Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-06-21

|, wood and Persian carpets, going up,
up, clear to the roof.
The Dallas Browns walked; they
lived in the next block. And they
brought with them a man named
. HARRISON, that no one knew. Anne
. said he would be great sport, because
he was terribly serious. and had the
most exaggerated ideas Of society,
and loathed extravaganza, and built
; bridges or something. She had put
, away her cigarettes since he had been
. with them-he and Dallas had been
college friends-and the only chance
she had to smoke was when she was
getting her hair done. And she had
singed quite a lot-a burnt offering,
she called 1t.
my dear" she said over the tele-
phone, when l invited her, II want
you to know him. He'll be crazy
about you. That type Of man, big
land deadly earnest, always falls in
love with your type of girl, the ap-
lpealing sort, you know. And he has
been too busy, up to now, to know
what love is. But mind, don't hurt
him; he's dear boy. I'm half in
love with him myself, and Dallas
trots around his heels like a poodle" :"
But all Anne's geese are swans, so
1 thought little Of the HARRISON man
except to hope that he played respec-
table bridge, and wouldn't mark the
cards with a steel spring under his
finger nail, as one of her finds" had
done.
We all arrived about the same time,
and Anne and l went upstairs to-
gether to take off our wraps in what
had been Bella's dressing room. 1t
was Anne who noticed the violets.
| Look at that" she nudged me,
when the maid was examining ner
wrap before she laid it down. What
did 1 tell you, Kit? He's still quite
mad about her"
Jim had painted Bella's portrait
while they were going up the Nile on
their wedding trip. 1t looked quite
like her, if you stood well off in the
middle of the room and If the light
came from the right. And just be-
meath it, in silver vase, was buncn
of violets 1t was really touching.
and violets were fabulous. 1t made
me want to cry, and to shake Bella
soundly, and to go down and pat Jim
on his generous shoulder, and tell
him what a good fellow I thought
him, and that Bella wasn't worth the
dust under his feet. / don't know
much about psychology, but it would
be interesting to know just what eff
feet those violets and my sympathy
for Jim had in influencing my deci-
sion a half-hour later. 1t is not sur
prising, under the circumstances, that
for some time after the odor Of vio-
lets made me i'll.
We all met downstairs in the liv-
ing-room, quite informally, and Dali
las was banging away at the pianola,
tramping the pedals with the delica-
| cy and feeling of a football center
rush kicking a goal. Mr.. HARRISON
was standing near the fire, little
away from the others, and he was all
| that Anne had said and more in ap-
pearance He was tall-not too tall,
and very straight. And after one got
past the oddity of his face being
bronze colored above his white collar,
and of his brown hair being sun
bleached on top until it was almost
handsome. He had what one might
call a resolute nose and chin, and a
pleasant, rather humorous mouth.
And he had blue eyes that were. at
that moment, wandering with inter-
est over the lot of us. Somebody
shouted his name to me above the
Tristan and Isolde music, and 1 held
out my hand.
Instantly I had the feeling one
sometimes has, of having done Just
ihat same thing, with the same sur
roundings, in the same place, years
before. 1 was looking up at him. and
he was staring down at me and hold
ing my hand. And then the music
stopped and he was saying:
Where was it"
| Where was what?" I asked. The
feeling was stronger than ever with
his voice.
II beg your pardon" he said, and
let my hand drop. Just for a second
l had an idea that we had met before
somewhere, a long time ago. l sup
pose-no, it couldn't have happened,
or should remember" He was smil-
ing half at himself.
| NO" / smiled back at him. 'Jt
didn't happen, I'm afraid-unless we
dreamed it,"
"We?"
II felt that way, too, for a mo-
ment"
THE Brushwood Boy" he said with
conviction. perhaps we will find
common dream life, where we knew
each other. You remember the
lBrushwood Boy loved the girl for
Years before they really met" But
this was little too rapid, even FOR
me.
Nothing so sentimental, I'm
afraid" l retorted. II have had en-
actly the same sensation sometimes
when 1 have sneeZed."
Betty Mercer captured him and
took him off to see Jim's newest pic
lture. Anne pounced on me at once.
Isn't he delicious?" she demand
ed. Did you ever see such shoul-
lders? And such a nose? And he
thinks we are parasites, cumberers of
the earth. Heaven knows what. He
Isays every woman ought to know how
to earn her living, in case Of necessi-
lty! 1 said I could make enough at
bridge, and he thought l was joking!
He's a dear" Anne was enthusiastic.
} / looked after him. Oddly enough
the feeling that we had met before
lstuck to me. Which was ridiculous,