Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-01-10

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GEN. WILLIAM BOOTH.
welfare and mine at heart, 1 forgive
your dismal prophecies, Mrs. Otway,"
he said. lightly. But do not seek to
part us now-only death can do that"
Already the guests are departing.
cannot but think that some Of the la
dies seem Indifferent to longer visit
now that they have heard of Hawk
stones engagement. OF course, those
who go to Whithaven will carry the
news with them.
The yachts vanish in the blue dis
tance, the house grows still Miss
Rokewood and her guardian alone re-
main. The latter has had a relapse,
and Hawkstone will not permit him to
leave the Hall until he is stronger.
1t is all arranged-I am to be mar
ried In this little island church, one
month from date, and sail at once for
Europe. He will go back to Egypt
to a winter on the Nile. according to
his original plans, and I am to share
his wanderings in the land Of the lotus
I am to see Cairo and Thebes and
Luxor with him.
"All this seems very hasty," l tried
to say, when he had thus taken posses
sion Of my future; but he silenced me
with a passionate embrace.
why should we waltz" he cried.
You have no friends to consult
have none. Moreover delays are dan
gerous 1 dare not daily long with
Happiness have found her too fickle
too uncertain-I must seize and make
her my own at once!"
Why should I not bring little joy
into his life? Why should not help
him forget his past? There can be but
one supreme evil before me now-to
lose Basil Hawkstone, and one supreme
good-to share his future, whatever II
may be.
"Oh, let the solid ground
Not fail beneath my feet.
Before my life has found
What some have found so sweet
Then let come what come may,
What matter if 1 go mad,
1 shall have had my day.
The morning mail brought me two
letters. The first, from Vincent Hawk
stone. contained these words:
You are on the brink of precipice
Jetta. You must not, you shall not
marry Prince Lucifer! wish to Heav-
en- that had killed him that night In
the garden! If you persist in your
present folly you will bring destruction
upon yourself, as we'll as upon him
Be warned in time"
The second letter was from my poor
brother. and ran as follows:
II am in great peril, Jetta-1 need
your help. Tonight at sunset, meet
me at Peg Patton's Inlet House. l am
now fugitive from justice, so, in the
name of our dead father, come alone
to your unhappy Gabriel.
A fugitive from justice-terrible
words! My heart leaped into my
throat. A black cloud seemed to fall or
all my found happiness. l gave
Vincent's letter to Hawkstone, but
concealed Gabriel's in my handkerchief
and smiled when my lordly lover asked
me the cause of my sudden pallor
| After lunch Miss Rokewood went
over to the lighthouse, on an extreme
point of the island, and took Bee
with her in the pony cart. 1t is long
lonesome ride, and the roads are rough
charged her to be very careful OF
Bee.
you will make model stepmam-
ma. Miss Ravenel," she answered, gay
| ". Il pledge you my word that l VIII
return the child to you unharmed.
saw them go off together, Bee
shaking the lines over the fat backs OF
the ponies-Miss ROkewood's kind arm
thrown firmly around her, and a half-
dozen dogs barking at the wheels or the
cart. Some business matter had call
ed Hawkstone to Whithaven-he would
not return till dark. The Invalid, MT
Sutton, was a prisoner in his room. sc
found the coast quite clear, and llt-
tie before sunset l started alone tol
| Pegs Inlet.
| Somehow the walk across the dunes
had never seemed so lonely as on TINS
night The chill of autumn was IN the
air. How would Tempest Island look
wondered in a shroud of snow? All
before the falling of the white flakes
I should be far away with my lover II
a summer land.
| reached the beach where had once
before met Gabriel. and turned up the
forest path to the Inlet House. Dead
leaves rustled under my feet. Here anc
there a red tree stood up, like torch
in the gloom. ] heard
| THE water tapping on the crag.
And the long ripple washlng IN tne
| reeds"
In nervous haste I went on till
came in sight of the house. In the
doorway sat Peg Patton. with hel
brown hands clasped around her knees
and a cob pipe between her lips. She
arose as l approached.
rs any one waiting for me here, Peg
gy?" asked my heart beating fast.
Yes, miss" she answered, and mo-
toned me to enter. You will find th'
person inside
stepped across the threshold int
Pegs living room.
The light was fading fast, and a