Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-03
assumed an ugly clay color. Into his

angry eyes leapeQ wicked llSnt.
"The man you marry, Miss Rose.
he said, slowly, whether he catche
fish or not, had better keep out o
reach of my hand. I'll murder him a!
sure as you and stand on this rock!"
1t was the same threat which th'
fellow had made at Berry's grocery OF
the preceding night. 1t fell from hi!
hot dry lips as though it was the ut
terance Of q familiar and all-powerfu
thought.
Roses high spirit famed in her eyes
you have said enough!" she cried
!!"You have made great, great idiot o.
yourself! Never speak to me again 81
long as you live!" And she clutchet
the battered glass, and walked away
like an outraged princess.
He did not follow. She knew he
dared not. Wrathful tears filled hel
eyes-diminished her vision so COM
pletely that in the first turn of the patti
she fell almost into the arms Of a mar
who, unperceived, was hurrying toward
her from an opposite direction.
"Halloo!" he cried, supporting The
charming little figure with great
promptness. Miss Rose! Now this
is luck! I was just wondering II
should find you this morning. dream
ed of you all night, you know. Yes
pon my soul! Why, why! what is this
You are crying!"
There he stood, in all his insolent
young strength-handsome as an Adon-
is, a great light in his eyes, the breath
held on his lips-her hero Of the previ-
Gus night-her Prince Charming! I'm
der his questioning gaze the red blood
beat into her cheek, and then retreated
leaving her white as pearl.
1T isis nothing!" she faltered, try
ing to avoid his look. He put his hand
under her chin, and lifted her face.
Don't evade me like that" he plead
ed. you promised last night that we
should be friends. You must keep
your word Somebody has annoyed
perhaps frightened you. Is it not So?
The tears were slipping off her long
lashes. Her rosebud mouth had put on
a grieved look.
"Yes," she faltered; "a man-a"-
"Lover?" cried Andre.
HE calls himself that. He asked me
to marry him, and, of course, 1 said
No. And then he threatened"-
"You?"
sigh. HE said If marry any other
man he would murder him."
1.-THE brute! Don't let such bravado
affect you for a moment. The other
man will have something to say about
the matter. Mark my words, he will
not consent to be finished off in that
way! Who is this bloodthirsty suitor
of yours?"
His name is Dave Grant"
To her surprise Andre burst into a
gay laugh.
mop" he cried, with a world of mis-
chief in his ardent eyes. why, then
it's the very fellow whom I met last
night and knocked DOWN. wish now
that l had hit him a tri1e harder!
Never mind" biting his lip, for the
words had slipped out unawares-'1 did
not mean to tell you that. However
he must be a cowardly rascal to bully
a girl. He richly deserves the fate
you have meted out to him-a worse
thing, you know, I cannot say. Why
what madness for a common fellow
like that to lift his eyes to such Great
ure! He ought to be f1ayed alive for
his insolence."
He stopped, and gazed down into her
face, as though intoxicated with its
marvellous fairness. The breath Of the
sea was blowing the rings Of hair all
about her throat and forehead. Her
eyes. still wet, and full of velvety soft
ness, met his own shyly, wistfully, and
carried away the last remnant Of his
self possession. Prudence and honor
were forgotten in a moment.
Beauty like yours, Rose, must not
be wasted on Cape Desolation," he muir
INJURED, with something like a groan.
"Oh, you enchantress! why have re-
turned to you this morning 1t was
not we'll for me to come" with a sud-
den accession of gloom. Il tried hard
to keep away, but no man can struggle
long against Fate. I yielded to your
SPELL am reckless Of consequences!
Rose, I ask you to love me a little"
He gathered her beautiful body into
his embrace. His handsome young face
was like ashes. He bent over her till
his quivering lips touched her own.
Rose, Rose, I have made but poor
fight against your witcheries! I am
like a man robbed Of all defensive
weapons. To surrender at our second
meeting, and without shadow Of re-
sistance-yes, it Is a shameful weak
ness! Yet I would not have it other
wise. I glory, great Heaven! in my
own dishonor-I mean, my own power
lessness. Something tells me that
must pay dearly for this madness, darl-
ing; but am ready. love you wild
ly, desperately. I beg-I entreat you
to love me in return!"
To be Continued