Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-05-25

your feet-I care not who looks or lis
tens! Here am, and / will never
rise until you grant my pardon, and
lift me again to the level Of your heart. y
Before she could make q motion to
restrain him, he had flung himself on
his knees before her, and buried his
face in her mourning dress.
"Oh, stop!" painted Hazel. "Sir Grif-
fin, is it possible you do not know that
1 am now the wife of Francis Heron?"
She snatched her gown from the alb
ject, suppliant lover, and turned 20 her
silent, frowning bridegroom.
Did you not tell him?" she cried
with passionate reproach.
NO." replied Heron, sullenly; Il did
not consider it any affair of Sir Griffin
Hopewood's."
Amazed, Mortified, the baronet had
leaped to his feet.
1.-The wife Of Heron!" he echoed
"Oh, cruel, wretched girl"
She pressed one hand unconsciously
to her heart.
rs it for you to call me cruel?" she
said, as If goaded to some sort of de-
fense You never loved me, Sir Griffin
Ny beauty may have dazzled you for q
time, but that was all. 1t was easy
very easy for you to believe me guilty
to leave me alone in the midst Of ene-
mies-to write that unspeakably dread
full letter Of farewell" She shuddered
as If at the opening Of a wound
This matchmaking a reluctant gest-
ure toward Heron-"befriended me
when had no friends; he took 1t upon
himself to prove my innocence, in spite
Of all the evidence against mel"
I'm short" sneered Sir Griffin, "Mr
Heron knew how to seize opportuni-
ties!"
He looked keenly from one to the
other of the two. Never did bride and
groom wear such joyless, tell-tale
faces. The baronet smiled bitterly.
ITO be off with the old love and or
with the new in three days-aw-is that
quite possible, Hazel?"
"A singular question for you to ask?'
she replied-'you, whose love died in
moment-as you assured me in your
farewell letter"
A swift change swept his handsome
angry face. His breath grew thick and
short.
Love does not die in a moment, mol
yet in three days!" he said, hoarsely
What have you done? Perjured your
self-married this Heron in fit Of dis
appointment, or pique, or some other
damnable folly. And you care nothing
for him-you love me; you know, also
that I love you-however I may have
wronged and insulted you."
She made no attempt to refute his
charge. Without, in the street, wheels
were rumbling, lights shining brightly
Night had fallen on the great city
| Within, the candles, under roseare sat
in shades, poured soft radiance dowr
on the unfortunate trio-on the pale
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band and the lover. Sir Griffin went
on, wildly:
I'VE are quits now, Hazel wrung
your heart, and in return you have
broken mine! Oh, poor darling, we
were very happy, were we not? And
meant to have made you happy in al
the years to come. But now you are
] lost to me forever. I must give you III
to this churl, this interloper"-
THAT will do!" interrupted Franci:
Heron. Spare her further torture, Sil
Griffin-you are neither civil nor gen.
erous."
The lover turned and stared scorn-
fully at the husband
"Aw-I offer you my congratulations
Mr.. Heron" he sneered. "Victory, dom
you know, is sometimes more disas.
trous than defeat Hazel is mine thi:
very moment-not yours-never yours