Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-11-09

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fore daybreak?" pursued the general
waxing hotter in tone. "Oh. curse thaI
twinge! Without telling a soul whei
he may be expected back, either. Fie
Polly!"
/ She felt the blood streaming up he
temples.
II really don't know, guardy," sht
answered, with all the GOODNESS sh'
could command.
"Oh, you have Quarreled with him, o
course!" growled the general. "Yo'
!; absurd little baggage! When he love-
you, too, better than his own eyes
Come here and kiss me. I'm In
frightful humor this morning, you see
You must write and recall him imme
diately"
Her face grew bleak.
mo. guardy," she answered, fatty
II shall not do that!"
Hilda dropped her sewing, looking
Immensely entertained.
What" cried the general; then it's
as I suspected! And you are the one
to be blamed in the matter, I haven't
a Doubt"
"And IL I am" she answered, with as.
sumed lightness. "why should I be
fonder Of acknowledging myself wrong
than other people?"
Meanwhile, Arthur is to be left In
purgatory, eh? Come, come, you will
full Polly, 1 can't have this! Sit down
now and write to him as l shall die
tate"
She grew wild under this urging.
mol" she repeated. II tell you
will not! You don't know what you
say. I recall him? Not for my life!"
80 bad as this?" he said, fretfully
SILLY Polly-you're as blind as bat!
God bless me! What could you and
Arthur find to quarrel about? Well
we'll! Like all your mulish sex, you
will have it out your own way"
Hilda Burr shrugged her shoulders.
Arthur knows, doubtless what he is
about" she remarked, pointedly.
Tut don't you begin," grumbled the
general; leave young folks alone. It
really isn't our business. Confound
this cushion! Fix it right, Polly! Your
hands are worth any number Of Hill
da's."
| A little color beat back into her face.
She adjusted the cushion to his mind,
kissed with sudden, quick, remorse-
full tenderness his fretful old face. If
Hilda had not been present she would
most likely have dropped her bright
young head upon his bristling gray one
and confessed all. then and there; but
the mocking black eyes Of her enemy
froze her lips and heart alike.
Shall not I sit with you this
morning, guardy?" she asked, wistfully,
read your papers to you or some
thing?
"And hear me growl and swear?
No; Hilda is more used to that. Go
and mediate on your sins--thats the
thing for YOU"
She fed to her room, put on her habT
-
stables and ordered Whisky.
"One last gallop," she said to her
self, as the black groom led out the
Kentucky mare, and all unassisted she
sprang into the saddle-"the last, my
beauty, forever!"
Smartly Whisky's hoofs clattered
down the drive, out, off and away to-
ward the blue. beautiful bay. On her
shining neck Paulette let the rein fall
listlessly. She looked at the broad
fields. the blue waters, the morning
sun, without, seeing any Of these things.
He has gone into exile" she said,
because Of me; and I shall never look
on his face again. So long as / am
here he will not come back. He des-
pises me now, as we'll he may, and I
rejoice in it,"
Did she? Her eyes were heavy with
unshed tears-her face was blanched
with an utter loss and desolation. We'd
ded wife though she was, parted from
him forever, how utterly, how entirely
she loved him still!
Down to the quiet shore Whisky clat-
tered swiftly, and halted with her mis-
tress in the shade Of spreading tree
Paulette looked off across the simmer
ing violet waters with a steadfast gaze
IF thought" she hissed. though her
teeth, that man would ever lay hands
on me again 1 would fling myself in
yonder this very hour, this very mo-
ment, and so end ALL"
For a long time she sat motionless in
the saddle, the rein slipping down
Whisky's neck, the deep blue Of her
habit contrasting with her fluffy yellow
hair and waxen face, her dark eyes fix
ed on the far distance. Suddenly the
clatter Of hoofs close at hand broke the
bitter spell that bound her. She turn
ed in her saddle and saw, advancing to-
ward her at a steady trot, smiling, Sc
rene, elegant, Mr.. George Trent. He
doffed his hat and bowed low as he
reined his horse beside hers.
"A most unexpected pleasure!" said
Mr.. Trent.
II supposed you in the north" she
answered. regarding him with anything
but pleasure.
Il have just. returned from there"
replied Mr.. Trent, extending his gloved
hand to her over Whisky's head. She
took it, but with a reluctant air.
II trust you have had a pleasant
Journey" she said, civilly.
Il have, indeed, beyond my highest
anticipations. You are riding from
the Hall, see. Permit me to join you"
Pardon me! 1 much prefer going
on alone" she answered, frankly.
THE general is at home, presume?"
said Trent, his manner full Of exulta-
tion. II beg to congratulate you on
your engagement with his heir, the
news OF which reached me at the north
1t was but natural, Paulette, you should
prefer the future master Of Hazel Hall
to poor devil like George Trent"
She Strengthened her proud, 1.-the
body in the saddle and snatched up her
rein.