Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-01-07
CHAPTER XIX.
Jetta Speaks Again.

ed since the night of Hawkstone's re-
turn, and 10, a wonderful change has
come to Tempest Island. An army of
Invaders is in full possession Of every
thing here-stlyish, we'll dressed inva-
ders, of the best possible manners.
They came down upon us like the
wolf on the fold" Our quiet Is gone,
our peace broken.
There was never anything like 1t in
my time" says Mrs. Otway. Il re-
joIce that Mr.. Hawkstone can find 1t
in his heart to gather these people
about hlm-to look the world in the
face again"
The long closed guest chambers are
flung wide open. Yachts ride in the
roadstead. Beautiful society bellies and
elegant gentlemen lounge in the stone
porch and fiirt on the terraces. There
are gypsy teas and clam-bakes on the
shore, long rides across the island
moors on Hawkstone's blooded horses,
hunting in the island woods, which
abound in game, and dinners Of great
magnificence. Indeed, life has become
one merry-g 60 round at Tempest Is
land.
But not for Jetta Ravenel, the gov
erness. I am in the midst OF this
grand company, but not Of them. Bee
and keep mostly to the schoolroom.
The child, timid by nature, and made
more so by her infirmity, shuns her
fathers guests, almost as much as do.
Vincent Hawkstone is here, thrusting
himself upon my notice whenever the
opportunity offers. which Is not often,
for avoid him studiously.
Vincent has brought friends with
him from Whlthaven-among them, a
Colonel Latimer, who wears an eye
glass and diamond pin, and has won
glory in the tented field, and a blonde
young man named Dudley, Vincent's
partner in law. Yachtsmen are here,
and fashionable matrons with fair
young charges, a governor, some trav-
eled people, whom Hawkstone met on
the Nile, a Whithaven judge with two
stylish daughters, a dashing brunette
widow from Gotham, named Mrs. Van
Dorm, and l know not how many more.
Daily Mrs. Otway tells me Of new ar
rivals, but as these people are nothing
TO me, find it difficult to remember
their names. In the midst Of all the
festive confusion. i seek only to be left
alone with little Bee.
Our schoolroom has old-fashioned
windows, with deep, cushioned seats.
Yesterday, as I sat with my pupil IN
one Of these comfortable hooks, watch
ing the sun sinking behind headland,
the child said:
Miss Ravenel, a sick gentleman
came over in a yacht from Newport
last night, with a valet and young
lady. The servants brought him up to
the house. He Is particular friend OF
papa's, and some dreadful thing has
lately happened to him-T heard Mrs.
Otway say so.'
You should not listen to conversa-
tion that Is not intended for your ears,
Bee" 1 said.
| MY pupil paid no heed to this oft
repeated rebuke, but continued, un-
abashed:
"The sick gentleman does not leave
his room-he must be very bad; but l
saw the young lady walking In the
porch with papa this morning. She is
tall and fair and she loves dogs. Her
name Is Doris Rokewood. She was
telling papa something, and she was
very pale, and she said: I felt sure 1t
would be better for Mr. Sutton to come
here-at least, it will divert his
thoughts from that dreadful matter.
Oh, Mr.. Hawkstone, he Is determined
to let justice take its course Then
papa saw that I was listening, and he
sent me away"
Before l could reply, the schoolroom
door opened, and Basil Hawkstone en-
tered.
You have turned hermitess since my
guests came, Miss Rayenel,' he sald'
towering grand and tall in the low
room.
| II am simply trying to keep out OF
the way Of so many awe-inspiring peo-
ple," l answered.
He approached our window with an
unwOnted gentleness in his cold, stern
face.
"On close acquaintance you would
probably find my guests anything but
awe-inspiring. How depressed you
look. Has anybody dared to annoy
you?"
l felt the blood leap to my face.
NO; 1 am anxious about MY mean
near relative-that is all"
Your brother?"
| How do you know that?"
You have no living relative but
brother Ny mother made me ac-
quainted with your history long ago."
l looked him full in his gray eyes.
Bee has just been telling me that
you have a Miss Rokewood among your
guests. Is this the lady to whom my
brother is engaged"
| He seemed i'll at ease.
| Yes. She is here with her guar
dian; but the engagement is off"
| My heart sank.
And is Gabriel still secretary to MIR.
Sutton?" | faltered.
NO." replied Hawkstone, very
gravely.
| l leaned involuntarily against the
window seat.
1T is even as l feared" murmured.
MY poor, foolish boy! Oh, Mr.. Hawk
stone, can you tell me where he now
is?"
Il cannot" he answered, in evident
embarrassment. You are no longer In
direct communication with him, them?
l shook my head in a fOrlorn way
"Oh, no! Gabriel has not written to
me for long time!"
MY poor child, do not break your
heart over him." he began, and then
nauSed abruptlys and changed the con-