Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-04-02

| One look at you, MISS terrefS, II
enough to make a man forget that tn
skies are black and the rain persistent
Take these roses-I gathered them 70
you on the terrace just now"
| I'm all this downpour? How kind!
1 answered. II quite pity you here a
Wolfsden, a prisoner of the weather
Sir Griffin, because English people de-
pend largely upon outdoor pleasures fo
amusement"
True" he answered, "but I do no
need your pity. I would not be else
where for the whole wide world!"
After breakfast that morning tn,
coloneps guests gathered in the wains
coted hall, where a cheerful hickory
log was burning away the dampness
and everybody talked of the rain, ant
the river, which was already overflow
ing its banks and threatening disaster
to the territory bordering thereon. II
a lull Of the conversation, Mrs. Var
Vert arose with an air Of mock des.
peration, and proposed a romp at blind.
man's-buf.
ITO such straits are we reduced by
wind and weather." said the colonel
that we accept this proposal witt
profound gratitude"
With d pair of dimpled hands. al
ablazed with diamonds, the pret.
ty widow tied her embroidered
handkerchief about the colonel's eyes
laughing and blushing at her ineffec.
tual attempts to make the knot secure
We entered upon the frolic like school.
Children Even the professor and Mis-:
Carbury joined in it. Immediately
swishing draperies, flying feet and sub
dued laughter filled the old-fashioned
hall. Sir Griffin stumbled over the tai
of Miss Carbury's gown, and measured
his handsome length at the foot Of the
staircase. The professor, with the light
of day shut from his wise, owlish eyes
tripped gingerly along the polished
floor, clhwing the air in vain efforts
to arrest Sergia's fitting shape, and
finally brought up in commodious
umbrella stand, which he filed as q
statue d niche.
At last my turn came to wear the
handkerchief and grope in darkness.
started across the hall, pursuing q
vague rustic and murmur which led
me mockingly on. Hither and thither
I turned with empty, outstretched
hand.
Presently 1 caught desperately al
something-some one-and held fast
My prize stood motionless, breathless
while my hand wandered along broad
shoulder, up to a head Of fine, closely
cropped hair, and at last brushed
against bearded mouth, and was there
seized and covered with hot, swift
kisses. A shout Of laughter rang
through the hall.
II am your captive, now and for
ever" whispered the voice Of Sir Grif-
fin Hopewood. Il surrender uncon-
ditionally."
The game ended soon after in very
unpleasant way. The bandage had
been transferred to Sergia, and In a
sudden rush for prey she slipped on the
parquet floor, and with cry Of feaI
and pain struck violently against the
tall newelpost of the staircase. Colonel
Rivers caught her in his arms.
She was partially stunned-her fail
head fell against his shoulder. A
scream from Miss Carbury brought
Mrs. Steele upon the scene. At sight
Of Colonel Rivers holding his wards
fair but inanimate body the house
keeper came to q rigid stand. A burn
ing red swept her long, pale face. Be-
hind her glasses flashed two points OF
yellow flame, which knew were angry
eyes. The colonel must have seen the
menace in her look, for he thrust a de-
fensive hand before Sergia, and cried
sternly:
Keep off! Don't dare to touch her!
Then, quickly recovering himself, he
said, in a changed voice:
"Will some one give me a vinai-
grette? There! my ward Is coming
round already. Mrs. Van Vert, allow
me to restore your handkerchief
Doubtless we have all had enough OF
blind mans buff"
Mrs. Steele Immediately resumed
her usual docile air.
Martin is waiting to speak to you
outside, SIR" she said. There's trou-
BILE down by the river-some houses are
being swept away by the freshet."
Sergia rallied. In a moment she was
laughing at our scared faces, and then
everybody flew to hear Martins story
The low lands along the banks of the
river, populated mostly by poor people
were now under water.
And Mr.. Heron and the young
preacher have been out there ever since
daybreak, working like horses" said
Martin.
"Then it is time for me to join them
Il am quite ashamed OF myself" an
swered Rivers: and he threw on a wa
terproof coat, and hurried off to the
scene of disaster, and Sir Griffin Hope
wood with him.
Then Sergia suggested that we should
all go down to the bridge, and view
the inundation. Only Miss Carbury
and myself volunteered to do so.
Martin attended us. The rain had
suddenly ceased; but the sky was still
full Of gales and purple-bla clouds,
gashed with CLEANS Of pale, wavery
light.
The bridge was but short walk from
the gate Of Wolfsden.
Sergia hurried on in advance. Miss
Carbury leaned upon my arm. and
looked at me in a troubled way.
my dear, I have something to say
to you," she began, in a kindly voice.
you are but a child-a very beautiful
and innocent child-and I feel that 1t
Is my duty to speak plainly. I do not
approve Of Sir Griffin Hopewood's
marked attentions to a girl who has
neither money nor position"
To be Continued