Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-04-06
CHAPTER x-Continued.

NV heart gave great bound, out
could not speak word. Miss Car
hurry went on, in the same gentle tone:
~ have it from good authority that
his lady-mother in England, who, ike
oil her class, makes caste her fetich
is bent on uniting the baronet to
copsin-the daughter Of an earl. Now
in this quiet country house, where ne
,s TO be- the coloners guest for re"
weeks. of course, Sir Griffin seems ex-
act,v like any other American gentle
man. but, my dear Hazel, remember
q ia not American; and it Is easier
for a camel to go through needles eye
than for a titled Briton to forget MS
rank and his class prejudices.
felt a stab of anguish so sharp that
II nearly took my breath. How weak
how foolish had been.
m-will-remember, dear Miss Car
bury" faltered. trying hard to eontro'
my tell-tale voice.
.He is simply amusing himself at
vour expense" she continued, after
the fashion of men Of his kind. 1t was
.candalous-the way he kissed your
hands. there in the hall, before every
body. end with that air OF passionate
devotion, too! or course ne admired
vour beauts-who would not?-but ad-
m,ration counts for little. You must
never. never give him serious
thought. How pale you are, cniid!
Don't look so frightened. so hurt!
he,,eve the most difficult task under
heaven is the management OF young
girls
fortunately, we had reached the
bridge by this time, and / was not
ob,,ged TO answer He had been anus
ing himself at my expense! MISS
Carbury knew the world and Its ways
Il felt sure that she must be right.
leaned against the railing of the bridge
shivering with sudden cold.
Some fine people from the neighoor-
ing villas were there before us, talking
with Sergia and Miss Carbury-i dio
not hear what they said. The dreadfui
river had now broken its bounds, ana
snread into an ugly black lake, with all
sorts of debris afloat on its BOSOM.
The roofs and chimneys OF halr-suo-
merged houses rose grotesquely out oi
the destructive waters. On the right
bank of the stream, Heron's Mills-a
mass Of ugly. red buildings-stiil stooo
unharmed. Boats were darting about
removing people from imperiled DWELL
ings. and rescuing all sorts OF floating
property from the river.
Foremost among the good Samaritans
thus employed, Sergia was quick TO
espy Heron and his friend, Graham
Vivian. She hurried to my side.
Look. HAZEL" she said. "They are
both drenched. I am sure they nave
been in the water for hours. Now,
the colonel and Sir Griffin have Joined
them. It must be very dangerous
work. And what scene Of desolation
and destruction! Feel me, Hazel-do
tremble?"
Desperately" I was about to say,
but the scream Of woman, rising sud
denly on the bank below, struck me
dumb. We looked and saw something
sailing on the rapid, black current
few rods beyond the bridge-a portion
of wooden wall, with household stun
dashed thereto, and clinging to this
piece of wreck, and crying piteously-a
little child!
"Oh, 1t will be drowned!-it will
surely be drowned" gasped, forget
ting self in the sight. Sergia's hand
closed upon mine.
"No-that man, Mr.. Vivian-see!
she said, in a curious, labored tone;
and then became aware that Graham
Vivian had jumped into Heron's boat,
and with steady strokes was pushing
out into the turbulent flood, to meet the
craft as it came drifting down the
stream.
We held our breath. The rescuer
leaned from the boat, and, after several
Intellectual attempts, snatched the child
from his perilous place. Down the riv-
er plunged a fresh mass OF debris.
The swirling current, choked with these
new accessions, caught boat and raft
at the same instant-hurled one upon
the other, and buried both in a black
vortex, under the accumulated wreck
age. A cry Of horror arose from the
river bank as Graham Vivian was left
q
Cling in the flood for his life.
For a space the current swept him
downward with irresistible force, but
he was a superb swimmer, strong, fear
less. Heron and Sir Griffin pushed to
his help in a second boat, but already
he had extricated himself from the ex-
treme peril of the situation, and gain
ed smoother water. With no apparent
signs of exhaustion he made for the
bank. When he reached it, with the
child safe in his arms, a shout went
up from the crowd that made the well
kin ring.
"Oh. he is a hero-a hero!" murmur-
ed Sergia. She leaned, pale and
breathless, against the parapet or the
bridge, her luminous eyes following
Mr.. Vivian, as he placed the rescued
child in the arms of woman nearby
its mother, evidently.
Half an hour after the clouds part
ed, and a gleam of sunshine struggled
through.
1.-The worst is over" said the voice o.
Sir Griffin Hopewood, at my side. Col
onel Rivers will start a subscription
this very day for the sufferers, and heae
the list himself. Let me take you home
Miss Ferrers, before the wind sweeps
you off the bridge-you are but lit.
tie thing
II cannot think of troubling you,"
answered, frigidly. Miss Carbury ha:
me in charge"
He looked as though he had received
a douche.
"By Jove, what have I DONE he
began: but 1 did not wait for the rest