The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1909-06-02

proverbial story of an artists Ill for
tune; but Enid was endowed with
plenty of moral courage and common
sense. She determined, If the pic
lures were no good, she must do
something else, and even went so far
as to ask Mrs. Lawson to give her
some ironing to do; but the laundress
shook her head.
"You can never do this, MISS" she
declared; your back 'ud break and
you'd die of the eat. The eat is
somethink awful"
well, I must do something" Enid
answered, with a forced laugh, and
she turned out-of-doors again, with a
xlist before her eyes.
How hard life was! How different
her lot from that of Dorothy's! One
had all that made existence happy,
and the other nothing but despair and
disappointment.
She went along very slowly, her
face looking pure and pathetic, her
eyes veritable stars of beauty under
the brim of her cheap black hat, and
her profusion OF hair that shone like
red gold in the sun, coiled behind her
small head in a picturesque knot.
Her dress of black cotton was made
as simply as possible; her gloves and
shoes were shabby, though neat.
She put up her umbrella to shield
her head from the broiling rays Of the
su7, and walked slowly on and on
till, unconsciously, she found herself
neal Regents Park, and with a sigh
Of fatigue she turned in and sank
YEARLY on n of the benches placed
beneath the trees. Few people were
about, and Of those the majority were
nurse-maids and children; but all at
once Ends attention was riveted on
a man who was crawling along the
path in her direction. He had his
arm in a sling, and a slipper on n
foot that dragged a little when he
walked; his head was bent like an old
mans, but as he drew nearer she saw
that the feebleness came from ILL
health, not from age, and that the
pale face, under his straw hat, was
strangely familiar to her.
She knit her brows, and tried to
think where she had seen him before,
when suddenly he lifted his head,
and like lightning her memory fled
back to the day of the garden party
at Bromley Manor, and to the errand
Dorothy had made her perform, and
she recognized the singularly beau
tiful, yet brutal face that had almost
fascinated her. AS the recognition
dawned in her eyes, so it came to the
man also.
He stopped in his weary walk and
gazed at Enid till the color mounted
to her cheeks.
$50 this is how you get paid for
doing Dorothy Knebwell's dirty work.
is it?" he said with a coarse sheer.
You've learned what she is, ave YOU
eh?"
Ends answer was to rise hurried.
ly; there was a tone in his voice she
did not like, but he put his stick out
sullenly.
Don't be frightened, I amt going
to hurt you, MISS" he observed, with
a faint smile that disigured the
statuesque beauty of his face; "and I
can't run after you, you see."
Ends quick compassion was
reused.
"You are ill.," she said, in her soft.
low voice. II am sorry"
He gave her a sharp glance from
his deep blue eyes, and then turned
his head away.
You're made of different stuff
from her." he answered, enigmatical-
ly; then suddenly: Where is she
now?"
Dorothy" asked Enid, startled
into replying as she was about to
move on. II don't know"
The man sank heavily upon the
seat and wiped his pale brow with the
sleeve of his coat, and the girl stood
undecided. She longed to be away
from his presence, yet some influence
held her to the spot. While she hest
tated her strange companion went
on:
I'm a little changed from the last
time you see me, amt I, miss?
Well, being pitched headforemost out
of a cart takes it out Of a fellow, I
can tell you"
Ends eyes were full of pity as she
glanced at his face, on which lines Of
pain and suffering were legibly writ
ten; then, blushing slightly, she put
her hand to her pocket and took out
her slender purse.
IF you will let me help you a lit
tle," she said, timidly. MY cousin
told me you needed charity, and
So"