Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-03-24

The young mans gaze passed owe
the other Mr.. Stebbins' honest phys
iognomy withstood that look unflinch
ingly. Bruce moved toward the doc
opening upon the street.
"Of course, sir, many people go Ii
and out of the building in the cours
of the day." called after him the jan
itor. And a body can't always keel
track of them all, what with showing
new parties unoccupied apartments
and the wife down sick, and no one t
help me in looking after the place."
Not to mention the time occupied
in certain necessary little excursion
to a small German place around tn
corner. interrupted Mr.. Bruce with {
sympathetic smile.
Mr.. Stebbins smiled, too. You don
mean to say there's been a thief"
/ Shall we say an intruder"
Anything missing?"
Nothing of importance. Apparent
ly only little of my stationery gone!
I'll mention the matter to the po'
lice, sir"
Not worth while. The person lef
no clue that would be tangible tc
them" And Mr.. Bruce stepped out.
Pausing before Madison Square Gar
den not long thereafter an announce
ment of a circus being given inside at.
tracted him. 1t was an ideal Saturday
afternoon: the hours promised to hans
L no. hn II, 10 hn tt,os
passing to his place, a young woman
in box turned to regard him. She
had bright golden hair, eyes rather
greenish, and figure, opulent.
How do you do, Mr.. Bruce?"
He stopped; looked down upon the
pink and white features of Miss Flos.
sic Burke, niece of Mr.. Samuel Page
She put out her hand.
1T is some time since we have met
Mr.. Bruce" she went on lightly.
Il believe it is some time since
have had that pleasure"
"Pleasure?" she laughed, her gaze
upon him. IF 1t had been such q
pleasure it would not have been such
a long time"
| His look narrowed in the least. Oc-
casionally it could be very hard and
cutting, seeming to peer through the
gloss of personalities, feminine and
otherwise. Perhaps he remembered he
had once found diversion, a very lit
tie, in going about with Miss Flossie
Perhaps they had flirted, slightly
She had not been adverse to the past
time, with him as with others. But
he had soon tired of it and found the
ennui which had suggested her as an
antidote, returning. So he had quietly
dropped out of the train Of her admir-
ers
who would have thought to see you
here?" she now went on, with fiatter-
ing glance, as if she had never had
cause to feel piqued with him.
| Rather surprised myself" he an
swered, his look swerving toward her
friends.
| A merry party for the day, they were
not quite, however, of the set Miss
Flossie had once mingled with; she
had rather dropped out" the last
year or so. Lack Of clothes, said cyni-
cal rumor Uncle Samuel Page was
too near" to dress up" his impecu-
nious niece, who had come to live with
them, to the high Paris standard
Party gowns at two hundred and fifty
/ lnlI
gossips, become out Of the question
| for her. A ten dollar hat Mr.. Page
regarded as more than adequately dec.
orative for any young woman; espe-
cially since he had sustained monetary
losses 1t was even rumored Miss
Flossie had threatened to join the in
Vulnerable band of her sister toilers
and take to millinery out Of revenge
She had already embarked in sundry
| enterprises; tried china painting
book binding and decorating, and, II
was whispered, had done her turn al
surreptitious and distinctly enterpris-
ing reporting for the social pages OF
one of the very sensational New York
newspapers.
Must have been the allurement OF
the posters at the door brought me In,
went on Mr.. Bruce, regarding with
rather critical eyes his whilom friend
AS he spoke, he bent slightly over her;
inhaled softly, once or twice. Hel
gaze suddenly lifted; her form with
it's rich lines, more suggestive Of Titiar
than Botticelli, stirred.
"Lavendre ambree!" he laughed
You are still partial to it."
Yes" she said 1T is not very eX-
pensive" And then-"Odd you should
remember it," she added hastily.
Her glance fell, fingered an instant
on one of his hands on the back Of g
chair-or on massive gold ring ne
wore: odd, oriental in design.
Bruce answered carelessly. His look
in the least questioning. met hers
that lifted. peculiar CLEAN now in the
greenish depths: then with a conven-
tional word abruptly he turned.
Miss Flossie looked after him; hel
Il
to her: she did not hear.
At the far end Of the auditorium, ar
usher guided Mr.. Bruce to an orches-
ira place. In front Of him a long row
of seats was occupied by children ir
holiday attire. They buzZed like busy
bees Several ladies seemed to have
charge of them; one Of the former ir
the immediate proximity Of the young
man spoke to him. He answered, not
quite certain, at first, whether she was
Mrs. Wolcott. president of one of the
charity hoards-he couldn't remember
which one-or Miss Tucker, its secre-
| tary.
Yes, Mr. Bruce" said the lady. |,
was Miss Tucker, he remembered now
Here they all are!"
They" he repeated.
THE little tots from the settlement
to whom you were good enough tc
send tickets for the circus"
| IL.