Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-11-02
By Eta w. PIERCE,

child didn't drown, as desired, but was
picked UP and Is alive and f1ourishine
to the present day."
"Ah!" half shrieked Rebecca, drop
ping her mistress and running aftei
him; what do you say?"
81 say Ernest Guilte's nlegitimate
daughter lives" repeated Mr.. Trent
and as unknown to the general as to
her mother But why waste words on
a pair of mad women? Where's the
young girl she calls her daughter-the
child stolen from the white cottage In
Beverly seventeen years ago?"
Rebecca staggered back. A great
terror swept over her face.
IT'S a lie!" she muttered. Spy!
hypocrite! how dare you come here and
accuse my mistress-poor, harmless
creature that she is?"
Harmless she may be at the pres
ent time" said Mr. Trent, "but chance
to know she has wrought deal OF
mischief in her day. That won't &c
down with me. Where's the young
lady. say?'
There's none here!" screamed Re-
becca, "I don't know what you mean!
Begone!" She ran and raised her mis-
tress in her strong arms. "Begone!
she repeated, land tell the general she
curses him and his-she will never be-
LII ~, Dth hnr "a
or that she owes it's loss to other
than him!"
I'm that case, it's useless to waste
time here" said Mr.. Trent. "Adieu. fol
the present; I will see your mistress
again." and, casting one long look back
at the senseless figure Of the woman
who had worked such woe for the
Guiltes, he hurried out of the chamber
"Stop!" cried Rebecca after him. u
will show you out"
But Mr.. Trent, having the start
would not. for some inexplicable rea-
son, pause to receive this attention
Seeming with unerring instinct the way
he had come, he descended the stair
shot briskly through the dark hall
opened a door and found himself again
in the garden. Leaving Rebecca some
where in the rear, he plunged into Its
friendly shadows, and through them
turned his steps toward that portion
of the wall over which he had made his
entrance. Above the tree tops the
moon was just rising. pouring a flood
of light along the narrow walk which
wound away through the thickets
Doubly bright this light seemed to
fall as he reached the spot, where, on
the PROSTATE tree. he had found the
glove. AS he broke suddenly upon 1t
again, he saw, sitting alone on this rus
tic seat, with the moon showering a
silver rain upon her, a young girl.
Sibyl, as pensive as beautiful as a
Niobe-her white dress fluttering, her
face, with its grand eyes and loose
moving hair defined against back
ground Of shadow behind her With
an exultant thrill, Mr.. Trent stopped
short in his tracks and looked at this
vision.
She heard his step; it started her out
Of her pensive dream. She sprang to
her feet as the dark shadow Of the in
truder heightened on the walk. A hot
swift blush went over her marvellous
face.
"Serle!" she cried, the name dropping
with unutterable tenderness and yearn-
ing from her lips.
Aha" said Mr.. Trent, and stepped
forward in the moonlight. mot Serle,'
added he, lifting his hat; lucky dog
whoever he Is! Pardon-this Is Miss
Arnault, I presume?"
She drew back in great confusion at
sight of a stranger.
Yes" she stammered, Il am Miss
Arnault"
And Mrs. Dimple Covers lost dar-
ling, by all the gods!" thought Trent
and then advancing, as If unable to
contain himself, he called out, quickly:
"Moppet!"
She started-she changed rapid COL
or. Some long dormant chord Of mem
ory in her fervent, faithful heart vi
brated to that odd pet word. She
crested her head.
What do you call me?" she cried
sharply.
"Moppet!" he said again; but hi;
voice was drowned in another, which
through the trees behind them, called
in great perplexity and terror:
"Sibyl! Sibyl, are you here?"
Very reluctantly / bid you good
evening, Miss Moppet." said Trent. ant
made her bow, and, vaulting over the
wall, disappeared.
The next moment Rebecca ran to.
ward her down the walk.
Have you seen him." she cried
seizing the young girls arm; have yor
seen that man."
Sibyl looked around.
ITO be sure-he has just gone ovel
the wall there"
What did he say to you?" cried Re.
becca.
Sbyl looked straight into her hard
dry face.
oh" she answered, "he called mt
by a name-a very old name-one
never could have heard before-it wa:
Moppet."
At the same moment Mr.. Trent wa:
walking thoughtfully away over th'
beach from Hammerton.
$50, saw her, after ALL" he mutter
ed, "and deucedly handsome creatur,
she is! BY my soul, she was waiting
for lover! And now for the other
now for the baseborn beauty. with he
Jew blood, too good to mix with tnat o
a poor devil like George Trent-now TO
the future mistress of Hazel Hall-nov
for Paulette!"
His face, as he spoke looked, in tn
wavering light that slanted under hi
broad hat-brim, like the face of de
mon.
CHAPTER XIII.
In an open window of Hazel Hall
with a lighted cigar between his lips