Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-09-14

Weeks, L oupPooS.
"Oui."
"And sickness is expensive, as
Learned in poor papa's time. Is there
any money in the purse?"
mot SOU"
The little sick mouth dropped dubi-
ously.
But I seem to fare sumptuously
Megrim, and the roof still covers US
How is that?"
Monsieur the general" said Megrim
laconically.
What! He does it?"
"Oui"
She was silent a space, staring uI
at the blank wall.
What news have you heard, Me-
grim, since I have lain here?"
81 have heard, mademoiselle, that
monsieur who was shot has recovered
enough to leave the city. I have heard
his rich mother came in haste to take
him far hence from you. Nothing
more, mademoiselle."
| A spasm contracted the thin face OF
the little convalescent.
Think! there was another person.
"I have seen no other-heard Of no
other, mademoiselle. Monsieur the
manager came-I told him you were
lin. Monsieur the general came also
All, mon Dieu! What should 1 have
done but for him?"
HE is rich, l suppose?" said Pau
lette.
Sans doute. He has blue blood also
and he is a hero-he has been In the
war"
81 will try" faltered the little sick
creature, with her thin hands pressed
to her head-"I will try and think
what is to be done, Megrim;"
The next day she begged to be TAX
en- up and placed in a chair by the
fire. She was moping forlorn over the
Goals, her wasted little figure half lost
in the wrapper flung around 1t, her
smooth brows knit, her dubious mouth
drawn down, when the door opened
and General Guilte appeared, swart
and tall, on the threshold.
What! up and dressed?" he began,
entering briskly. Good! And what
are we doing, pray? Not crying?'
mo" she echoed, mot crying"
He paused by the fire, and looked
down on mel like a cedar OF Lebanon
on some lily of the field.
But we are, thought" he cried.
Don't contradict. We are out of
spirits-we are crying!"
| She shook her head. He regarded
her with something very like grim
humor.
81 have been prying into your his
tory" he said, in dry voice, "and
find you are what people call alone In
the world, my dear"
True" she answered.
| And tired of the stage? I think
heard you say as much the night
first saw you"
| "All the old spirit has gone out OF
mel" she cried, striking her thin hands
together. II could not act now to
save myself from starving"
Then let me put the case" said he
surveying her from under his bleached
brows. "By the thunder of heaven
you cannot be left to your own re-
sources since you have none-am
not right when 1 say you have none?'
She nodded again, and mournfully.
II am a desolate old man." he went
on, slowly; the last of a bad stock;
there's but one person living in whose
veins my blood flows. Life at Haze
Hall, especially with Hilda, is gloomy
as death. would be glad to see there
once more something bright and
CHEEKY and young-something like
you, my dear"
He stretched out to her suddenly hi;
two strong old hands.
"A look in your face, so like another
face I once knew, has touched me tc
the heart Come girl! from this hour
if you will, enter on a new life-be-
come the child of my adoption-the
child of my old age"
. Weak as she was, she sprang up ir
her chair, staring at him blankly.
do you mean it? Can you NEAR
it," she cried.
Surely. Do you not owe your life
J to me? A man always feels kindly to.
ward the thing he has befriended.
came to the north on business. 1t !:
now accomplished, and return t
Maryland But shall place you for {
time in the convent school Of st. Cath.
erine-you see that I have thought thi
matter over before today, and already
planned your future. Forget youl
past life. To Hilda and all others yol
will be my ward. left in trust by {
dead friend-this will save us boil
from curious questions Will you hu
NOR an old mans whim, Paulette
Will you come?
: will l Gomez" she echoed. "Oh
J you mock me! Will one who is drown
/ ing accept a hand thrust out to saw
him? Oh, gladly, joyfully! and bles'
you for it-I bless you for it,"
She ran to him like child and kiss
ed his hand and fell at his knee anC
, told over the story Of her life-hov
; Jean Rale had found her years befor'
on the Beverly rocks; how he hat
J trained her for the stage and died
One thing only she omitted-St. John'
name and her fatal marriage. Thi
she could not bring her pale lips t.
tell. He listened kindly.
MY poor child" he said, forget /
all, as l told you. and begin anothe
and happier life. OF the scandal which
filled the city weeks ago l neither asl
nor care This child-face Of yours
gives it the lie direct-let us never, oi
any pretense. mention it. We mus
leave the city as soon as you cal
travel. Rest easy, and grow stronc
with all speed-your future is now set
tied"
She paled a trifle under his earnes
: eyes. Could she open her heart to hin
further-lay bare to him its one grea
secret. She thought Of the vow sh