Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-31
ness had aroused his Indignation, but

flannel gown in which he had frs
seen her. A rough blue Tam o'Shantel
cap rested on her mop Of yellow curls
Her liquid dark eyes, her matchless
fairness, disarmed him, in spite Of him
self. It was easy to forgive her heart
lessness for the sake of her exquisite
beauty. In the last fortnight Hume
had constantly visited the cove, but
without making any new discovery.
] The Terrible Case was still a pro-
found mystery to the young fellow. He
knew no more about Andy now than
he had known at first sight Of the pool
wretch in old Caleb's porch.
ANDY understands some things
began Hume, doubtfully approaching
the forbidden subject. II wish you
would permit me to ask a few ques-
tions. If 1 could get at facts on which
to build a theory
Rose started up from the sand with
an aggrieved air.
Have I not told you that you must
not ask anything about my husband
You have tasted the hospitality OF
Hillyers Cove-dont repay us by at
tempting to pry out our secrets"
"Rebuked again!" he answered. MY
curiosity is purely professional. 1 have
often wondered if something could not
be done for him."
"And did you think you could do
it?" she asked, mockingly why, you
are only a medical student-you have
not got a degree as yet" She shook
her yellow head. Il WISH" she added.
with a smile that robbed the words OF
half their harshness-"I really wish
you would not .meddle with things that
do not concern you, Mr.. Hume!"
Il will not" he answered, with a
keen sense of discontinue.
In his heart he vowed henceforth to
let Andy Gaff severely alone. Why
should he NEEDLE with him, against the
express wishes of the Hillyers? Rose
stood pushing the coarse sand back
and forth with one restless foot.
"Mr. Harold left the cape very sud-
denly, did he not?" she said. do you
know the reason why? l think he
wanted to marry Bess"
II dare say" answered Hume.
"Bess will never marry; she will al
ways stay at the cove-she has given
me her word. 1t seems"-in an in
% tn o.
termined to take Bess from u.s."
How can you expect to keep your
cousin always?" he asked, amused at
her selfishness.
Both Uncle Caleb and Andy need
her constantly"
"One might think that you were the
proper person to look after Andy"
Il am wholly unfit for such work. !"
she answered, with petulant air.
And Bess doesn't mind She likes to
stand betWixt me and trouble. When
do you follow Mr.. Harold?"
Tomorrow. I am here to bid you
good-by."
She gave a slight start.
$50 soon?"
1T really Is not soon when you come
to think Of it. have spent more time
at the cape than I could we'll afford,
and yet-not enough for my own satis-
faction"
There was nothing sentimental in
his tone, for he was thinking of the
case of Andy Gaff. The witchery of
Roses beauty had left no mark upon
Hume. She heaved a soft sigh.
You do not care? You are glad to
turn back to civilization? In your
place, 1 should feel the same. There
is nothing 1 so long for as to see the
world-the great, lovely world"
spreading her arms expressively.
With a sudden change Of manner,
she stepped across the gunwa!e or the
boat which Andy had left near by.
Though l have lived all my life by
the sea-" she said, Il cannot handle an
oar. Will you row me a little way,
Mr.. Hume? and when we come back,
you can make your adieux with Bess
and Uncle Caleb"
The request was without coquetry.
He decided swiftly that it was not his
place to find her in scruples.
Yes, 1 will row you wherever you
like" he answered, springing into the
boat after her. But remember that
1 know nothing about this coast
must rely upon you to act as pilot"
She seated herself in the stern, and
took the rudder. The hickory bent, the
water flashed under the brown oar
blades. They pushed off from the
beach.
"Good-by! good-by!" said Rose
waving her hand to the receding cove
"One would think you were taking a
last farewell of it," said Hume, lightly
Perhaps 1 am-who can tell?" she
answered.
Through long lines Of floating rock
weed they glided out. into the little
harbor. The sea was unusually calm
There was not wind enough to fill the
sails of the fishing fleet.
Il heard a ghastly story only yester-
day about this harbor," said Hume
tugging manfully at the oars. Some
young fisherman-has name was Grant
Dave Grant-foup" himself baffled
of his hearts desire-that is, he lost
his sweetheart, and he jumped into a
boat-.rowed out here, and deliberately
leaped overheard. His body was
washed ashore, and buried in the cape
graveyard"
She looked at him in a curious
breathlesS way.
who told you that"'
Widow Pole. She was betrayed in
to an allusion to the story by an item
which l chanced to read in daily
newspaper BY adroit questions I fl
nally made myself pOssessor of the
cape tragedy"
"All of it?"
Really l cannot say. Dave Grant
killed himself-that naturally ended
him. Tragedies l take it, are unfre-
Cuent here-at least, the widow seem
ed both scared and sorry because hao
coaxed her into relating this one. SHE
begged me to refrain from speaking o
- Sba avidantly thought il a matter