Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-01-10

One was nero III HeI lo"ci a.
watching for Leander. Miss RokeWood
splendidly attired, as became priest
ess of Venus, made an impressive Hero
Her robe of dull-blue velvet was clasp
ed about the waist with a girdle OF
wrought silver. All her fair hail
streamed loose on her shoulders. The
sadness, the pale apprehension in heI
face, as she watched for her lost low
er, seemed more real than feigned.
The second group that remained nix
ed in my memory was Hawkstone as
Edward III. and Violet Van Dorm as
Countess of Salisbury-he kneeling be-
fore her in the historic garter scene
and looking every inch a king" in his
velvet court dress and cloth of gold
mantle.
At last Bee began to tire of so much
splendor. so, after one peep at the sup
per-room, with all it's crystal and
Sevres and old plate, we stole out OF
the crowd and up to the nursery and
Sarah.
On the stair, under the palms ana
orange trees, l met q monk In a blacK
robe, with cowl drawn over his head
He flashed me one look from under the
hood.
lie bon temps viendra." he mutter-
ed. and l knew the. voice Of Vincent
was there, disguised
among his COUSINS guests.
For Gods sake, don't betray me"
he whispered. Il came only to see
you!"
l fled to the night nursery with bee'
who, luckily had not recognized the
monk. Sarah undressed the child, and
she said her prayers in drowsy JERKS
and straightway fell asleep.
Then 1 retreated to my own cham
ber. but not to slumber. The rencon-
ire on the stair disturbed me. LIE bon
temps viendra"-the good time VIII
come. What did he mean by that?
leaned my face against the cool WIN
dow. Nearly all Hawkstone's guests
were to pass the night on the island'
and sounds Of revelry still echoed In
the rooms below. The bOnflres on the
headlands still reddened the outer
gloom.
Another hour passed. The lamp went
out, and left the chamber in darkness
NV eyelids were growing heavy. when'
of q sudden, / heard queer scratch
ing sound in the vines Of the porch.
As | looked, l saw human head rise
out Of the leaves only a te"
feet from my window. A long. dark
body followed it. The figure of man
stood for an instant erect on the ROOF
of the porch, as If taking observations
then vanished round an angle in the
wall.
Was it a. burglar? l remembered the
display of jewels in the ballroom, the
old plate on the supper-tables, and my
heart gave a painful leap. / ran out
into the passage to alarm the house.
then, moved by some inexplicable i'm
pulse. turned back and rushed to Bees
A man was leaning over the child's
bed. pressing something down on her
sleeping face The sickening smell OF
greeted my nostrils.
Help, SARAH" l screamed, and
threw myself on Bee just as the man
attempted to raise her.
The night lamp showed me that his
face was masked. With an oath he
tried to hurl me off.
Let go, curse you!" he cried; but
clung the closer to the child, and
again
Sarah, Sarah! Oh, help"
Out of the adjoining closet burst
Sarah, in her night t-clothes,. bewilder-
ed, but courageous.
Thieves! Robbers! Murder!" she
shrieked.
The masked man struck me savagely,
but l held Bee fast, and Sarah threw
herself upon him with all her might
He shook her off, and sprang for the
window. His legs were just disap-
pearing over the sill when Hawkstone,
still in his velvet-and-g court-dress,
sprang into the nursery.
The childL The child" cried Sa-
rah. "A man has been trying to carry
little miss away, sir"
She is safe, Mr.. Hawkstone,'
gasped. quite safe!" and having flung
the cloth from her face, l laid Bee back
on the bed.
At a single stride Hawkstone was al
the window-out of it-following in the
wake of the masked fugitive! Some
of the truth flashed upon
me. 1 flew down the stair-out into
the garden-to the old dials. There
was the culprit, prone on the grass
with Hawkstone's knee on his breast
As 1 reached the two the island lord
snatched the mask from the face Of the
fallen man.
Give an account Of YOURSELF" he
commanded. l)lu you come mere vi
your own will, or were you sent by an
other?"
A lamp left from the revel. swung
from a bough overhead, shone on the
faces of both men.
Gabriel" 1 cried. "Oh. Mr. Hawk
stone. it is my brother GABRIEL"
Hawkstone arose from his prisoner
suffered Gabriel to rise, also.
Il see." he said. in a cold, hard
voice; "Mademoiselle Zephyr's lover!'
Pale. haggard, disOrdered. changed al
most beyond recognition, Gabriel stood
there by the old dials, face to fax
with both Hawkstone and myself, but
dumb as stone.
ran to the island lord, crying wild
ly:
Let him go; oh, let him go! Tha'
woman has driven him mad!"
Something strange went over Hawk
stones face.
go, then" he said to Gabriel-anc
his voice was very grave-"and do no
come here again, for l have guests ir
this house that you would not like t(
meet-I mean George Sutton and hi: