Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-31

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was grumbling at the lateness Of the
hour. Bess maintained grave silence
Rose chartered and laughed in the
gayest of spirits.
Very odd about Harold" said
Hume What could have sent him of
so suddenly, and without a word tc
me?"
"Bess knows, maybe whispered
Rose. Then she began to hum, in
sweet, mischievous voice:
".Why shouldn't love my love
Why shouldn't he love me?
Why shouldn't love my love,
Since love to all is free?'
Hume glanced doubtfully at the
pretty creature. Was love free to all:
Alone in the cottage porch. seated on
his fayorite bench, and holding his
head in the old, miserable, distressed
way, sat Andy Gaff, a solitary re-
proachful ghost, silvered over with the
moonlight. Bess ran to his side.
Andy! how lonely and forsaken you
look! And your head is full of pain
again. 1t was cruel of us all to go
seeking our own pleasure, and leave
you here alone with your suffering"
He knew the voice Of friend. His
hands dropped from his head. He
grasped her dress eagerly.
It must CO." he said, in hoarse
voice; they're waiting-they're ex-
pecting me-it's time-time!"
why, so tits, Andy-more'n time
for all of US as calls ourselves honest
folks, to get to our beds" grumbled
Uncle Caleb. you're about as sensi-
BILE as anybody, though you have lost
some brains" And he shuff1ed into
the cottage, drawing Andy with him.
Does he suffer much pain?" asked
Hume, glancing at Rose, who stood on
the lowest step Of the porch, her blue
ribbons futtering in the night wind.
Yes, suppose So" she answered
indifferently; that is, l don't know.
1t really cannot matter, for he isn't
aware of it-at least, not much. A few
months ago Bess sent for Portland
doctor to come here. 1t COST don't
dare tell you how much. She paid him
herself; and, after all, he could do
nothing. He said the case was hope
less.
Hume lifted his hat, and went off
across the cliffs, through the bright
moonlight
A few moments later the two girls
ascended to the chamber which they
shared together, and began to make
ready for bed.
I've had a delightful evening" said
Rose stretching her pretty mouth in
yawn; but my new ribbons are spoil
ed and there's a dreadful rent in my
dress-you must mend it for me to-
morrow. Mr. Hume does dance divine
ly. l like him so much-so much!"
Bess had turned her back on the
pretty, frivolous creature, and was
drawing the pins from her satin-black
braids.
You have no business to like him
at ALL" she answered, severely. you
made me very unhappy tonight, Rose.
"Pooh!" scoffed Rose; and she set
about smoothing out her tangled gold
hair. Suddenly there was a gasping
cry-the noise Of comb flying against
the opposite wall, and 10! Rose was
down on the painted floor, clasping her
cousin about the knees, and sobbing
out, Il don't care; 1 don't care! Life
grows more unbearable every day
Why will you not let Uncle Caleb send
Andy away to some asylum? Why pay
his board out of your own small for
tune, and force us all to tolerate-to
care for him here? He is nothing to
YOU, yet you put me to shame a dozen
times a day by your kindness and de-
votion to that idiot. Oh might have
done better-I had so many lovers!
Why did l throw myself away upon
him? 1t kills me to think of it now
Both you and Uncle Caleb opposed my
marriage. You said l was too young
too childish to be any mans wife. But
I would not listen to either of you, and
now, see how have been punished"
She ended with cry Of poignant
despair. The elder girl dropped
promptly down to the level of the
younger, and gathered the slight figure
into her arms Long black braidS min
gled with copper-gold curls. The olive
and the rose-leaf cheek pressed each
other, and both were wet with tears.
Rose" said Bess Hillyer, solemnly
81 do not see how anyone but God car
help you, since He only can restore
that which has been taken. My dear
my dear! Andy shall never go to ar
ASYLUM! If life is hard for you, how
much harder is it for him? II you
pity yourself so much" reproachfully
pity him still more! You loved hin
once-remember that. Be kind-bt
patient-make the best of your spoiled
life. AS for myself" she grew very
pale, but set her lips firmly; Il think
| am doing right. Andy is something
TO me-a fellow being-the victim of &
shocking misfortune. Christian char
ity-nO. common humanity, forbids u:
TO do less than we are now doing
Think what he once was, Rose. anc
what he now is. We are his only
friends. oh, Rose" with a burst o
irrepressible Indignation, "he loved
YOU! How can you be so hard, Sc
heartlcss?"
Il want Uncle Caleb to send hin
away-away-at once!" clamOred Rose
The tempest which was shaking th'
Younger girl seemed to communicate
itself to Bess.
Never" she cried for the secont
time. I'VE will take care Of him here
always-always. He is harmless-h'
gives little trouble to anyone. In al
ASYLUM he might be abused-neglected
He loves us
oh" interrupted Rose, with ges
ture of horror.
And so far as Andy can comprehend
misery, he would be miserable were n
taken away from u.s.
Rose lifted a face like rain-we
lily.
why do you not think Of me lit
tle9" she uueried, angrily. II tell yol