Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-05-12


million of money for which she was
morally-at least-held, and toward
which she would not have penny to
offer in payment.
Fortunate. wasn't it, that Miss Ban
hottie had inherited, at this crisis in
the life and needs of Mrs. Sem, sum
Of money that would enable her to Of
fer her old friend the means to be
generously just and still leave luxury
and ease for both?
Fortunate? Bah!
Miss Bannottie had been in London
a week Her business was all done
Her money was all securely Invested
and in such q way as To give her q
very large income. She was very well
satisfied with herself and with the
world. She even felt thankful-thank-
full for dangers passed and benefits
bestowed. though. as l do not believe
in the idea of personal Devil, don't
exactly understand to whom her emo
tions of thankfulness went out; bad
as she was, l scarcely think she
would have dared rise to the height of
blasphemy it would have been for her
to have taken Thank God" upon her
lips.
In London a week. And tomorrow
Miss Bannottie was going to leave for
Naples.
She was slowly walking hOme-that
is, to the hotel she called home
through the gloom of an early evening
in London, with the atmosphere grow
ing more and more full of fog. She did
not mind the darkness-she was used
to that. you know; she did not care for
drifting mist and floating fog; she was
quite sufficient unto herself, this quiet
and self possessed young woman OF
the world, and as much at home in
London as in Naples; as much at home
in the streets as she would have been
in a palace: as much at home in the
night Of the worlds metropolis as she
had been in-(but, on the whole, and
in the interests of exact truth and per-
almost as much at home, and almost as
thoroughly in her elemenD-as she had
been in BarTon's Boomville Bank, the
last time she honored it by visit.
She came to place where she wish
ed to cross the street-one Of those
streets where the traffic Of morning
begins before that of evening ends, and
where commerce never rests nor sum-
bers. There was no policeman at hand
to assist her; she had no gentleman
friend to whom to appeal for protec-
ton; and she felt no need of either,
She stepped off into the whirling vor-
tex of trade, into the crush of hurry
ing teams and shouting men. She was
cool, calm, collected-for she had done
this thing scores of times before-un-
til team struck some tiny parcel from
her grasp.
She turned to get it, stopped to pick
it up. And then-one wagon jostled
her on this side, and almost ran her
down. another struck her on that side,
and bruised her cruelty. She stagger-
ed to her feet, more than content to
let the almost worthless bundle go, and
attempted 10 get out from her danger.
But. turn in whatever way she would
there seemed no escape. On every side,
danger to limb and life menaced her
She lost her Self-contrOl. her quiet
good sense. and raising her hands
above her head in an agony Of terror
she shrieked for help
All. Lurline Bannottie do you re-
member what is true of the way OF
deed great when those hands which
so steadily shut Samuel Lyman into
an earthly hell and which have done
other terrible things without tremb-
ling. are raised in helpless terror. The
danger is. indeed. very great when youl
voice, which spoke treacherouS ac-
uuieScence to the man who was once
your husband, and later gave him ScOrr
pairing cry for help. 1t would be
vivid illustration of the certainty OF
Divine Justice. Miss Lurline Bannottie
| if YOU were to die in the London street;
| if you were to die here unknown; II
YOU were to die here with dozens look
ing on. and with no one To help you;
| If you were tn die. despite your money
and what it has cost you: if you were
| - nd
one could tell whether you ever haC
beauty in your face and smile or
your lipS-Or not; if you were to bt
dragged and trampled on, with the mut
this London street soaking into anC
through your rich silks and delicate
laces. and leaving its awful foulness il
your hair. 1t would be a deserved fate
Lurline Bannottie, so far as Fate ha!
power to go with you; there would b'
only one inappropriate thing in it at al
the fate that your body, in spite o
all that might thus come to it to de
file and diShOnOr it. would still b.
white and pure and beautiful to lOol
IupOn-when compared with your soul
Seconds count at such Il time a!
that. The seconds between the begin
ming of such a trouble and the end o
it, one way or the other, will be few
indeed. in any and all cases. Alread.
the drivers. angry at each other, bu
but each anxious for himself that h
should not be responsible for any fata
Iaccident. were pulling this way AM
that on the reinS. and constantly max
ing a bad matter worse. One or tw,
horses were already beyond control
one of two vicious bruteS were begin
ming to kick and struggle. unmindfu
Of the harsh cries of command uttered
by their drivers. 1t looked. with a wo
man thus surrounded and attacked
land especially as she had lost he
wits. as though it would be the end q
the wOrld-fOr her. And thpn-sOm
one sprang from the sidewalk into tn
very midst of the sudden turmoil an,
danger in the street He caught
horse by the bit. here. and forced tn
roaring animal back on to his haunch