Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-04-24

liness!"
That's a very good word-'business
Ia very good word indeed. You
should secure copyright on your
peculiar use of it. You came here to
try and save your pretty neck, and to
buy safety from me, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes" wearily, II suppose so;
and l brought money, lots of it. I sup
pose you've been gambling again. Is
that true?"
| No matter if it is. Here, let's drive
out on this road a little way; / don't
care to go into Boomville yet. No mat
ter if l have been gambling. l didn't
send for you for your money; don't
want your money; l don't need your
money; 1 won't touch"
| Indeed? Am l dreaming? I be-
gin to think you didn't send for me at
| all"
"Oh. yes. did. You have my let
ter, haven't you?"
| II had it."
| Haven't you ii now"
| No. I destroyed it,"
Did you? Much as you'd like to de-
stroy its author, l dare say. Is 1t not
so?"
Exactly as I'd like to destroy you,
she said, with cruel emphasis.
Il can imagine" he said, "just how
you tore the letter into little frag-
ments and scattered them far and near.
And yet, you know 1 love you, Lur-
line"
You lie."
Il do not lie. 1 love you. And you
believed it once"
"Oh, yes, 1 suppose 1 did; l was a
fool-once; 1 believed anything-once." :"
And l shall never forget that you
loved me. too; never-never-never."
Did 1? l sometimes doubt it."
But you said you did"
Did 1? That would prove nothing.
But l thought l did"
He put his arm around her waist
again.
"I.ulline, swear | love you. | will
not give you up; l will not give you
lup"
You did once, anxiously and .decid-
edly."
Il know it, Lurlne, and have cursed
myself for it ever since. l can never
forget that you had my name once,
that you were my wife once; can
you?"
God help me- no. l cannot forget
| it. Nor can l forget that you applied
for divorce from me, nor"
He took his arm away. Perhaps he
saw that tenderness was only madden
ing her.
Don't Lurline, don't" he pleaded
But 1 will speak," she shouted; Il
will: 1 will; I will 1 have not for
gotten that you heaped shame and
obloquy on my name, nor that you did
it for the sake of another woman. You
taught me to despise you, Samuel Ly-
man., and l learned the lesson we'll;
you taught me so mercilessly that 1
shall never forgive you. I thought then
that loved you. Now I know that l
never did"
"Ah! Perhaps you love some one
else?"
DO you think it possible. Did your
treachery not teach me too truly and
fully the wickedness of men to leave
that possible"
Perhaps so, but I doubt it. What
about John Kane?"
She looked Lyman Squarely in the
face She snapped her fingers con-
temptuously.
THAT for Rev John Kane" she said.
You don't love him."
Il don't"
will you swear it?"
Il will. l swear l don't love John
Kane"
Good Now swear he doesn't love
you"
He never told me he loved me-"
mo, l presume he never did. But
hasn't every look and action spoken
louder than words could? Isn't the
only reason he hasn't told you the fact
that you have given him no opportu-
nity?'
Perhaps so. I don't know. | don't
care. Now let us talk of something
else. I did not cross the Atlantic to
discuss my loves or my lovers with
you"
Miss Bannottie. I beg your pardon
you crossed the Atlantic to discuss any
topic which suited my pleasure, or
met with my approval. Do you under
stand?"
Il understand. What will you have
me say next"
He caught her wrist in both his
hands He lifted her hand high above
her head.
Swear you don't love Walter Aid
rich!" he cried.
She turned away her head. She
would motor could nOt-face him.
He could see the warm flush redden
her throat and her cheeks.
Il will swear no more" she said,
| brOkenly.
Because you don't dare swear to a
lie?" he asked, triumphant malice in
his tone rs that it?"
perhaps so. A woman might be
proud of the love of Walter Aldrich,
might she not? l suppose that even
such a man as you will admit that
Yes. if she could win it. l haven't
any knowledge Of anything which Wal
ter Aldrich ever did Of which he ought
to be ashamed. But you know as well
as l do that Walter Aldrich never
gave you a second thought
Il know it,"
You know he never cared for any
other woman than Elsie Barron. You
knoW that. do you nOt?"
You forget Constance Craig. Mr..