are" she said, stopping
at the door.
Indeed? Do you live here?"
"Oh. no: 1 am only here for few
days"
May I ask where your home is?
She had gone up step or two to-
ward the private entrance which LED
to her rooms, and stood there, in the
semi-darkness, which was scarcely half
dispelled by the fickering lamp over
the doorway. looking down upon him.
She was strongly impelled to lie to
him. as she had lied to Captain Dennis
but somehow she could not find words
in which to repeat that wretched story.
She had Denver" at her tongues end
Colorado" on her very lips; but some
thing held them back, and put the truth
in their places. 1t did not promise
much for this gentleman's peace in the
future that il was So But so it was.
This man, like all the rest of mankind
NAV leave Lead us not into tempta-
ton" unsaid-at his peril. This man,
like all other men, must go his way
wherever his free will leads him. and
must take his chances.
The woman came down a step or
two toward him. She bent a little
nearer to him. Her voice was low, al
most confidential, and there was just
a little quaver of passion in it which
made his heart beat faster than II hao
for many long years.
II am living in Naples now" she
told him. Though l call it that, my
home is in the United States-in
Maine"
Indeed? How strange. My home
is in Maine also"
rs it?" with a little catch in her
voice which meant surprise, and per-
haps more-say terror, if more" is too
indefinite. rs it? Who are you?
Where do you live?"
MY name is Jasper Jahnway."
"Oh, thank you. l believe l never
heard the name before"
And l live at place called Jahn-
way Park"
DO you? l think l have just heard
that place mentioned. l have little
idea where it is located, however. L
have a friend who used to know some
Of the servants there. He used to
visit a man called Philip
Yes? And now" said Mr.. Jahnway,
"win YOU please tell me your name?
May / know what to call the one
have had the pleasure of serving?'
MY name is Bannottie-Lurline
Bannottie," was the reply.
He looked up at her. admiration
shining in his eyes. One could but
doubt whether he was thinking of her
name-a name he had never heard be-
fore-or of her face, as he next spoke.
1T is beautiful, very beautiful" was
what he said.
She smiled.
DO YOU think so?" she asked.
Il do. By-the-way l am going to
Naples within a day or twO"-the fact
was that the idea of doing so had not
occurred to him until within less than
five minutes; may have the pleasure
uf calling upon you there"
Certainly" she replied. and gave
him her address and the location of her
residence there. and still the truth.
And now" she said, after a pause
Of moment or two, Il must go in. l
shall sit in my private parlor, away
from any friend or acquaintance. and
think over what has happened to me.
Ii will be very lonely, and
And something Of bore?"
Yes. decidedly"
It's so much pleaSanter to talk than
It. think: don't you think it is?'
Certainly But l cannot let any
more Of this London fog have its wick
ed way with my throat and lungs So,
unless you will come in"
Thank you: l WILL" said Mr.. Jas
per Jahnway.
And they went in together.
Miss Bannottie proved even more
charming within doors than she had
outside. She played for Mr.. Jahn-
way She sang for him. She showed
him a few sketches she had drawn,
and two or three bits of painting she
had done in the intervals of time be-
tween the periods of business which
had occupied nearly all her stay in
London.
Il can never be idle" she said. sim
ply. and so when can get away from
my lawyers and bankers. and get the
details of business brushed out of my
brain. | sketch or paint or write
You write" he inquired.
Yes"
And then she read some little bits
Of poetry which had come from her
pen-poems which fell short OF the
lofty dignity of genius at all times
and which in some cases descended
fearfuly near to the common place;
poems which were untouched with the
divine fire of heaven kindled inspira-
ton. and which were of the earth,
earthly. and doomed to find oblivion in
stead Of immortality; but poems which
sounded well. very well indeed, as they
fell. in strong words and well-rounded
sentences. from the beautiful lips
of this regal woman. upon the ears
Of this new acquaintance Of hers, VINO
sat so pleasantly and dangerously near
her while the London fog shut closer
and darker against the windows, and
seemed to wall them in from the world
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