Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-03-28

got the place on a mortgage for al
most nothing; squeezed a widow, client
of his" with a wink. pet game OF
the old fellow; makes a business OF
being professional trustee. Pretty
Ismal graft" cOntemptuously.
There are certainly less reprehen-
lsible forms Of grating" Some thought
as Mr. Brucc's glance passed over the
grounds of his employers estate
caused the young man to smile. Was
lit at Mr.. Goldberg's assumption of vir-
ltue: that "holier than thou" pose he
involuntarily assumed on certain oc-
casions?
Heard he had rented it," went on
the elder man; but am not sure
Sorry for the man he does business
with The old skinfint's got a nice
niece, though" he added. Miss Flos-
sic Burke She and my daughter
have struck up quite a friendship late
ly. She's going to he one of our guests
here"
Here" quickly.
| Sldu YOU Sol
Bruce: you can help make things 60
There'l he a lot Of people; special car
from the city, and what with the
neighbors" regarded him with
sudden inquiry. "Sir Archibald Bam-
ford is going to be here" he added.
| If Mr.. Bruce experienced surprise,
he did not show it; his features, per-
haps. appeared a trifle more immova-
BILE. The other, then, had met knew
Sir Archibald! Through what combi-
nation Of circumstances?
| Sir Archibald, passing here the first
time with Mr.. Wood and party in their
motor, seemed struck with the house,
and asked to stop. AS they were ad-
miring it, l happened along, and Mr..
| Wood-we're both on the Metropolitan
New Process Gas Board-introduced
me. invited Sir Archibald in to in
spect the interior, and he accepted.
We became quite friendly"
| Bruce was looking out over the bay;
he did not speak.
| They told me they knew you
The young man lifted his eyes. THAT
is, Miss Wood did, after asking If I
wasn't the Mr.. Goldberg she had heard
Mr.. Bruce mention? She had evident
ly been talking about you to Sir Arch
ibald. You must know her well?" with
interest. To know at ALL Miss Marjorie
Wood, of one of the wealthiest and
most exclusive old circles, was, from
Mr.. Goldberg's point Of view, an
achievement for any young man and
stamped him with a big hallmark of
social eligibility.
| Bruce's firm lips smiled family. Il
can scarcely claim that honor; l have
met Miss Wood but once or twice"
| Mr.. Goldberg returned unctuously to
| Sir Archibald. Told him about the
little doings we were going to have to-
day, and-'Of course, you are intend
ing to ask all the neighbors?' he laugh
ed Which, took it, was a way Of in
cluding himself. So / sent invitations
to Sir Archibald, his secretary, Senior
| Caglioni, and the Woods" concluded
| the speaker. "and they are coming"
| The young man said nothing; he
seemed almost absent-minded. The
elder noted that lack of enthusiasm
perhaps was a little annoyed by 1t.
But then, he remembered Bruce had
the entree of places where lords and
i sirs were not unknown quantities;
where, indeed, they congregated rath-
er plentifully at times. So Mr.. Gold
berg strove himself to assume an in
different air. Democratic sort OF
chap, Sir Archibald" he observed. I'm
spite of his formal manner"
| Mr.. Bruce's comment, il he had seen
| fit to make one, was interrupted by
the approach Of a workman who had
come from the house, in his hand
lbag filled presumably with tools.
Think you'll find the job all right
now, Mr.. Goldberg." he remarked
cheerfully, and. upon that persons
curtly observing "it was quite time,
retorted something about it's not being
his fault; that one or two delicate
pieces of mechanism, for the locks
taking time to make, had not come
until the last minute Which excuses
being silently received, the man walk
ed a little uncertainty down the steps,
and. shouldering his bag below, passed
out Of the premises.
/ "Confounded safe people," AS MT
Goldberg spoke. he involuntarily rails
ed his hand TO something slightly
! bulging in the inner pocket of his
carefully buttoned coat Did you
smell the fellows breath? Whisky!
That's what caused the hitch. The
idea of not finishing their work until
noon today"
Rruce's glance had caught the move
ment. You have concluded, then, to
let your daughter wear the pearls, Mr.
Goldberg"
i whats the use of having pearls. If
YOU don't let people see them? Which
reminds me-" jocularly feeling in his
pocket, here's letter came today
The young man took it. The scrawl
was rudely written; he read:
THE same party. or parties, who
got the Page bonds, the Morrow en-
eralds and a few other trifles, accept
with pleasure the kind invitation oil
Mr.. and Mrs. Goldberg to attend the
garden party and housewarming al
Comscot."
Bruce laughed. We'll. what do you
think of it?"
A hoax One of my friends who's
been seeing that French Raff1es-
what's his name?-Lupin. at the thea
ter, is having a little fun with me-
You have no idea what jokers those
scat and 'peenuckle' fellows of my
club are. Or" shrewdly. 1T may have
been sent by one of those women folks
who are envious of the pearls and
thinks it might scare my daughter in
to not wearing them. In any case
rye had one of the best private strong
boxes i'm the country fitted up here