Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-12-15
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thinking that some one else nau peer
in the same fix. BY the way, a tele
graph operator here brings me some
thing nearly every day. Says that he!
lifelong friend Of yours. Told mt
to tell you that he was about to picl
I'D a piece of calico and take it home
with him-said that you would under
stand. Now, you go on home and stay
there until the trial. You have al
most worn yourself out. You and tht
general are still on good terms, sup
pose. Wish you could slip over there
and see Millie. Do you know wha
Chyds waiting for? He's waiting t
see how the trial goes. Bill, I'm be-
ginning to feel sorry for Stuart. Blu
his face doesn't come up before me a
night with a death-look. There's
good deal of nonsense about that sor
of thing. When l see him he's alway:
sitting on his horse, cursing me. AnC
that's not very pleasant. Go on, Bill
I have kept you too long. It's nearl!
night"
Old man Jucklin was smartly en-
couraged when 1 told him what the ex'
Judge had said, and he related num-
Der of anecdotes of the old fellow:
early days on the circuit.
"Oh, help is comm our way" ole
Limuel said, and his wife, pointing tc
her book. replied 1T has always beer
with u.s."
"At the stake" he answered.
l did not speak Of having seen Chdy
had no right to do so, for l knew
that he was now an additional distress
But the next morning when Guinea ant
I were alone at the breakfast table SHE
asked me if had not met him dowr
the road-said that she had seen hin
crossing the meadows with his dogs.
began to quibble and she spoke uI
spiritedly: "Oh, you shouldn't hesitate
to tell me. 1t amounts to nothing, I'm
sure"
Il must manage some way to see
Millie," 1 remarked, determined to say
no more about Chyd lest l should lose
my temper.
Il hope you won't go to the house
she replied, her face coloring.
II won't, but didn't know but thai
1 might see her going to a neighbor':
and them"
NO" she broke in, Il hope yor
won't even do that. She must know
how we feel, and if she had any inter
est in us she would come over here
No, won't say that don't know what
she may have to contend with. But
her brother could come If he wanted
to, but it makes no difference, I'm
sure"
Suppose 1 meet Millie in the road;
shall speak to herr"
Surely, but don't ask her why she
hasn't been to see us. What did Chyt
say?"
Not much of anything said that sc
long as people were romantic they must
expect trouble"
She frowned and thus replied: "A
good authority on the evils of ro'
nance"
why not an expert on the thrills
of romance?" l asked. Hasn't he
played up and down the brooke"
so have the ducks" she answered
with a return of her smile. But lei
US not talk about him-I would rather
not think about him."
l could not play the part of hero;
I was not of the stock that had stood
at the stake glorifying the deed with
a hymn. l had wanted to drop the
subject, not because it was painful tc
her, but because 1t pressed a spike into
my own flesh: but her wish to dismiss
him from her mind urged me to keeI
him there, to torture her with him
Brute? Surely: l have never denied
it, but l loved her, and in love there
is no generosity. The lover who seeks
to be liberal is a hypocrite, a sneak,
thief robbing his own heart.
But how can you put him out OF
your mind if he is worthy of youl
love-" l asked. You did not place
him therein. nor can you take hin
away"
She looked at me a long time, look
ed at me and read me: she did no.
frcwn, she smiled not, but searched me
with her eyes until felt that my mo-
tive lay bare under her gaze. "Yol
would help Alf in his trouble" she said
but you would throw a trouble a
me-"
How sadly s. spoke those words
and my heart fell under them and lay
al her feet in SORROW and in humilia'
stammered and my words We're almos
meaningless.
"Oh, you have my forgiveness, if tha
is what you are trying to ask for
Now, please don't say anything more
| know you didn't mean to make m'
feel bad"
Il think I'd better cut my throat"
replied, taking up table knife.
She laughed at me. How can big
man be so silly? Cut your throat. in
deed. Why, what have you done t
deserve it,"
What have dOne?" l cried, leaning
over the table and making a tumble
as II l would take her hand-"wha
have l done? l have wantonly wound
ed the divinest creature"
She was on her feet in an instant
she put her hands to her ears and shoOl
her head at me. NO, you must no
say that. Don't you see I can't hea
what you say? So what is the use o
saying anything? Think you are ;
brute? No, l don't; but YOU must no
talk like that. I can't hear you
won't hear you. Oh. don't worry abou
Mr.. I.undsford He will kneel at m.
feet"
CHAPTER XIII.