Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-02-04
There is something wrong with my

good as to put on the child's outer gar
ments, Mrs. Hatton, and we will trou-
BILE you no longer"
She called Celende, and Bee was
dressed for the street.
II wonder, will she remember this
three days visit with her mamma" ?"
smiled Vera, maliciously Farewell,
Basil Hawkstone, 1 must make ready
for to morrow's voyage. If 1 thought
there was a fresh torment that could
devise for you, would not go; but the
crowning blow has been given-1 could
, do nothing worse, If pursued you for
century-so, farewell forever!"
"Oh, papa! come-come quickly"
urged little Bee.
In an indistinct way he saw her
standing there in that low, musty room,
here rich draperies trailing, the light
of the oil-lamps falling on her yellow
hair and fair, mocking face-thus he
remembered her long after. Then the
cottage door closed-on this side OF
the grave he would see her no more.
He was walking down the tagged
path under the funereal evergreens to
the wooden gate. with Bees faithful
little hand locked in his own.
AS they gained the moonlit street, the
child began:
81 was thrown out Of the pony car
riage with Miss Rokewood, papa, and
man picked me up and carried me
in his arms through the woods, and we
came to boat where the lady In the
white dress was waiting, and they made
me go with them to Whithaven. l
cried, and the lady boxed my ears. and
stamped her foot at me, and oh, L
wanted Miss Ravenel- wanted you-l
thought you would never come"
Poor child, we are going now to
Miss Ravenel" answered Hawkstone.
Once out of that secluded byway, he
halted a carriage, and was driven rap
idly to the wharf
The hour was waxing late, but he
succeeded In finding both man and
boat, and the wind being favorable,
Hawkstone and his recovered daughter
were soon dancing over the starlit wa
ter in the direction Of Tempest Island.
Basil held the child wrapped In his
cloak, sheltered against his breast, but
he was not thinking Of her. The face
of Jetta Ravenel fioated before his
eyes, the voice of Jetta Ravenei filled
his ears, as he had heard 1t on that
night Of his barren quest In q distant
city. A foreboding Of evil was upon
him-a brood OF strange, nameless
fears oppressed his heart, like a night
mare.
"Great Heaven" he cried to ths
boatman; "how slow we go!"
why, bless you. sir, we are flying!"
answered the man. There's another
sail astern-left the wharf little after
us-it's not making half our speed
sir-look for yourself"
Hawkstone looked, saw black speck
on the far waves, and said: Its rath-
er odd that boat should be following
us at this hour, is 1t not?" ..-.,...,.-s
well, yes, 1t is, sir, when you come
to think Of it," answered the man.
Presently, in the blue distance be-
fore them, q beacon began to blink like
star fallen in the sea. Then the gray
moors and headlands of the Tempest
sprang into view out Of the tumbled
water The boat glided up to the IA
miliar landing place. Hawkstone step
ped ashore with his child, and dismiss
ing the Whithaven boatman, turned 70
mount the slope under the russet-tint-
ed trees.
AS he did 80 Joe Derby came sneak
ing down the path with guilty air.
He stopped at sight of Hawkstone, and
being somewhat defective of vision,
called in an uncertain voice.
"Halloo! Is that you, Mr.. Vincent"
"Mr. Vincent, indeed" thundered
Hawkstone. Are you expecting that
villain here? Stand, Joe Derby, and
give an account Of YOURSELF"
But Joe was scarcely the man to
stand" under such circumstances.
Every individual hair on his head arose
in terror. His master was the last per-
son on earth that he now desired to en-
counter. He took to his heels, like the
discreet person that he was, and
promptly vanished into the shadows OF
night.
Hang the fellow" muttered Hawk
stone, and he snatched up his sleepy
little daughter and hurried with her
toward the Hall. She nestled against
him, and said, drowsily:
Cousin Vincent was in that house
tonight with the lady, papa"
"Ah." said Hawkstone.
Yes: he was hiding behind the
door,"
The ancient Hall stood dark and
frowning in the moonlight as he ap-
preached it. Not a light was visible
not even the bark Of dog greeted the
return of the island lord. Hawkstone
strobe into the porch, lifted the brass
knocker. and sent an impatient sum-
mons into the far recesses Of the house.
After some delay the door opened.
and the frightened face Of Sarah look
ed through.
"Oh, sir!" screamed the girl. at sight
of Hawkstone and the child, "you have
come back!-you have brought Miss
Bee! Lord be praised, sir! and Lord
help you, too, l say"
He pushed by her into the hall, look
ing around him sharply, anxiously.
What ails you, girl? Have you lost
your wits? Where is Mrs. Otway?
Where Is Miss Ravenel? Call both i'm
mediately."
Sarah fell back a step. and flung her
apron over her face.
Mrs. Otway, sir, is laid up with a
broken ankle" she sobbed "and Miss
Ravenel-oh, Miss Ravenel is not here,
sir-she'll never be here again! She's
gone and married-oh. sir, it's Gods
truth! She's married Vincent Hawk
stone!"
| He dropped little Bee, and stood star