Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-04-20

1.-The Remains. All the same, we are
lboth fighting, tooth and nail, for place
lin her will. En- passant. Miss Ferrers,
you have gone off horribly in your
looks Of late-you are actually as yell
low as a wasp"
Il 1t was not long before the conversa-
ton around the table turned, natural
lily enough, on the disturbed condition
of the neighborhood.
"Bless my SOUL" cried Pere Talcott,
'it seems that Francis Heron received
a visit from burglars two or three
nights ago: but in some we She got
wind Of their coming, and the-ascals,
discovering that he was prepared for
them, ran off without attempting mis-
chief. Lucky for Heron, that!-he had
a good sum of money in the house at
the time.''
"Cowardly beasts!" said the lively
IGwendoline Had known Of the dam
/ ger, 1 would have gone to the help Of
Heron and that handsome parson, Mr..
Vivian. I shot a deer in the Adj
/ tTOHudChS ldSl AASS SAAo
lars, this season, at Blackwater? I
always, sleep with a six-shooter under
my pillow, though paw objects to Its
use on general principles"
Owens aim frequently becomes pro-
miscuous," exclaims paw" land then
she riddles things. Well, we, too, have
had a narrow escape, here at the villa
Our butler Collins
HE was heavenly" interpolated
Gwen, in high excitement; equal to
anything English! I could cry aloud
when think of that dreadful, delight
full creature!"
Don't mix your adjectives so reck-
lessly, Gwin," demonstrated paw"
"As 1 was saying, Collins seemed a
trusty fellow; but just heaven! what
do you think? Two nights ago, slip
of paper was thrown into the porch,
scrawled over with these words: Col
Inns is a scoundrel and traitor. Look
out for the contents Of the plate closet
at the foot Of the stair OF course
discharged the man
"And he swore at paw, till the air
was 'blue!" cried Gwen, (which we
considered positive proof that the fell
low had designs on the plate"
IF knew the party who wrote the
warning, and saved the silver" piped
Aunt Talcott, with her ear-trumpet
resting rakishly on the curve Of Sir
Griffin Hopewood's arm, II would send
him my photograph"
Gwen Talcott turned her attention
suddenly to me.
DO you read the newspapers, Miss
Ferrers?" she asked, as she attacked
an aspic Of foie gras. II, for one, dote
upon all blood-curdling things. Now.
| there was that robbery of bonds and
securities at the Bullion Bank few
days ago. Is 1t possible that you do
not drink champagne?-whata prude!
dare say you belong to the Blue Rib
bon Society? Well, nothing bolder ever
happened in New England, paw says.
Thousands Of dollars gobbled up, and
the only wise ones, the gobblers them
L SelNSS, WIN Sol oo1Ciy VII Win eAiSAA
booty, and are now circulating about
in our very midst. perhaps, unknown
and unmolested."
That Bullion Bank affair."" said Pere
Talcott, meditatively, reminds me Of
a similar crime that occurred at the
Hub a good many years ago-well, be-
fore the young people at this table
were out Of their alphabet. The lead
er Of the business was an accomplish
ed scoundrel-his name, If my men,
ory serves me right, was Langstroth.
Il He had an accomplice, a weaker ves-
sci, who afterward killed himself in
Jail. The booty was recovered. Lang
troth got ten years at hard labor.
Both men were we'll educated, we'll
connected-one had married a young
girl Of great wealth and social posi-
ton. Gracious heaven! Look at Miss
Ferrers-shes fainting!"
The table, with it's lustre Of plate
and damask and old Nankin porcelain,
it's flowers and Venetian glass, spun
round and round before my failing
sight 1 heard a cry Of mingled grief
and alarm from Sergia Pole, and then
Sir Griffin snatched me up, and car
ried me to a sofa.
, 1T was the heat" cried Sergia, de-
!. family.
|, "And those dreadful stories!! added
, Gwen Talcott.
n l begged Miss Carbury to take me
, home Sir Griffin, regardless Of ap-
pearance, hurried away with US.
, knew that the hour of fate had struck
for me- In the Chestnut Walk at
Wolfsden, where my lordly lover had
first talked to me of love, / sat down
on a garden chair and began to trace
/ figures blindly on the gravel with the
tip Of my parasol. Sir Griffin hurried
, to my side, his bonny Saxon face full
of tender apprehension.
, Leave us alone" I said to Miss
Carbury: and she went away up the
walk without a word. l turned and
looked at my lover.
} MY darling" he began, in a troubled
voice. what gave you that sudden
turn?"
THE stories" answered, "as Gwen
t Talcott said-particularly that one
about the scoundrel Langstroth, who
r robbed the bank. 1t was very unpleas-
ant, was it not?"
"Abominable," assented Sir Griffin.
DO not touch mel" 1 cried, as he
e suddenly stretched out his arms to
gather me to his heart. do not look
at me! I ought to cry 'Unclean! like
! the lepers of old. Here-take back
I Lady Hopewood's ring!" and I tried
to draw it from my hand. Let no one
A know that you have stopped to seek
me for a wife-that you have disgrace
I ed yourself by wooing the daughter OF
, felon. Yes. it is quite true Lang
( stroth's accomplice-the man who kill
/ ed himself in Jail to escape punishment
WAS my fatheri"
| There was an appalling Silence-hoW