Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-03


lare orphans, and he is like a father
to us. Bess has little fortune Of hel
Iown-L not a penny'-laughing, an6
spreading out her pink, empty palms
There are other points of difference
between US, too She is the most IA
nous woman on this part Of the Maine
coast: with a little sigh-"am q
nobody"
The elder girl had approached the
fire, also. The same orange glow which
revealed the dazzling loveliness Of Rose
shone on her fine olive profile and silky
black hair, coiled in heavy braids. She
had a singularly strong, bright, un-
Rose, Andre would have thought her
beauty extraordinary. She seemed
displeased at the frankness Of the
younger girl.
Rose, you forget that Mr.. Gautier
can have no possible interest in our
affairs" she said.
"Oh, but have!" cried Andre, eager
| ly- "a very deep INTEREST,""
Bess wrinkled her brows in a sudden
frown.
Mr.. Gautier, have you sailed far in
your yacht
"A few hundred miles"
Il think you came from another
state?"
YES" he confessed, reluctantly; "but
wish you would not remind me of
the fact, Miss Hillyer. I want to for
get my own personality tonight-my
own name, if I can!"-laughing little.
DO you remain long in our waters ?"
| LAS long as possible, you may be
sure!" with a merry CLEAN in his
knowing dark eyes.
Bess Hillyer pursued her investiga-
tions no further. For an hour the trio
sat by that driftwood fire, talking in
desultory fashion, and waiting for old
Caleb. The two girls amazed Andre
not little They spoke correctly-they
looked and behaved like ladies.
We'll" thought he, good common
schools abound, even in the wilds OF
Maine, and the American girl, where
ever one meets her, is truly wonder
full creature!"
Old Caleb did not appear. At the
end of the sixty fateful minutes Andre,
who still retained a remnant Of rea-
son, arose to go.
LAS 1 have missed seeing your uncle,
after ALL" he said, airily, perhaps you
will give me permission to come
Iagain?"
The sailor girl pretended not to hear,
but Rose answered:
"Oh, yes; come tomorrow. We ought
to thank you for helping US through a
tiresome evening""
He took her soft little hand.
1T is who must thank you for the
happiest hour of my whole life!" he
murmured.
The pink color mounted to her mig
nome face.
81 fear you say many things that you
do not mean," she pouted. More than
likely, you will never, never give us
another thought"
will L not? How cruel of you to
talk like that! 1 swear to think OF
you every moment till we meet again"
AS he went down the path to the cot
tage gate he looked back. and saw her
in the porch waving her hand in fare
WE'LL
Little sorceress!" he muttered. as he
lifted his hat.
She was still standing there as he
turned the last curve in the shore-he
could discern the f1utter Of her pretty
dress in the moonlight!
A curious adventure! How would 1t
end? Andre grew hot, then cold, with
the thoughts that rushed tumultuously
over him-with a sudden recollection
OF his own position. Could he return
to the yacht and his comrades, and
forget the folly of the night-forget
that girls witching little face.
No, no. He could not-he would not!
He was reckless now, and defiant of
consequences. He stopped, and gazed
fixedly at. Caleb Hillyers cottage. A
pallor, born, perhaps, Of presentiment,
overspread his handsome, boyish face.
"As God is my Witness" he said, 81
am lost"