Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-08-02

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he's likely to toss him off the roof"
Il have no reason to think that Mr..
HARRISON cares one way or the other
about me-" said primly. You don't
think he's-he's in love with me, do
you, DALI" watched him out of the
corner of my eye, and he only looked
amused.
In love with you" he repeated.
why bless your wicked little heart,
no, He thinks you're a married wo-
man! It's the principle of the thing
he's fighting for. If l had as much
principle as he has, Td-Td put it out
at interest
Max interrupted us just then, and
asked if we knew where Mr.. Harrison
was.
Cant find him." he said. I've got
rhe telephone together and have enough
left over to make another. Where do
you suppose HARRISON hides the tools?
I'm working with a corkscrew and two
palette knives"
l heard nothing more of the trouble
that night. Max went to Jim about it,
and Jim said angrily that only fool
would interfere between a man and
his wife-wives. Whereupon Max re-
torted that a fool and his wives were
soon parted, and left him. The two
principals were coldly civil to each 9TH
er, and smaller issues were lost as the
famine grew more and more insistent.
For famine it was.
They worked the rest of the evening,
but the telephone refused to revive and
every one was starving. individually
our pride was at low ebb, but collec-
lively it was still formidable. So we
sat around and Jim played Grieg with
the soft stops on, and Aunt Selma went
to bed. The weather had changed,
and it was sleeting, but anything was
better than the drawing room. l was
in a mood to battle with the elements
or to cry-or both-sO l slipped out,
while Dal was reciting, Give me three
grains of corn, mother" threw some
body's overcoat over my shoulders, put
on a mans soft hat-Jim's l think
and went up to the roof.
II was dark i'm the third floor hall,
and l had to feel my way to the foot
of the stairs. l went up quietly, and
turned the knob of the door to the
roof. At first it would not open, and I
could hear the wind bowling outside.
Finally, however, l got the door open
a little and wormed my way through.
1t was not entirely dark out there, in
spite of the storm. A faint reflection
of the street lights made it possible to
distinguish the outlines of the lockwood
plants, swaying in the wind, and the
chimneys and the tent. And then-a
dark figure disentangled itself from
the nearest chimney and seemed to
hurl itself at me. l remember putting
out my hands and trying to say some
thing, but the figure caught me roughly
by the shoulders and knocked me back
against the doOr-frame. From miles
away a heavy voice was saying, so
I've got you" and then the roof gave
from under me, and l was floating out
on the storm. and sleet was beating in
my face, and the wind was whispering
over and over, "Open your eyes, for
Gods sake!"
| did open them after a while, and
finally made oGt that l was lying on
the floor in the tent. The lights were
on, and had a cold and damp feeling,
and something wet was trickling down
my neck.
| seemed to be alone, but in q second
somebody came into the tent and | saw
it was Mr.. HARRISON, and that he had
He looked frantic and determined, and
| only my sitting up quickly prevented
my getting another snow bath. My
neck felt queer and stiff, and | was
very dizzy. When he saw that | wa9
conscious he dropped the snow and
stood looking down at me.
DO you know" he said grimly, that
very nearly choked you To death a
little while ago."
1T wouldn't surprise me to he told
So" | said. DO l know too much. or
what is it, Mr.. Harbison?" / felt terri
bly, i'll, but | WOULD not let him see it,
| 1T is queer. isn't it-hOw we always
select the roof for our little-dffer-
ences?" He seemed to relax somewhat
at my gibe.
Il didn't know it was yOu," he eX-
planned shortly. Il was waiting for
some one, and i'm the hat YOU wore, and
the coat. l mistook you. That's ALL
| Can you stand?"
NO." retOrted. could, but his sum-
| mary manner displeased me. The Sc
Quel. however, was rather amazing, for
he stopped suddenly and picked me
up and the next instant we We're out
in the storm together. At the door III
stopped and felt for the knob.
Turn it," he commanded. Il cant
reach it,"
I'll do nothing of the kind" l said
shrewishly. Let me down; l can walk
perfectly we'll"
He hesitated. Then he slid me slow
ly to my feet, but he did not open the
door at once. Are YOU afraid to LET
me carry YOU down those stairs, after
TUESDAY night" he asked, very low
You still think | did that"
| had never been less sure of it thar
at that moment. hut an imp of p"rver-
| sity made me retort, Yes"
He hardly seemed T." hear me. Ht
stood looking down at me as Leaned
against the door frame.
| God Lord" he grnaned. "T" thinR
that | might have killed YOU" An(
thcn-he stopped and suddenly kisSrt
me.
The next moment the door was open
and ne was leading me down int" th,
| house At the foot of the StairCas" h,
paused still holding my hand, and
faced me i'm the darkness.
I'm not sorry" ne said steadily. 81
suppose ought tn he, but I'm not
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