Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-09-07

be like the couples in the story books
I will pay your debts. and you must
mend your ways and be good-good-
and stop soaring me with such dark
looks"
She knelt beside him with uplifted
face, the loveliness Of which was as a
flower Of the field. He looked down on
her with a shamed, mutinous face. She
looked up at him somewhat absently
and thoughtfully.
You told me-" she began, that
had not made brilliant match, Guy
No more have you, sir. Do you know
it?"
and the most tantalizing Of women
answered st. John.
Anything more?"
Il know that l have captured you
partly by force, partly by coaxing, but
that you do not love me-you never
have dreamed of loving me as I have
loved-as I do love you"
Anything more?"
'" nat else SIlOulu ltleIe Ue
81 am sure you would never guess
The person called Paulette is in real
ity, altogether nameless and unknown,
Guy-in fact, foundling!"
He stared-fiushed, too, perhaps
the word has an unpleasant ring.
Nonsense! don't JEST"
II do not" she answered, soberly;
its truth, 1 assure you. 1 want nc
secrets from you-have you any one
from me, l wonder?" looking suspi-
ciously up in his face. would you
like to hear the story?"
Most certainly"
will you promise not to tell?"
Most faithfully"
She dashed her lustrous hair back
behind her small ears and looked down
thoughtfully again in the fire.
1T is fifteen years ago." she began
with a pretty, tragic air." since Jean
Rale. a poor old French actor, went
seeking in the seaport Of Gloucester a
graceless son who had run away from
him and broken his OLD heart. He was
returning from that place one night
afoot, alone, on a dark beach road, in
dreary storm, altogether cast down.
too, because he had learned no tidings
of his boy, when he found me-"
go on" said ST. John; 1T sounds
like a three-volume romance"
Don't interrupt. 1t was a cry he
first heard-a baby's screech, that he
has often said went straight to his sad
old heart. He followed it down over
the rocks and on strip of sands be-
low stumbled upon a child wrapped in
an old shawl lying all alone and de-
serted, with the tide just ready to
sweep it off. That child was myself
He looked at her, but did not speak
"Myself-a genuine castaway, a wait
of the night and the sea. And the
dear old man picked me up, wrapped
me in his coat and went on his way
again, and so brought me to his own
shabby lodgings, and as l had nc
home, gave he his, and as l had neith-
er father nor mother, dedicated his
own barren life to my service and
brought me up in the profession he
loved and then died and left me
heaven rest his sweet, gentle soul!
And that is ALL"
She was silent for a space, busy
perhaps, with memories Of Jean Rale
Now you know whom you have
married." she said at last. II hope
you do not mind! Ought 1 to have
told you before? Papa and l never
mentioned the matter to any one
never talked of it ourselves, even."
He laughed in a short constrained
way.
DO 1 look very much disturbed
And this is all you know, Paulette:
You have no clue to name or kin?
Very odd"
No clue. True, there was a chain
with charms about my throat. but that
signifies nothing. being without mark
| l wear it yet"