Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-11-26

Cover put his hand on the general :
heart-no pulse was there. He looked
into thJ CLASSY, half closed eyes, held
a mirror 20 the pinched nostrils for the
faintest sign of breath, but smooth
and bright shone the glass, and George
| Trent, with his revenge struck from his
hand before he had fully grasped 1t,
stood looking down on the old master
of Hazel Hall, stretched out before
him there, stark and still and dead!
Long before Arthur Guilte could be
brought to the scene the lawyer had
fed, carrying with him the bitter
knowledge Of his defeat, for the gen.
erals will was untouched, and Arthur
still the legal heir of Hazel Hall.
That same day, as the fountain stood
tinkling and splashing in the noon
heat of the square, close carriage
stopped at Mrs. Arnault's door, and DR..
Cover and Pauiette, the latter deeply
yelled, the former very sad and quiet,
ascended the steps, and were conduct
ed by Rebecca to the chamber Of her
mistress.
Stretched upon the sofa, listless, va
cant-eyed, lay the splendid wreck OF
the woman Ernest Guilte had loved.
Even the sight Of DR.. Cover failed to
arouse her. He took Paulette by the
hand and led her forward.
MY dear Mrs. Arnault," he said,
gently, "see, I have at last brought you
your child"
Then Paulette knelt by the sofa and
looked into the black, listless eyes and
laid bare the crimson birth-mark on
her throat and showed the old chain
and the curious charms, which she still
wore. And presently light began to
dawn in that darkened face, and the
shrunken arms snatched and pressed
her down upon heart ready to burst
with its sudden JOY, and DR.. Cover
saw them lying thus entwined, the gray
hair mingling with the golden, the
bright, young face bowed on the haS-
card; white one, and he went out and
left them together.
She came to him after a while, quite
sad.
Il do not think" she said proudly,
that I have any need to blush for
her or for myself. / have made her
understand the disposal Arthur intends
to make Of the Guilte estates. 1t seems
that I am an heiress, and need have no
fears for his future or mine."
After the generals burial and the
reading Of his will, DR.. Cover was
made aware Of the full meaning OF all
these words Of Paulette's.
Not so much as farthins," said Ar
thur, Guilte, will ever touch of this
inheritance. Had he lived he would
have destroyed the will. To you be-
long Hazel Hall and all its possessions.
Did I not make this late restitution for
him I am sure he could never rest In
his grave"
And what" sobbed Dimple, do we
want Of the riches Of one we never,
knew-two quiet, simple souls like
Philip and II"
But Arthur remained firm, and after
long and vain discussions, the rusty
country doctor and his wife bade long
adieu to the Beverly cottage, and, with
reluctant feet, stepped into the gran
deur of Hazel Hall.
Out from its stately door Serle Var
neck carried Moppet, happy bride,
to Beechwood, where, under her reign,
the dogs and Mozart's masses have
again found unoisputed freedom.
A month after the recovery Of her
daughter, Adah Arnault died and left
to her a fortune and her old servant,
Rebecca.
In a rather questionable quarter OF
the city Of Brussels-that paradise Of
fast people with small incomes-lives
in deep dissipation today an American
lawyer and his wife-the latter sharp,
black-eyed woman. who wins clever
sums at piquet, and is no longer In her
first youth.
They are not a happy or harmon
ious pair. She eloped with her hus-
band for love alone-he with her for
the handsome income settled upon her
by DR.. Cover, the same to be continued
till her death. The man is George
Trent-his wife Is Hilda Burr.
THE END.