Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-07
Has anything been heard Of the

Iyacht
mo; but it is expected to arrive a
any moment"
i Presently the carriage entered on
Of those splendid suburbs for whicl
Boston is justly famed. Along broad
level road it rolled, and turned through
O stone gateway into an avenue bor
dered with many trees. Lawns Of viv
i'd green came in sight; then the Low
CLEAN Of a little lake, and finally {
villa of gray stone standing in park
like grounds, with bow windows twink
ling in the western light and deep piaz
zas ablaze with tropic plants. Thi!
was Windmere, the home Of Miss Fas
sci. The young orphan heiress hat
been out of the schoolroom but year
and her betrothal to Gepel Ellicott wa!
Of a still more recent date. Society
heartily applauded the match, by which
the two handsome fortunes were to bt
united, as we'll as two Of the most an
cient and honorable families in the
commonwealth.
Half an hour later Aunt Latimer hat
retired to her own chamber for hel
usual nap; and Edith Fassel came glid.
ing down the carved stairway at Wind
mere, into an oaken hall lighted by 8
circular window Of stained glass
Passing lightly over polished marquet-
ry, and under Oriental draperies, she
stepped forth alone into the sunshine
of the September afternoon.
Birds-the last Of the summer song
sters-were piping in the shrubbery
A recent shower had sprinkled the
leaves with diamond drops.
Miss Fassel turned into path lead
ing to the little lake. Her tailor made
dress sheathed her svelte figure with
out a wrinkle. The sunshine fell low
ingly on her high-bred face, and
brought into prominence all its classic
lines. No wild flower this, but hot
house exotic, born and reared in an
atmosphere to which less fortunate
creatures might sigh in vain for en-
trance. Perhaps the consciousness OF
her own importance gave her aplomb
and self possession. At any rate, she
possessed to an amazing degree the
repose
(which stamps the caste of We're de
We're"
Miss Fassel paused under a copper
beech, by the edge Of the little lake,
which a south wind was now ripping
into thousand tiny waves. On the
bank peacocks spread their plumes;
and black swan came sailing from
the opposite shore in quest of crumbs
The young heiress looked pensively
down into the clear water. On this
spot Lepel Ellicott had first talked to
her Of love- Here he had asked her to
be his wife, and she had consented
with the serene composure peculiar to
her. AS she leaned now against the
rustling beech she seemed to hear
again the voice of her sinister dream!
"Oh," she murmured, what harm
can threaten Lepel? I KNOW feel
that something is wrong with him;
but what is it?"
Her meditations ended suddenly,
there was q shadow on the walk, a
swift. advancing step.
The peacocks fled screaming, the
black swan retreated from the bank,
and Lepel Ellicott took his betrothed In
his arms, and kissed her-not passion
ately, but with the air Of a master.
"I was certain that should find you
in this spot" he said. Il have just
come from the yacht. You see, hur-
ried to Windmere without even wait
ing to look in upon the mater"
Miss Fassel did not throw herself on
her lovers neck, or cry out, or give
way to any nonsense whatever. She
simply slipped her gloved hand into
his. and met his kiss without blush or
confusion.
1--WE have been waiting a whole week
for you, Lepel."
"I dare say" he replied, hurriedly;
but there were delays everywhere-no
end of them. The skipper drank like a
fish, and got us into divers scrapes, and
the weather was dead against us most
of the time, and-well, never mind
Here I am in season for the wedding,
after ALL"
He was Just what the portrait in the
Beacon Street house had represented
him to be-a dashing fellow Of three
and twenty, with high chestnut head
and a pair Of dark eyes-not kindly, not
even trustworthy, perhaps, but very
likely to carry all hearts before their
bold, bright glances. Miss Fassel sur
veyed him with attention.
How red you have grown, Lepel!'
she said you are positively scorch-
ed"
"Yes-burnt to a cinder," he assent
ed, gayly, land perhaps you observe
that have also acquired an admirable
rolling gait. The sea legs Of the ma
riner are now on"
| Pardon me-has not your personal
beauty suffered a little? For in
stance, your nose
"Ah, yes, the cuticle is slightly dam
aged" he answered, cheerfully, passing
hand over that injured feature. But
why speak of trifies? What have you
been doing in my absence, Edith?'
| Thinking of you," she answered, Sc
dately. II am glad to welcome you
back, Lepel. Somehow, in the last re"
hours, 1 have been tormented WITH
forebodings of evil"
| "Ah!"
with fears that we might be parted
forever"
He opened wide his fine, turbulent
eyes.
"Why, what a curious little puss Il
lis! What should part us, pray?"
81 cannot tell; something dreadful
of course"
He laughed.
That goes without saying. Come
sit down, Edith and let us talk it over,
drawing her to a garden seat near by
Confession is good for the soul-le
me hear all about the forebodings."
You will laugh at me-"