Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-09-17

Over Paulette's yellow crown he
looked at Sibyl. The girl had paused
just inside the door, where the light
fell full upon her rich young beauty
the slim, straight figure, the high-bred
face, with its midnight eyes and hair.
General Guilte stared at her; his smile,
his courtly old-school air vanished.
"The name; I did not hear the
name," he said, quickly.
"Arnault," answered Paulette. Il
have written it a dozen times in my
letters, guardy. Pray, come forward,
Sibyl You two must know each 9TH
er-you must be friends"
Sibyl came forward accordingly and
bowed to the old soldier.
"I should like you better" she said,
smiling sadly, ''if you were not TAX
ing from me my best friend"
He did not answer at once His
whole aspect had grown strange and
stony, but the veins on his forehead
stood out like whip-cords.
'Rubbisn!" he burst forth at length.
You are short of friends, indeed, If
you count this little butterfly your
best one. Arnault! BY the thunder
Of heaven! I had hoped never to hear
that cursed name again so long as I
should live!"
Sibyl recoiled. His old eyes flashed
fire as he stared down at her. Greatly
alarmed and mortified, Paulette in
stinctively stepped between them.
"Guardy! guardy! Why, what Is
there so dreadful in Sibyrs name?
This is not like you!" bursting into
quick tears, while Sibyl herself stood
unmoved and expressionless. Il am
sure you quite forget yourself"
He softened, as strong men always
do at sight of a weeping woman, but
into his face came a sort of sullen
gloom.
True" he cried, quickly. what
business have to make a scene like
this? I do forget. Your pardon, child
temper. What's in a name?' Hers
has an unpleasant sound, because It
was once worn by a person who
wrought me deadly harm. What Of
that? One ought to forgive at my
age, but l have a heart like mill
stone. Is your baggage ready, Pau
lette? Then, by all means, make your
good-by and let us be gone"
He had grown testy, cold and alb
rupt in a moment. He turned from
the two girls and stared out Of the
window-out into the dark drenched
playground.
Paulette touched Sibyls arm.
WAS ever anything so absurd?" she
murmured. Your name! Do not
mind him-pray, do not-he will for
get it tomorrow-old people have al
ways ftful tempers. Here comes
Miss Essay and the Angus. Embrace
me! You will write all the same
come to see me all the same in Mary
land? There; good-by to condolences"
A great hustle ensued, everybody
crowding around the petted beauty Of
the school for a parting word-Miss
Essay lauding her loudly to that grim
old ramrod of a general who still kept
his forbidding look; the porters bring
ing down her baggage from the dor
mitory above: the shrill voices Of the
girls. Sibyl Arnault stood like a
statue and heard and watched all this
heard Miss Essay remark that it was
a bad night for travelling, and then
Paulette's arms were around her for
the last time-Paulette's kisses fell on
her face.
Good by! good-by! Shall she not
come to see me in Maryland, guardy?"
she hears Paulette whisper.
IF you like" he answers, coldly.
Hazel Hall is to be your home. You
are always free to invite whom you
will to me t you there"
Then one glimpse of Paulette's beau
tiful face peering back at her from
the carriage door, another Of the
frowning old man who hates her, as it
seems, by instinct, and the wheels go
around, the dark falls, Miss Angus
closes the door with a sigh and all is
over.
Sibyl sat down upon the stair. Ev-
erything for the moment seemed SWIM
ming before her eyes.
You will miss her greatly" said
the under teacher as she turned and
saw the lonely figure in its attitude Of
deep detection.
when will my turn come? Oh
Miss Angus, when will my turn Gomez"
cried Sibyl, from her full heart.
Speedily. let us hope, since you
long so to leave u.s." sighed Miss An
gus.
'Is one to go on in this way content
for ever?" demanded the girl, clinch-
ing her fierce little hands. 81 cannot
will not! I shall die If stay here
| longer-I shall. indeedi"