Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-09-03

Two men enter together and take
conspicuous seats in the parquet
The first is a young viking, stalwart
and heavy limbed, with an air OF
youth about him that never outlasts
twenty-five. The other was ever
younger, but darker and remarkably
handsome, with a Manfred cast Of
countenance, full Of dash and devil
He wears a cloak and shivers undel
it, though the house is well warmed
He knaws his fine red lip good deal
and is somewhat reckless in his speech
and manner. The first Is Serle Var.
neck, born to q good name and
mighty fortune. The other Is a fas'
young scene painter-a sad dog, with
out money or friends or family. His
name Is st. John.
UP went the green curtain.
varneck drew from its velvet case
glass, mounted in pearl and gold.
mot so fast, dear boy" said the
scene painter, carelessly. "She does
not come on till the second scene
Cool your impatience and look around
you. The little houri draws goot
houses"
Half the men are her lovers,
suppose" answered Varneck, his
blonde face turning a smarting red
Her house at the West End. I hear
Is besieged late and early; but she has
dragon to guard it in the shape oi
an old duenna, and n male foot gets
inside"
st. John shrugged his shoulders
whimsically.
Commend me-" he said, ito the wo-
man who wears her heart elsewhere
than on her sleeve for davis to peel
at. BY my faith, your talk savors Of
personal experience, Varneck. Have
you been tapping at the bolted door?'
Red as fire Varneck grew.
And If l have?"
Sans doute, you found that little
Paulette, though the daughter Of &
French actor, is as prudish as a Puri'
tam"
Il found nothing but frightful ole
woman, in a high Normandy cap ant
with a beard on her chin, who appar.
emily knows but one word Of English
and that is 'Go!' She shut the door II
my face. st. John-this in confidence
i would marry that little girl tomor'
| II, he,
"Ah! eh?" answered the painter
with a fiery, flashing glance at th'
blonde, good -natured face. Marry {
French actress What would YOU
people say t. that? What would tht
world and society say?"
do 1 care for the world or socie
ty?" retorted Varneck, hotly. "Deuc'
take them all! OF course, there woult
be a general row at home-mulisf
and stiff-necked the Varnecks are
proud as Lucifer Of their blood. Tha
wouldn't matter, though. She ha:
bewitched me, l think. The though
of her tortures me day and night.
would lie at her feet and let her tram
pie on me! I would sacrifice to hel
everything I hold good under the broad
| heaven! Is that love?"
Sounds like it," said st. John
such love as men talk at twenty five
Others have had the same flights o
folly before today, and they have be-
gun and ended as yours will-in word!
I-words!"
Heaven bless mel" said Varneck
turning on the other a raging, suspi
cious look. Il believe you are in low,
with ner yourself! AS scene painte
here you must see a good deal Of her
first and last. Not many Of her ad
mirers get into the green-room, I fan
cy. It's doors, Of course, are open t.
you."
And if 1 am in love with her." an
swered st. John, carelessly; "the con
sequences Of such a mishap would b,
less disastrous to me than to you, dea
boy. Hush; here she comes!"
He clutched Varneck's arm. A fer!
flush rose suddenly and overspreat
his dark face. At the same moment
like a bit of thistle down, danced ou
upon the stage the little queen of tn
night-Paulette.
i Young she was, almost to childish
ness, and exquisitely petite. She look
ed like a Titania. Her face was ;
perfect oval, and on its blonde skill
paint or powder there was none. He
eyes were as black as a Pawne
squaw's. Startling was the contras
betwixt their glorious darkness an,
the abundant yellow hair that show
cred over her white shoulders an