Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-10-16

: its position, that 1t must onensiVely
push itself forward for notice.
The president Of the Croesus mine
ruddy, genial and obviously good-na-
, tured, gave Everards hand a hospita-
BILE grip before Hartley could open his
mouth for an introduction.
"Mr. Everard, Of course. I'm de-
/ lighted, sir. delighted. 1 hope you will
consider my house at your disposal as
long as you are here. Jessica, my
dear, let me introduce Mr. Everard
Z who is building a railroad for you to
| buy trinkets with, just as Hartley and
III are running a mine for the same
|. purpose"
Everard took into his a hand warm
and cordial, and as delicately tinted as
a a-shell, and looked into eyes Of soft
est brown, with tantalizing amber
lights in them. The bloom Of a wild
rose was in her cheek, laughed on her
lips, as though life held for her nothing
but what was fair and joyous and good,
and above it all her head was crowned
with living glory of redbrown hair,
where the sunset tints had caught and
fingered.
"Mr. Everard, you are more than
welcome to our primitive bungalow.
We are delighted to have an addition
to the diminutive circle we have form
ed for sociability and defense against
| the loneliness. There are so few Of US,
you know, that we must be friends,
so we shall not allow you to be unso-
ciable"
Just what Hartley had said! Now,
was this splendid young woman quot
i ing Hartley, or had the treasurer and
superintendent Of the Croesus mine
been quoting Miss Thornton? Some
how, Everard rather resented it, and
laughed to himself at his own unrea-
sonableness.
| II may come so often that you will
vote me nuisance. he suggested, but
she shook her head and smiled charm
| ingly.
Impossible We are never so de-
lighted as when people are here. Poor
Mr.. Hartley is under standing orders
to come down and keep US entertained
Lucky Hartley" thought Everard.
Miss Thornton was more than gra-
cious to the new guest. Hartley she
met on the ground Of perfect friendly
understanding, and when she permitted
Everard almost to monopolize her, when
/ ~, oil ha chnI11H hoUQ crivan
much more Of his attention to his host
and business chief, the pleasant voiced
treasurer merely smiled dryly, and de-
voted his conversation to Mr.. Thorn
ton, who took this sort of thing as a
matter of course. He was used to
having impetuous young gentlemen
forget his very existence as he sat
there; it was one Of the penalties Of
having a beautiful daughter, and there
fore to be accepted amiably. Miss
Thornton sang for them in a beautiful
contralto voice which crept into ones
soul and stayed there, she talked with
Everard of books and men, the opera,
the stage and great eastern cities which
they both knew in common, and prov
ed herself a rarely interesting compan-
ion. She even vouchsafed to step with
with him through one OF the long
French windows for moment, to view
the silver glory of moonlight which
flooded the mountains, making bright
day Of black ravines and sinister little
hollows, and bathing the huge frown-
ing rocks in quicksilver.
When they finally arose to leave,
Hartley turned to his hostess plain
lively:
please invite me to dinner. Pve
lived on those hideous messes at that
hovel of a hotel until my temper is
ruined"
why, Of course, you shall come to
dinner, both Of you," she cried warmly,
all her fathers bubbling hospitality
aroused at once. You poor, half
starved children, you shall have all
the good things procurable in this
place. 1 shall superintend that dinner
myself. Tomorrow night, please, and
shall expect you BOTH"
The journey back to the mining camp
was a quiet one Hartley seemed
thoughtful and distracted, which in
deed was not remarkable in man car
rying so much responsibility, and Ever
ard was busy with the dizzy confusion
Of his own thoughts. Every tree, bath
ed in the white glory Of the moonlight,
every shrub and boulder sang aloud for
him, the music Of the spheres sur
rounded him with it's vast harmony.
| Cold reason was whispering in his
ear, scornful and mocking:
You can't have her. She is meant
for some great multi millionaire, or a
foreign title as old as these mountains,
while you are a promising young no
body. You are a gibbering idiot to
| think of such a thing"
But Everard shook his head impa-
tiently, and reveled in the delight OF
the present. Reason was a niggardly
old curmudgeon, always jealously try
ing 70 steal the sweetness away from
irresponsible JOY All that night he
threshed around wakefuly, awaiting
the dawn of another day only because
it brought him that much nearer in
seeing her again. Poor Dick Everard!
Only one brief evening, and he was
hopelessly, insanely, unreasonably,
head ears in love.
i The weeks and months which fol-
lowed flashed by with Kaleidoscope
brightness. Years after, they formed
a vivid succession Of pictures to Ever
ard, in which the figures were always
the same In the background the huge
bulk Of the mountains, now frowning
with formidable masses Of rock, and
again covered with soft verdure and
bathed in warmest sunlight; In the
middle distance the rough, noisy men,
with their boisterous mirth or quar-
rels, the busy, difficult work Of each
}, day, Hartley with his miners, himself
with his own toiling gangs; in the fore