Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-02-11

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SENATOR WILLIAM 3. ALLISON.
absorbed in unpleasant thoughts, sat
disconsolately smoking his clay pipe
by dying fire. -
II want the key to the Hawkstone
tomb" said Peg, peremptorily. Give
it to me, and ask no questions. What's
going on at Tempest Hall tonight? Is
Vincent illuminating for his cousins
death?"
Joe gave a nervous jump, but he
meekly took key from his mantel,
and put it in Pegs hand.
What's going on at the Hall?" he
faltered. why, the worst sort Of a
carouse Peggy! A lot of wild blades
have come over from Whithaven to-
night to riot with the new master"
And what part have you taken in
all this DEVILS business?" cried Peg
Shame on you, Joe Derby! No Won
der YOU stink back and hang your
head! Now. man, I'm going to give
you chance to wipe out your past
sins Is there n boat at the landing
place."
"Lor'. yes" said Joe, family; that
Whithaven lot came in boats, of
course"
Very we'll. Well have to borrow
one for a while. I want you to help
me to take two or three persons over to
Whithaven. It's thick weather, and
I'm anxious to land 'em safely. You
know how to manage boat even in the
dark, so come along!"
Joe struggled promptly into his hat
and coat. 49,. ..--.-.,
"Pd be proper glad to serve you In
any way. Peggy" he answered, peni-
tently "Oh, lOr', never dreamed Mr.
Vincent was a-going to cut up so
drinking and playing cards and dice,
and raging generally, like a wild bull
of Bashan. I'll quit the island myself
tomorrow can't abide him longer
Whatever are you going to do with the
key to the tomb?"
Il told you to ask no questions
said Peg, shortly Come with me-"
She led him to the churchyard-gat
where Jetta waited with Sarah and lit
tie Bee. They all went in by freshly
trampled path, and Peg with her own
hand unlocked the Hawkstone vault
Watch here" she commanded Joe,
while 1 go inside with Miss Ravenel,
and mind that you give US prompt no
tice if you hear anybody coming"
"All right" assented Joe, and he took
his stand at the tomb-do with Sarah,
while Peg and Jetta Ravenel descended
into the vault. The lantern shone
weirdly on the damp walls and over
the tiers of collins. Bee clung to her
eovernesS' skirts in wonder and af-
fright, as Peg Patton went up to
casket which had been freshly deposited
in that abode of death, and which bore
silver plate engraved with Basil
Hawkstones name, and the date Of his
decease
The brown women unscrewed the ld
and Jetta advanced with the child
and, by the light Of the lantern which
Peg held aloft, looked once more on the
face of her lost lover. A calm, peace
L.. hXy 1iSaq hllt
with all the splendid beauty of life still
upon it, as if sleep not death, possess
ed him. Peg lifted Bee, and allowed
the child to look her fill. Then both
drew back and left the dead to Jetta.
With a cry of utter despair, the un-
happy girl threw herself on the coffin,
and laid her face upon her lovers.
Life to death.-hot lips to icy ones,
burning kisses falling like fire on un-
responsive marble, tears raining wildly
on sealed eyelids, passionate arms
clasping senseless clay, love struggling
vainly with the awful mystery of death
that old tragedy, forever new, which
has agonized the world since crea-
ton began!
Basil" she prayed with the mad
ness of a grief beyond reason; "oh' my
love, my love, come back to me once
mOre!"
Can the dead hear the voice of the
living, and answer? Can love work the
miracle of new life in that when Is
..o tro,,,nr seemed TO PASS sud-
denly over the dead form in the comm
surely there was a SpaSmodic move
ment of the facial muscles under her
hot tears and kisses. In life he had
loved her madly, and now, when her
voice called in that dreary vault, the
Isemblance of death which held MIN
dissolved like frost in the sun. His
ewes flashed wide open on the white,
apnnized face of the woman he loved.
The terrible spell of catalepsy. IN which
Basil HawkstOne had been bound Tor
so many hours, snapped and released
its victim. Life came rushing back up
on him in a full tiood-tide. There, IN
the Hawkstone tomb. which woman
love had thus cheated of its latest prey
the island lord started up in his CONN.,
and the voice of him that was dead
answered the voice Of the living: jet
ia, Oh my darling, l am here-l am
here"
To be Continued.