Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-24

himself lSll OF
Poles cape cottage. Private business
required Harold to wire message to
his native city, and the nearest tele-
graph station being twenty miles
away he was obliged, much against
his will, to Chamber into the numbering
stage, and repair thither.
"Of course, you'll have to go over to
the cove and see about Miss Hillyers
arm" he said to his friend. DO you
think YOU can find the way alone?"
mot a doubt Of it," replied Hume;
and shortly after the departure OF Har-
old he set forth on solitary walk
across the cliffs.
His thoughts were busy, as ne
tramped the unfamiliar path, but not
with things of Cape Desolation.
The sweetest joy, the widest woe Is
love;
The taint of earth, the odor Of the
skies,
Is in IT,"
II wonder" he muttered, moodily, If
that abominable closing scene rankles
in her memory, as it does in mine?
Thank God she did not turn her eyes
in my direction. Had she once looked
at me, / could never have escaped from
the place. Doubtless she'll go to New
port with Mrs. Ellicott, and carry all
before her there-the fashionable world
raves over that cold, queenly type OF
beauty. 1t is eminently aristocratic
Yes, in conquests worthy Of her, she'll
soon forget that miserable night"
He found the Hillyer cottage without
difficulty. The coddies were drying in
the sun; the tall red hollyhocks burned,
like torches, in the garden inclosure.
Through gaps Of coarse sand the sea
sparkled. The old porch was empty;
the door stood wide open. Hume saw
no one, but somewhere inside the house
he heard a girls voice, pitched in
querulous key.
GO away, Andy! will not have you
following me about in this horrid,
ghostly way! Can't you understand
that detest-yes, loathe you?-that 1t
makes me quite sick to feel you near?
Go down to the arf-do!-anywhere
out of my sight! Find Bess; she is al
ways good to you. How she can be,
don't know; but she is-she Is! Her
patience never fails, where you are
concerned. You ought to be sent to an
asylum; but Bess won't hear to 1t!
You ought to go away and drown your
- would
be upon the watch to prevent you"
A shuff1ing step crossed the floor. I'm
mediately a man appeared in the door,
sneaking along like whipped cur. He
did not notice Hume, but made straight
for a corner Of the porch, where stood
an old bench, heaped with torn fish
nets. Like some automaton answer
ing to a spring, he seated himself and
set to work at the broken twine, in
miserable. mechanical way. 1t was
Andy Gaff, the husband of Rose Hill
yer.
BY the broad light of day Hume saw
that he was a powerfully built fellow,
evidently young, and neatly dressed In
wooden clothes that did not fit him.
His face was the color Of clay-vacant,
heavy. repulsive, as every human face
must be when the mind is gone out of
It. The dull eyes, empty both Of curios-
ity and comprehension, glanced once at
Hume, and down again at the nets.
Good morning, Mr.. Gaff," said
Hume, cheerfully.
The net mender gave him blank
stare: then, unresponsive as the dead
continued his work.
But some one inside the cottage had
heard the greeting. and instantly there
was little rush, the soft swish Of a
womans dress, and Rose stood in the
door, and smiled a joyful welcome.
"Oh, knew you would come! Twas
watching for you" she cried, like a
delighted child. "Bess has gone down
that Uncle Caleb brought in this morn
ing. She will be back directly. Her
arm is better-oh, much better! Bess
knows how to bear things without
complaining. l wish l were like herr
mournfully
She wore a pale-blue gown, ineXpen-
sive, but made with many frills and
furbelows. Her yellow hair clustered
in loving little rings about her pearl
white temples. The piquant. peach
blow face, with its red, smiling lips
and maddening eyes, seemed even more
lovely by morning light than on the
previous night.
How good of you to watch for me'
said Hume, somewhat embarrassed by
her Joy. Surely you were not fretting
about the injured arm?''
"Oh, no! I was only anxious to see
you again." she replied, with great
naivete; and she dragged forth an old
fashioned armchair from a corner OF
the room. and motioned him to take it.
1T is so very dull at the cove! One
gets so low-spirited, so hopeless" sigh
ing wearily; "one, l mean, who does
not like the sea-"
He took the seat of honor to which
she waved him.
You have your uncle, Miss Hillyer,
and-and-your husband" he braced
himself to say.
Andy? Oh, now, you are mocking
me-" with a culver Of the lip that made
Hume hate himself. You can see what
he is. AS for Uncle Caleb and Bess,
Of course, l love them very dearly, and
yet sometimes l grow very tired OF
them, too. Bess doesn't mind the life
we lead-she talks about doing ones
duty, and making the best Of things
till 1 stop my ears and refuse to listen
Bess is the favorite everywhere-all the
cape folks sing her praises-they say
nothing about me-" in a piq up. .wude
nothing about me-" in piqued tone
Even Mr.. Harold never looks at me
twice when Bess is by"
"Possible?" said Hume, smiling
Then Jack must be very far gone in
deed! Few men with eyes in thell
heads could refrain from looking a.
you twice under any circumstances.
do you think me very pretty?' she
asked, with perfect gravity.