Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-09-15

There he is," said the widow, hel
forehead contracting.
HE has no business to come here
now!" cried Lucy, her face, growing
stormy, clinching her little hand
"Oh, if were but mani"
Don't you go, LUCY will lei
him in. Thank Heaven, after to-
morrow he will not dare to thrust his
hateful presence upon us!"
Another moment, and the red nose
OF the attorney was visible, even in
the semi-darkness of the hall.
II thought I'd jest CALL" he
stammered, evidently feeling himself
unwelcome. Nobody spoke. He look
ed round for a chair. II suppose I
may sit down and rest myself a mo-
ment,-eh?" he asked.
"Certainly-the house is about as
good as your own" said Lucy
promptly.
"Well it's a mighty unpleasant
business, now, I assure you," he said,
looking at the beautiful girl with un-
disguised admiration.
"Then why do you go on with it?'
"Well, times are hard-the matter
has been running a long time, and
the deuce take me, you know we'll
enough why"
"Oh, yes; to revenge yourself be-
cause"
Lucy" said her mother gently,
but in a tone Of reproof.
LET her go on, widow" said Peter
Pinchbeck, his very nose growing liv-
i'd. 1T isn't to be supposed that I
have any feelings. The fact, is, you
know I've held off and held off, and
you know that I like your daughter
Lucy, and have liked her ever since
she was as high as my riding-whip.
Now, I could keep her handsomely
set up a good carriage-do anything
in the world in reason for her-and
Il thought mebby at the last mo-
ment-she-she would alter her
mind"
IT have not altered my mind" said
Lucy, her dark eyes emitting sparks
os fire. 1--WE are quite willing to leave
this house and make another home,
mother and l."
You'll find homes amt so easy
made" retorted the attorney.
"There is no use wasting words,
said the widow, with added dignity.
n not tn
We could not live in disgraceful idle
ness. We are we'll acquainted in this
village-you can take away our prop
erty, but you cannot estrange us from
our friends. Good evening, sir"
II suppose that means that I may
go?" said the man, rising and fairly
shaking with anger.
II believe the house will not be-
long to you till tomorrow" said Lucy
calmly.
well, virtually it belongs to me
now," was the reply; "only I gave
you permission to stay till tomorrow.
1 am not sure but it would have been
wiser in me to put a keeper in-how
do I know that you may see fit to
spirit away?"
I'VE cannot permit you to insult
u.s." said the widow,while Lucy came
forward with heightened color "The
goods are all inventoried, and I think
we are known we'll enough to be trust
ed-at least by those whose good
opinion is worth possessing. Will
you leave us alone, sir?"
The man glared at them, and press
ed his thin lips together till they were
bloodless. He even had the meanness
TO double his fist and shake it toward
them as he said:
"I came here willing to befriend
you, but after this I show no mercy.
I'll sell every stick of timber over
your head. Tomorrow at elev-
en- o'clock all shall go to the highest
bidder-indeed, though it's a secret,
the house is already sold. The auc-
tioning will be only going through the
FORM"
Indeed! and you came here will
ing to befriend us, did you?" queried
Lucy, who stood fearless and white
one arm about her mothers waist.
None of your sneers, miss" he
said, almost furiously. "As for you,
your pride will have to come down.
No doubt you'll find a good place-in
somebody's kitchen"
Did you ever hear anything like
it?" Lucy cried, with flashing eyes
and heaving breast, as the door clos
ed on Peter Pinchbeck. How dared
he ever ask me to marry him? I'd
die first"
Don't trouble yourself about him,
dear. His words were cruel, but they
can only sting. Thank God, he will
never come again."
Meantime the stranger in the little
inn by the roadside walked his cham
Der restlessly, now and then pausing
to look on the moonlighted landscape.
On table was his travelling desk, to-
gether with paper, pen and ink.
At midnight he sat down to the
desk and wrote with great rapidity,
dashing off sheet after sheet. Then
he read, reflected, gathered them up
in his hands and tore them to pieces.
How can l tell her coolly that l
deceived her so, allowing her to think
me dead all these years." he mutt-r-
ed.
To Be Concluded.
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