Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-05-01

The pay for the use Of the team from
Saturday to Tuesday,
| "Oh? Is that it? l am sOrry-for
love to be original-tO have to admit
that you are not the first grasping and
distrustful man on whose whims a hur-
rying traveller has had to depend, and
not the first victim tn prove his
match! But-you will please remem-
ber that l drove my own team while
absent from Blankford. Good morn
ling"
! Il protest, madam, =
Good morning"
q"
Good morning" she said again, and
left the room.
Mr.. Prier went to New York. He
had planned to go on the same train
for Boomvile as that which Miss Ban
hottie really took at Blankford. Some
strangely trivial circumstance delayed
him at the last moment, and kept him
one train later just as trivial events
have been shaping the fates OF empires
and races, ever since we find even
shadowy legends to tell us Of them
| just as the issues of earthly peace
and happiness, yes. and the joy or the
wretchedness Of another existence
have hung on the slightest happenings
since "in the beginning"
Miss BannOttie reached New York,
in due time and without accident.
| Mr.. Prier arrived in New York one
train later
Miss Bannottie had planned to take
passage on the first steamer sailing.
She found that to be the Pond Lilly,
under charge of Captain Dennis. So
she waited another day, and took pas
sage in a vessel belonging to another
line. She took great pleasure, how
ever. in riding down to the wharf,
closely yelled, and in closed carriage,
and getting a sight Of the pale face
and nervous manner Of Captain Dennis.
Mr.. Prier came down to meet the
vessel he, had hired, with the assist
ance and advice Of Mr.. Patsy Gullens.
There was no delay for Mr. Prier.
His captain and crew were ready; and
Mr.. Gullens. looking perfectly sober,
perfectly happy, and much less aggres-
sive than formerly, was ready too.
| Supplies for long voyage were sent
on board. Then they moved down from
the city. to take the chances Of the
sea.
| The Pond Lily was almost ready to
start as they passed her. A closed car
riage was waiting, close at the waters
edge A veiled woman drew aside the
curtains at one Of the windows. She
was watching the activity on the deck
of the Pend Lily. And Captain Dennis
was utterly ignorant Of the near prox-
unity Of this woman for whom he had
risked 80 much of peace and honor
and on whose face he would never
look again. Lurline Bannottie watched
Captain Dennis, and smiled at her ad-
vantage over him.
! But she looked, with careless and
iunobservant eyes, at the vessel under
iPrieTs control which passed them by
She read the name on the vessels side,
and said it over to herself in careless
admiration Of the name. Perhaps she
would have felt differently about the
matter had she known who was on the
deck: she might have been agitated, or
even alarmed. could she have listened
to his words: Il have studied naviga-
tion once, before l became detective,
and I'll find Jasper Jahnway if he's on
the sea. And I'll make him tell me the
truth, and the whole truth she might
have trenbled at his muttered threat
I'll be blamed if l don't hang some
body" But she did not know, she did
not guess. She only repeated. and did
not know she did it, the pretty name
of Prier'a hope: "The Oceans Own
To be Continued.