Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-10-22
CHAPTER XIX-Continued. d.


'Philip is quite content to remain
poor. / sometimes used to sigh fol
riches for his sake, because he was al
ways drudging and overworked; but
not since Moppets lost-oh, no;
never talk Of it now"
"Oh, these women!" said Mr.. Trent,
in an aside; "harping forever on one
string-love of lover, or husband OF
child; but forever and always-love!
Clang went the cottage gate. The
doctor advanced up the walk. 1t was
sad to see his grave, dark face bright
en- at sight of the woman waiting
for him under his own vine and fig
tree.
You find it very dull here I'm
afraid?" he said to his guest.
ION the contrary" answered MI
Trent. II have been immensely en-
tertained. Your admirable wife has
Just been relating to me the story OF
her lost daughter"
DIR. Cover looked very grave.
I'VE seldom speak Of it now, ne
said. Our sorrow is so old that I
has ceased to interest others. Come,
my dear girl Is waiting tea; let US go
in"
It was a thoughtful and silent trio
that gathered around Dimples table
ON this mellow summer night. The
doctor made some civil inquiry re-
zarding Mr.. Trent's injured limb.
Thanks" answered the lawyer; 1T
is so far restored that 1 think 1 may
safely leave you by the next train'
though I confess am absurdly reluc-
tant to do So"
DR.. Cover politely pressed him TO
remain, but the lawyer refused.
81 had a little business to transact
in this town." he said, but 1t does not
matter in the least now. Could trou-
BILE you to walk with me to the sta
ton, lest my limb should fail me on
the way, doctor?"
Certainly" answered the doctor.
They arose from the tea-table. Trent
bade farewell to Dimple, who followed
them into the garden. He then lighted
a cigar, took the doctors arm ana
limped away through the moonlight.
"Bless me! how sweet your garden
beds smell by night" he said, sniffing
at them as he passed. Are we out OF
reach Of that admirable woman's ears?
Pray don't hurry. The train does not
start for fifteen minutes yet, and
have something particular to say to
YOU"
.Indeed?" said DIR. Cover.
Mr.. Trent cast his eyes up toward
the moon. His cigar went out, but
he puffed away upon it, quite uncon-
scious Of the fact. They left the cot
tage behind them and paced slowly on
toward the station.
Suddenly Trent stopped and laid his
hand on the doctors shoulder. The
two stood eye to eye-the handsome
fastidious lawyer, the rusty doctor,
aged and gray before his time.
"Dr. Philip Cover" said Trent, i
long ago knew that somewhere on the
earth a person existed who could be
to me Of incalculable value. l have
longed exceedingly to look on his face,
and at last my desire Is granted, for
thou art the mani"
Dimple stands at the window watch
ing those two figures disappear down
the street. They seem to be talking
very earnestly.
"Mr. Trent will be late for the
train" she thinks, in a womanly fid-
get. What can he be saying to In
terest Philip so deeply?"
After a weary while her husband
enters the gate again and advances
toward her up the walk. She springs
to meet him.
Phillip" she cries, my dear boy,
how odd you look! What has Mr..
Trent been saying?"
He kissed her.
Nothing, Dimple II nothing you
could In the least understand"
How pale you are!"
Pale? Nonsense! it is the moon
light" and, averting his tell-tale face
from her, he draws her back into the
cottage