Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-10-12
There was silence. I arose.


"Paulette!" he cried, stop! I can.
not take No for an answer. Think
once more of my love. Am must
always be hateful to you"
The man is, without doubt, an ar.
rant hypocrite, but there was now g
passion in his voice Enthusiastically gen.
uine.
II gave you my answer-my trrevo-
cable answer-two days ago." replied
WAS it so pleasant that you wish me
to repeat It? To tell the truth, think
1t best that one Of us should now
leave Hazel Hail."
He looked at me darkly, wickedly
scending to the breakfast-room, en-
countered Hilda Burr, pale, bilious and
in one of those loose morning toilets
which make her look so venerable.
did you arise" said I carelessly
'in time to see Mr.. Trent OFF,"
She turned upon me, and II looki
could kill should have perished there
and then.
YES" she broke out, "he Is gone
and all because Of you-you, with
your pink and white face, like a china
shepherdess! l wish from my heart
do you hear? from my heart-that you
had died before the general ever
brought you here!"
This amiable outbreak quite over.
came me for a moment.
Il deeply regret" said I, that Mr.
Trent has wasted any sentiment on me
which might have been of value to
you. AS, however, never in any way
sought the gift, I do not see how you
can hold me culpable."
Hilda set her teeth.
You false cat!" she hissed. "you
are-who knows what you are? Not
the general, surely. Oh, the folly OF
an old dotard! But will say no more
know your power over him. He
would, no doubt, turn me from the
house this very day should you bid
him."
Then the door opened, and the gen.
eral himself and Arthur Guilte enter
ed. My dear old friend crossed quick
ly over to me as 1 stood looking out
on the lawn.
"Ah, little Polly" he said, lowering
his voice, 81 see you have been quar-
reling with Hilda!"
"She hates me profoundly"
mo doubt-no doubt. I know Of bu:
one thing that Hilda does not hate
Mr.. George Trent. Don't let her dis
turb you, Polly. See! have brought
you little gift"
He had in his hand an old jewel
box. Opening it as he spoke, I saw
lying therein a necklace Of large, lu-
minous pearls, in a quaint, antique
setting. With his own hands he clasp
ed it round my throat.
Now" he said, regarding me with
troubled face, "you look like a certain
Lady Guilte who wore this same neck
lace at the court of dull Queene Anne
many a long year ago, and whose
portrait is still preserved at Kensing-
ton. Do you see the likeness, Arthur"
The brown bearded person thus ap-
pealed to stared at me with a mock
critical air.
Yes, it is very marked; but the pres
ent wearer seems to be a great i'm
provement over the former one."
I snatched off the pearls in haste.
How kind of you to give me this
guardy," I stammered.
VERY kind" said Hilda Burr, spite
fully; particularly as l supposed al
the family jewels were to be saved
for Arthur's wife,"
June 1S.-Hilda and I dined alone
together To escape her rather tedi-
finished, I ordered my Kentucky mare
donned a lovely vi1let colored habit
which arrived yesterday from Balti-
more, and rode off, unattended, dowr
the charming road bordering the bay.
1 was born, I think, for rider Had
Jean Rale been the proprietor Of cir
Gus tent instead of a third-rate comedy
actor l might, with proper training
have proved to him an estimable bless.
ing. Whisky and l already understand
each other marvelously.
We set forth, determined to make
an afternoon of it, and for a while, al
least, all went well. But the weather
was intensely hot AS Sydney Smith
says. "One longed to take off one:
flesh and sit in ones bones" 1 looked
up at the great, glaring sun, and saw
with joy a scud gathering over it. The
hall we soon left far behind-the bay
vanished also. We came to diver!
branching ways, leading I knew moi
whittier. Into one Of these Whisky