Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-01-03
CHAPTER XIX.
Dishonored.


Dishonored.
Deadly dull day! Nobody on the
|avenues-life at a standstill! Hope to
Heaven old Hypo won't persist in
burying his household much longer at
Newport For my part, find the place
detestable."
Doris Rokewood opened a pair Of
fearless blue eyes.
Newport estable?-Newport dull?
What has come over you, Gabriel, that
you can say such things? You have a
diseased mind, am sure, that ought
to be administered unto, and at once
She was what is called a fine girl
tall, fair with plenty of firm muscles
and healthy white flesh. She had shot
game in the Adirondacks, she could
fence and ride and row; she loved
yachting and lawn tennis, and her es-
pecial pets were dogs and horses, and
an ugly monkey full of mischievous
tricks. An heiress, too, was Miss
Rokewood, adored by her guardian,
feared by some young men, admired
by others, and betrothed to George
Sutton's handsome secretary and heir
presumptive, Gabriel Ravenel.
The two were standing in the draw
ing room Of Sutton's Newport house
called a cottage, but, in point of fact,
palace. Outside, the rain fell vehe-
mently. Bellevue and Ocean avenues
were deserted. The wilderness Of cost
ly plants on the deep piazza glistened
with wet. Gabriel Ravenel, with a
vexed and depressed countenance, star
ed out into the gloomy day without
seeing it.
"One would suppose" said Miss
Rokewood, as she toyed with some
creamwhite lilies in red porcelain
vase, that you would find any place or
any day delightful Gabriel, so long as
we two were together!"
He bit his lip.
"Of course" he muttered; "oh, GER
tainly!"
A noise at the door-it opened, and
in pranced Miss Rokewood's pet mon
key, Juno, who knew the trick OF turn
ing knobs without human aid. The
creature was one of the ugliest Of it's
kind, tricked out in a little cap and
jacket of scarlet silk, and short skirt
of spangled gauze. 1t saluted Ravenel
and it's mistress with ludicrous grav-
ity, cut a pirouette, and bowed again
to Gabriel-kept on bowling and bow
ing, in fact, with satirical Difference.
How can you tolerate that wretched
little beast, Doris?" cried Ravenel, In
disgusted tone: land why, in Heavens
name, do you bedizen it in that abom-
Unable manner"
"Is it possible that you do not like
Junos costume" answered Doris
Rokewood, innocently. 81 fancied you
would find it to your taste. I am fond
of Juno because she was sent to me
from Cairo by particular friend Of
guardy's-a Mr.. Hawkstone. who has
been a great wanderer and who owns
some island not far from the coast.
Why, how you glare at me! You know
Mr.. Hawkstone, perhaps?'
Not any," answered Ravenel, saw
agely. Il. have heard Of him, how
ever"
"Of course! how stupid Of me! Your
sister is living at Tempest Island; you
go there often of late"
He colored to his eyes.
"The girl of the period has strange
tastes" he sneered "One can overlook
your dogs and horses, Doris, but this
African simian is too much for ordi-
nary forbearance."
In bantering tone she answered:
IF you loved me, Gabriel, you would
not quarrel with my tastes"
Does that follow?" he said, captious-
ly. BAH turn the vile caricature out
Doris? l call this an execrable jest
quite unworthy Of a lady. You had
some particular person in mind when
you put that toggery on the beast
Whom could 1 have had in mind?'
asked Miss Rokewood, calmly caressing
the monkey. You are growing inco-
herent, are you not? Poor Juno! 1 am
sure your hard names have lacerated
her feelings, and she is so amiable, so
intelligent, too"
Her manner changed suddenly-she
turned and swept straight up to her
lover. Her height was nearly equal TO
his own, and she looked like a daugh-
ter of the old sea kings, with her res
olute blue eyes, and crown of fiax-col-
ored hair.
Gabriel, 1 feel sure that you have
something to say to me-"
Her engagement was month Old.
The time had not been happy or salts
factory. From the first something in
tangible had stood, a separating force,
betwiXt herself and her lover. Ravenel
gave a guilty start, then he braced
himself for the crisis.
Give me back my freedom. Doris!'
he said.
She grew pale, but answered. stead
| lily:
You love another woman?"
Yes. 1t was all "a mistake from
the frst-our engagement. 1 mean
She drew his ring from her finger,
and put it in his hand.
You are free, Gabriel"
An old mixture of relief and appre-
| hensiOn appeared in his face.
God knows l would have remained
true to you, if could, Doris, but
She interrupted, with cold dignity:
'It is not necessary to enter into ex-
plantations. You never cared for me in