Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-02-14
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
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an-an eQueStrienne, whose fame was
in all mems mouths-had just met O
sudden and violent death in the circus
ring.
A feat of unusual daring-a false
step, Occasioned, maybe, by the intox-
icatlng applause-a fall-an iron hoo1
set in the white forehead, a rain OF
blood drops on the yellow hair, and the
triumphS Of Jasper Hatton's fair young
wife were over for ever.
The news travelled across the sea,
and reached the drawing room of a
brown stone front on Fifth Avenue, one
night, in the late October when the
rain was out, and wild wind abroad.
And so Mademoiselle Zephyr's ca
reer is Overt" said George Sutton, as
he throughtfully smoothed the tiger
skin that was spread across his knees
Miss Rokewood, in deep fauteuil on
the other side of delightful woodfi
looked up with serious eyes. Her blonde
face wore graver, sadder lines than
when we saw it last A favorite dog
lay beside her on a Kurdistan rug-she
lpatted his shaggy head, and answered:
Il believe that such love as that wo-
man had to give, was given, after all
to Basil Hawkstone. Even her mar
riage with Hatton was a matter OF
spite. She was a paradox-she hated
Prince Lucifer and she loved him."
God forbid that we should see her
like again." shuddered Sutton. "She
made mischief enough in her short day
for you and me, as we'll as for Others
Doris"
Yes" aSSented Miss Rokewood, and
then both looked gravely into the
sparkling wood-fire.
well, let bygones be bygones.
growled Sutton, at last. "Hawkstone
has wellnigh completed a second Tenn
pest Hall on the site Of the old one. If
this new abode lacks historic interest
it will, at least, possess none Of the
tragic associations of the former
house, and 1 am sure my secretary will
find fewer ghosts and goblins in it."
The words were hardly out, when the
mahogany door swung back on It's
heavy hinges, and Jetta Ravenel, who
had served George Sutton as secretary
for the past year, glided into the apart
ment
The two by the fire made room for
her. She was dressed in plain black,
and her rich southern beauty had suf-
fered nothing from the trials of the
lpast.
MY DEAR" said Sutton, gravely, I'VE
have received news tonight. The wo-
man who destroyed Gabriel is no
more" And he read aloud the cable
gram.
There was a moment of silence. Miss
Rokewood's hand closed tenderly upon
Jetta's.
"As one looks back upon it." sighed
the blonde heiress, "how like ghastly
dream it all seems!"
The tears glistened on Jettas long
flashes.
"Ah, there are pleasant things mixed
with the sad ones" she answered. can
| forget how you hastened to the Inlet
House to find me, after the burning of
Tempest Hall? How you brought me
to your own home-how Mr. Sutton re-
lceived me with unspeakable kindness
and made me his private secretary, IN
nv poor, wretched Gabriers place"
"Pooh!" growled Sutton; that only
shows my superior judgment, for you
have been the most faithful and indus
trious of the craft. Now that your year
of decorous retirement is over, and Ba-
sill Hawkstone, on his
lone little isle,'"
grows impatient, and swears that his
claims shall no longer be set aside, the
queston that appalls me is, Where shall
I find another like you?"
She looked at him
with a smile on her lip, and teal
in her eye"
like the young female in "Lochinvar."
You are very gOod"-she began tc
say, when a foOtman opened the door
land announced Basil Hawkstone.
In came the island lord, strong
bronzed, imposing, not at all like a
man who had been buried alive, ano
; escaped death, as by a miracle, only
one short year before.
, Il See," said Sutton, as he looked uL
into the face of his friend, you, too
!, hand from, Vienna ."
Yes" replied Hawkstone, gravely
1T was a short life and a merry one
The fame for which she was ready tc
, secrifice all things earthly will outlast
her how long? a week-a month, may
be-"
He gave his hand to Jetta and Miss
Rokewood The latter arose soon after
and said:
1T still lacks Il half-hOur to dinner.
have time to visit Juno. who is i'll to.
day, and l will take Mr. Sutton witt
me. For my sake, he can tolerate ever
a sick monkey"
Ward and guardian went out of the
T drawing room, and left the lovers
StdnUlnS together Dclole TIC nv
He let his gray eyes dwell for space
on her black -robed figure and pale
, dropping face, then he said, gravely:
Il have come for you, Jetta!"
The color rushed into her soft cheek
The new Hall is completed" he wen
, on. 1T lacks nothing now but mis-
tress. l bring you urgent message:
, from Mrs. Otway, from our good frlend
Peg Patton. and from little Bee-theS
all desire exceedingly your return tr
, the Tempest. For year you have
been Vincent's Widows not that Ions
, enough? Have we not suffered enough
Jetta?"
She was in his arms before the las
words were out
Yes. yes" she faltered, Il am yours
Take me back to the dear gray island
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