Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-21
with a sigh-"and the place is horribly

| lonely"
Thank you," said Hume, holding th
soft. nesting hand a moment longe
than was absolutely necessary.
LAS you all came bursting in upol
me just now, what do you think wa!
doing here before the fire." she asked
Waiting for the fairy godmother
like another Cinderella"
Wrong. was wishing myself ston'
dead"
| "No!"
"Oh, 1 often do it-every day, il
fact"
But consider" said Hume, ut II
very unpleasant to be dead"
Her charming face put on a pathetic
look
rs it? Are you quite sure? Some
of US find life unpleasant, too"
Bess, the handsome brunette, beck
oned to her cousin.
Andy is still out on the porch,
Hume heard her say in a low tone
land he has one of his bad spells to-
night. Will you not go, dear, and cal
him in?"
NO" replied Rose, frowning, ant
shaking her curly head.
"Then must" sadly.
Pray, let me CO." said Harold, who
was always on the watch to serve his
goddess.
You can do nothing with him." re-
piled Bess Hillyer: "he pays no heed
to strangers"
She vanished through the door The
two men moved to follow her.
Promise, Mr.. Harold, that you viii
bring your friend again." said Rose
with a smile in her soft eyes, "and lei
me atone for my unkindness."
Certainly" cried Jack; "ot course
he must watch the progress of his hap
less victim toward recovery: remorse
will be the spirit in his feet forcing
him to this house at all hours. AS fol
me, since Mr.. Hume has become sc
dangerous, must, in common decency
constitute myself his close attendant
The two friends stepped out into the
porch A stiff breeze was now spring
ing up, shattering the fog, Beyond the
fish flakes and the boats the sea
emerged, dark and turbulent, from the
veil of vapor. Westward, a dull, cop
perry afterglow palpitated low down ir
the sky.
On the step the. strange net mendel
was still crouching. with Bess bending
above him, talking softly. pleadingly.
In the name of all that's curious
what creature is that?" whispered
Hume.
1.-The case which l mentioned in my
letter." Harold replied, in a low voice.
"Ah! Does he belong to the Hillyel
household?"
"Well-yes," was the reply. His
name is Andy Gaff."
What, may l ask makes Andy Gaf1
so uncommonly queer?"
That's the very thing I would be
glad to know myself" answered Har-
old, in an aggrieved tone. 1T seems
simply impossible, Hume, to discover
any facts relating to him. The Hillyers
preserve a strict silence on the sub
ject, and l have not found single
person on Cape Desolation, not ever
the Widow Pole, who could be induced
by love or money, to tell me anything
about the poor wretch. Over at Ber-
rvs grocery the old fishermen will talk
from morning till night Of everything
upon the earth, or in the waters under
the earth, but once name Andy Gafi
to them, and they are all struck sud-
denly dumb. One thing l do know
however: Miss Hillyer-Bess-is the
mans guardian angel, devoted to him
-watchful always for his safety ano
comfort. I fancy that life would &C
hard with him at the cottage but fol
hei."
He is probably demented," said
Hume. why did you call the case ter
rible?"
They were making their way past ar
old fishhouse that stood up like gray
ghost in the dusk. its weather-beater
clapboards flecked with yellow lichen
Harold's face grew preternaturall!
grave.
Because Of the relations which the
poor wretch sustains to Look here
Hume: you saw the little girl Rose to-
night?" jerking one hand in the direc'
ton of the cottage "She's born beau,
ty, eh?"
well, rather"
"And not a day past eighteen-poo1
child! In the excitement Of our en-
trance into the cottage. you were no
properly introduced to Rose. How i
came about God only knows l haven
vet been able to clear up the mystery
but that young beauty is Andy Cars
wife-tied to him forever, like life tC
death. The man is not lunatic. Hume
but something even worse-a mumbline
IDIOT"
To he Continued.