Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-07-17

Iclam digger Bring your cool Drall
land keen eye to the cape, and you will
find occupation for BOTH
Hume had paused in the friendly
shade of some wayside trees to read
the letter. His back was to stately
garden WALL overtopped by English
hawthorn. He leaned meditatively
against the gray stone, smiling at his
own thoughts.
Poor old Jack!-rescued from ty-
phoid, he must tumble into love! Who
shall say that the last state of the man
is not worse than the first? Cape Des-
olation-a sailor girl-a terrible case
pooh! What a medley! OF course, I
cannot 60"
He put the letter back in his pocket
AS he did so thud of approaching
hoofs saluted his ears. Miss Fassel
mounted upon a superb bay horse, ap-
peared in bend Of the road.
She wore an English habit Of dark
blue cloth, a small, round hat of the
same color, and silvergray gauntlets.
Her slender figure stood out in bold
relief against the green trees and high
stone wall which framed her on either
side. She drew rein at sight Of Hume.
81 fear you are lost" she said smiling.
"No," he answered.; "only seeking
fresh fields and pastures new"
You may not know it," she said;
"but you have stopped directly at my
own gate. Yes, this is Windmere," as
he started up from the WALL coloring
hotly, my birthplace, All, how awk-
ward"
The exclamation was called forth by
coil Of loosened hair which fell SUM-
denly on her shoulders from under her
hat brim. Like huge twist Of bronze
silk shot through with yellow CLEANS,
it swept down to her saddle.
"I have been riding far and fast"
she said "and the wind is high. Un-
fortunately, 1 lost sight of my groom
some time ago, and have no idea where
he now is May ask you to hold my
whip and gloves. Mr.. Hume?"
He took the whip and gray gauntlets'
and with a dexterous turn of her white
wrist she gathered up her escaped
tresses, and pinned them quickly In
place. Hume gave one look at the sup
ple curves Of her fgure-at the high
bred face so cool and unembarrassed;
then his eyes sought the distant land
scape and he did not even glance to-
ward her again till she reached for her
gauntlets.
Now that you find yourself at my
very door, Mr.. Hume" she said, sweet
ly. II beg you will not refuse to take
cup Of tea with Aunt Latimer. She is
at home, and will be glad to welcome
you"
A sudden dazzling smile, such as
she had never bestowed on him before,
accompanied the words. Go with her?
He could not help himself! Like a
man in a dream, he walked by the side
Of the bay horse, through the stone
gates, and up the long driveway to
Windmere.
At the door she sprang from the sad
die, hardly touching the hand which
Hume held out to her, and went away
to doff her habit Aunt Latimer arose
from a seat on the piazza. and came
forward to greet her visitor.
$50 glad to see you, Mr.. Hume"
And she drew him Hospitality to a seat
amid the ferns. POSITIVELY, Edith ev-
cry day grows more and more like an
English woman. She finds her chief
amusement in her horses and dogs. 1
dare say that poor groom is lost again
he always is when he tries to follow
| her"
Hume glanced around. The piazza
was bower of tropical plants, set In
huge Moorish jars Magnificent roses,
varying in hue from fairest white to
darkest crimson, Haunted on the posts
and the balustrade. Two or three COL
lie dogs lay stretched along the floor.
Through long windows, opening this
way and that, glimpses of luxurious in
teriors were revealed-a mahogany
room, with walls of soft willow green
and draperies Of salmon tinted bro
cade-a salon with ivory enameled fur
niture, and walls paneled in blue and
gold. The peacocks were spreading
gorgeous plumes on the terrace, and all
the air was heavy with the perfume OF
the roses.
Let us have tea on the piazza, Aunt
Latimer," said Miss Fassel, appearing
suddenly in glass door behind Hume's
chair.
Her riding habit had been exchanged
| for a dress of dull-blue faille. Its full
falling oversleeves were tucked up to
show close medieval undersleeves, stifr
with gold embroidery. A high collar
and pointed girdle Of the same rich
stuff gave a fetching air to the cos
tune. A golden dagger was thrust
through the bronze coils of her hair.
A servant brought out the tea SER
vice, and laid it on round table In
the midst Of the tropical plants. The
rattling of the Sevres cups and the
old Dutch galliot spoons made cheer
full sound in that bower Of bloom Miss
Fassel poured tea for her guest, and
Aunt I.atimer helped him to delicious
little cakes and a dish of crimson
strawberries.
And Hume?
All in a moment he became aware
that he was poor unknown and halt
ing in speech-that his clothes were
shabby, ill-fitting, and permeated with
lingering odors of anaesthetics-that
he was the last person on earth VINO
should be sitting there with that raw
lishing patrician girl-Lepel Ellicotts
forSaken lOvei
1T is good to be once more at Wind
mere in dear, beautiful June" Aunt
Iatimer was saying, with her kindly
old face turned upon Hume. You see
last year. at this time, Edith and l
were abroad. l am miserable travel
er and the dear child insisted upon
going everywhere and seeing every
thing You can't imagine, Mr.. Hume,