Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-11-10

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still in this sublunary sphere, she die
not come and dress for dinner.
Aunt Dilloway turned from a pro
longed gaze through the windows, t
find the truant standing in the doc
with a scarlet vine in her hand, he
proud face aglow, a belle, a bright
untamed beauty again, instead Of tn,
| joyless thing she had been for weeks
MY love, do you know what time i
is?"
Time for Marie, I dare say"
And you in a morning dress, will
your hair straight back behind YOU
ears!"
Come from your long, long rowing
On the sea so wild and rough
Come to me, tender and loving,
And I shall be blest enough,
sang Miss Guenther and she fled will
the winding thread of her own music
throwing back a laughing glance a.
Aunt Dilloway from radiant eyes.
Later that day, when the westward
slanting. sun had brought out every.
body to the piazzas, the beach and the
boats, that same tender love song came
leaping up the staircase, and clattel
of little high-heeled boots came with
It, Mr. Guenther, sitting in his easy
chair by the window, turned his pale
wasted face eagerly as the door open.
ed
Where are you going?" cried Aun
Dilloway, all alert, and smoothing hel
point-lace ruff1es.
Miss Guenther's bronze braids were
shadowed by a black helmet hat, crest.
ed with fleecy plumes whittier thar
sea foam, and the dark dress and slen.
der kid gauntlets Furthermore arrested
Aunt Dilloway's attention.
ITO sail. 1 came for you"
who is going?" said Aunt Dilloway
curtly.
Ethel rested her hand on her faith.
er's chair and smiled down into hi:
face.
Belle Vaughan, Lieutenant Harding
Mr. Halstead, a few new arrivals ant
Aunt Dilloway.
Il couldn't think of it," said Aun
Dilloway.
Mr.. Guenther took the dainty hant
lying on his chair and looked from the
window silently. Halstead was pacing
up and down under the poplars, will
cigar between his lips and Miss
Guenther's shawl over his arm.
who is that?" he asked, sharply.
Aunt Dilloway moved in her chair
A latent resolution sprang up to hel
thin lips.
IAN artist from New York-the nailt
is Halstead Be careful of taking cold
Ethel, and don't stay out after the sur
l.: down"
The tiny boots clattered down the
stairs, Aunt DillOway saw Erne Hal
stead assist her into the boat, saw Il
shoot out into the bay, followed with
her eyes the glimmer of that plumet
hat till it shone a mere speck far ou
on the water and then, sitting there
in the stiffness and quiet with tha
weak. broken hearted man, she wrune
from him, by her earnest, womanl!
pleading, more of the reason Of theil
sojourn at the Crags than Ethel, dearly
as he loved her, could ever have done
Poor Aunt Dilloway!
The boats came back at twilight
Halsteads was the last Miss Guen'
ther leaped ashore with large, triumph
ant eyes He was to remain at the
Crags for weeks and the Guenther!
for months, it might be. This was the
beginning of the end.
| Aunt Dilloway soon saw it, but sh'
kept her counsel. 1t all came abou
very naturally. They met every day
in the parlors, on the shore, in rowing
bowling. riding Many long twilight
Ethel stood looking out on the shore
and thinking of Mac Vaunce's words
regarding the Halsteads. Had she no
| learned to believe in him as he bad'
her?
There is no love so dangerous as tina
which steals upon us unawares, like ;
thief in the night; none so hard t.
eject as that which has gained posses
sion of it's red ground before the un
lucky owner has dreamed Of its pres
ence. Erne Halstead awoke one da!
and made the above discovery.
i 1t had been a day Of languor an(
heat. Belle Vaughan and Harding, th
West Point lieutenant, had gone dowl
to the shore with Miss Guenther AM
taken Daisy with them. Harding la,
summing his handsome figure on ;
shelving ledge and protecting his com
plexion with Miss Vaughan's paraso
lette. Miss Vaughan herself at a res
i pectful distance with distractinl
| Spanish hat on her black braids sa
i turning over in rapturOus admiration
i portfolio of idle sketches by Halstea
i l-desolate black cliffs, with whit
drowned faces in the surf at thei
/ base: weird, purple horizons, spotte
by heeting phantom sails: an IndiaI
j shore, with one lonely palm tree, an
a ghastly moon rising over its cora
reefs: dismantled mast surging on
Of a pitchblack sea. and one white Sc
bird perched upon it, watching over tn
wreck-these. and a hundred othe
wild. strange fancies.
Ethel Guenther. what genius tn
man is!" cried Belle Il am more tha'
half in love with him.
Harding sulked under the paraso
lette.
"Daubs! you are always in love wit
some one"
Belle tied her hat in majestic scorr
They were two quarrelsome lovers.
Sour grapes. Mr. Harding. Don
trouble yourself as long as I am neve
in love with you"
"PerfdiOus."
Daisy. who sat with her thin, trans
parent hand in Miss Guenthers, listen
ing to the advancing tide, said limo
Gently:
/; Everybody loves Nea."
: Belle laughed.
Especially the feminine portion q
: humankind, dear Be so kind, MI
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