Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-04-06
HERON'S WIFE.

By Eta w. PIERCE.

into the drawing room a telegram fol
Colonel Rivers. He read it, and drew
out his watch.
81 am called away from Wolfsder
for a few hours" he announced. "A
friend of mine has just arrived on the
Scythian, DR.. Bird, the archaeologist
who has been in Thebes digging among
the tombs of the Pharaohs. You re-
member him, Sir Griffin--he dined
with US one day at Langham's in Lon
DON"
Yes, Sir Griffin remembered.
HE wires me that he Is anxious
about a matter of business which he
began abroad. I have just time to
catch the next train to town, II Martin
hurries with the trap"
Everybody expressed regret at the
coloners departure Sergia's fair face
grew pensive.
1--WE shall be quite lost without you,
guardy," she said. do not be long
away"
He leaned over her chair.
Long away from the house that
holds you, my dear child?" he answer
ed. 'T could not, If would"
Then he went.
That night 1 stood in my own cham
ber before a mirror, and looked sadly
at the face reflected therein.
Creamy skin and great Andalusian
eyes, and dusky hair. with auburn
tints showing about the lily temples
of what avail was this beauty. If it
could not win me happiness? Ny whole
life seemed like
Sweet bells out of tune"
Absorbed in heavy thoughts, I stood
gazing into the glass. when a step on
the gravel walk below my window
startled me suddenly. The hour was
late; the house, still. drew back my
curtain and looked out.
A man moved from the shadow Of the
chestnut trees up to the window Of the
dining room, which opened directly be-
meath my own. He raped on the pane.
At the signal the sash was softly rails
ed from within. I thought Of Jael and
her Blackbird lover. Were the pair
keeping tryst under my eyes? I heard
the murmur of two cautious voices
one male, the other female.
Hes off, take It," said the male.
"Yes," replied the other.
ITS a risky job, but he's equal to
anything-hanged IL he isn't! be-
lieve there was never another like him!
Now" mockingly, "if you're Of the right
sort, my lady, you'll be going down on
your blessed marrow bones to pray for
Geerdie- -tonight@
Praying isn't my forte, Joe Bag
ley"
Nor mine! That preacher at He
roncroft has the monopoly Of the bus
mess. It's a thousand pities that he
wasn't drowned in the river today!
Come outside-I can't talk to you here
some Of the gentry might see me, which
would be awkward, you know"
Joe" in a sharp whisper, that girl!
Il must know what he means to do
about that girl. Did he tell you? The
truth, mind!"
II don't remember whether he told
me or not"-the male voice was decid-
edly non -committal. Deuce take all
women, say I! There's no luck for
man, when once your sex gets mixed
up in his affairs. I can guess a few
things for myself, my lady, and one OF
them is what Geordie means to do.
But let's be private, If you please
your hand-come."
The form of a woman emerged from
the open easement below, and stood,
phantom-like by the side Of the man.
Immediately the twain walked away
into the shrubbery together. I watch
ed them till they vanished.
I did not need to be told who the
man was, for I had heard him call
by his name. Martin was asleep most
likely, and his Blackbird rival, Joe
Bagley, had come a-wooing again in
the Wolfsden garden. But in his COM
panion-the female with whom he had
held the above curious CONVERSE rec
ognized, not Jael but the housekeeper,
Mrs. Steele!