Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-09-21

| ow Of the door intently watching her.
He stood so still that he seemed a
part Of the shadow itself; but as she
raised her eyes with a start he came
| forward.
Lights, Mrs. Hare" he called. "Will
you ring for tea, also? Let us have 1t
here, If Miss Arnault does not object
to the presence of her physician over
the social cup"
Certainly not" said Sibyl, civilly;
and Patty brought up the tray. Var
neck took from it an eggshell cup Of
old china, and drank his tea as he
leaned against the mantel at the foot
of Sibyls sofa. Il suppose" she said,
plucking at some withered mignonette
on her breast, Il suppose no answer
has yet arrived to my telegram"
None" answered Serle Varneck
Mamma will send for me by tomor-
row, most likely" she mused
He lifted his brows.
Let us hope not You will not be
able to travel for many days yet. Are
you homesick already?"
Can one be said to be homesick,
she answered, "who never had home?
know that mamma lived at Ham
merton, Long Island, but I have no
memory Of the place. I do not think
I ever saw It,"
He put down his china cup.
my reputation as a physician Is at
stake" he said, "and shall insist upon
keeping you here till your wound Is
healed"
Then he rolled swapping hickory
log upon her fire and departed in the
wake of the tray. She lay a while
gazing into the fire. Presently a
strain Of organ music came floating
and tanning up the stair to her ears
Sibyl started and listened.
First she heard a faint prelude, like
drops of rain preceding a full-charged
shower; then a great thunderous crash
of grandest, sweetest volume storming
after, filling the house, rising and
soaring triumphantly then falling,
wailing, groaning, in the plaintive mi
nor cords. Could Serle Varneck have
carried his matchless melody into hell,
the souls in torment there would have
had at least one taste Of heaven in
listening.
Sibyl lay like one entranced. She rec
ognized an anthem from Mozart, Bee
thoven's perfect measures, portions OF
Verdi's operas, an aria from Faust;
and what a marvellous interpreter the
grand masters had in this autocrat
| of Beechwood who had been crossed
in love! Soaring high, sinking low,
every note that quivered to his touch
seemed a divining rod striking high
est heights of bliss or probing untold
depths of passion and pain. Suddenly
there was a crash, long-drawn, dy-
| ing wall, and all was still.
A few moments after Patty ran out
upon the landing. puzzled. terror
stricken, and confronted tall figure in
Il dressing gown ascending the stair,
carrying in his hand a bronze lamp in
the form of Il lily cup.
"Oh, sir," cried Patty, Il can't think
what the matter Is, but she's crying
fit to break her heart!"
Varneck took two strides across the
landing and stood in Sibyrs room.
She lay with her face buried in the
pillow, convulsed, as Patty had inti-
mated, from head to foot with sobs.
] She did not see Varneck till he leaned
over her. lifting her up by main force
Miss Arnault!" he cried, in lively
alarm" stop! You will do yourself
harm-you will be i'll! Stop. l en-
treat you! What is the matter?'
She lifted her dark, beautiful face,
the great, grand eyes tear-wet.
"Why did you cease playing?" she
cried vehemently. You brought it
back to me so vividly-that sweet. fair
woman's face II was like q vision. /