Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-24

In counsel over the utter failure OF al
my efforts to discover Nan. Valuabl,
assistance he had certainly rendered
in the matter, but whether for Nan!
sake or simply to crafty me, / could
not determine. His reserve was i'm
penetrable. 1 was as far as ever from
discovering whether or not his love
for Nan still lived. He had just re-
turned to the Woods after an absence
of two days, the cause Of which he die
not explain, but as I watched him
fancied he looked worn and out o.
spirits.
How strange" l cried out, fever
ishly. how very strange that I hear
nothing Of Nam I have pressed ev-
erybody into my service. l have sci
skilled persons searching here, there
and everywhere, and the result is
total failure! If I could secure but
the smallest clue to guide me, would
take scrip and staff and set forth or
a pilgrimage of discovery myself"
Il think" said Gervase, deliberate
ly, that she has gone upon the
stage"
stared.
What more likely?" he queried
You may not know it, but she was q
wonderful dancer-a talent inherited
doubtless, from her father. She was
aware of its possession-she would
soon discover its market value. Thor
oughly blameless and refined women
are sometimes by necessity driven in.
to the ballet"
1.-The ballet" 1 echoed, in utter hor-
ror. Man in spangles and tights. and
rouge! No, you cannot imagine 1t
Sir Gervase-no more can I! She
! would never stoop to that! You are
on the wrong track"
Il think not" he answered, stub
bornly.
IF you have a clew. why do you not
tell me?"
Il have none," he answered.; but
being in town yesterday and the day
previous, I took the opportunity tC
make some inquiries among profess
sional people-some personal search
about the city theatres. No such per-
son as Nan had been seen there, yet
all the same, as I remember her won
derful dancing, my belief remains un-
shaken"
The children of want cannot choose
their calling. How could I tell what
Nan might be forced to do, turned out
poor and upon the world?
Then send messages to other cities
to other theatres!" cried out, wildly;
I'VE must search the whole world
over. Do you think 1 will leave her
to such a life?"
NO." he replied, Il am sure you
will not. And I have anticipated your
wishes in the matter, cousin, and al
ready dispatched a trusty person to
prosecute the very search Of which
you speak,"
"A thousand thanks began
gratefully; but the opening of the
breakfast room door interrupted me
| My mother entered.
She was charmingly dressed, and ir
her bosom glowed a cluster of jacque-
minot roses. At sight of Sir Gervase
tete-a-tete with me, her eyes began tc
sparkle. She noticed at once my ruff
fed demeanor.
Now, whatever is the matter with
you two?" she said lightly, as she
limped up to us in her graceful, breezy
way. "Quarreling? Ffe, fie!" And
then with sudden alarm: "Ah, SiI
Gervase, do not, I beg of you-do not
tell me that you are going back tc
England"
Not a present" he answered: 81
have a work to accomplish here be-
fore return to my own land"
$50 glad! Ethel" tapping my should
er, seems to depend altogether upon
your counsel and assistance now.
am sure she would not know how tc
get on in her new position without
you. Oh, l understand" and with q
piercing glance at us both, you were
talking about Fairy! Has anything
yet been heard of herr"
NO" l answered.
She drew a letter suddenly from
her pocket The air seemed charged
with electricity. My heart gave q
great apprehensive bound.
Prepare yourselves for a great
SHOCK" said my mother with hel
sweetest smile. II have just received
these lines from poor Fairy. You
knew her handwriting, Sir Gervase, II
Ethel does not. Look-read! The
dear, sly, artful creature has actually
married-whom do you think?-Why
that mad lover, who tried to kill heI
out on the marshes! Romantic wo'
men. you know, are prone to forgive
such things, seeing in them only a
proof of love-"
| was looking straight at Sir Ger
vase His brown face, Of a sudden
grew as stern and white as death. He
seized the letter which my mother held
out to him-I fancied his hand trem-
bled.
Yes" he said, in a strange tone
this Is her handwriting"
Read, tell you!" urged my moth
er, with triumphant glance at me.
He almost shouted these words
from the paper:
Dear Mamma-Let me call you
/ that for the last time-I am now the
wife of Arthur Regnault Kenyon-the
man l loved so passionately at school
the man I still love, in spite Of his
many faults. l have been driven to
take this step, partly by stress Of cir
cumstances, partly by the urgency OF
his great passion for me. Give me
no further thought, and do not seek to
find me. I am well and happy-let
that satisfy you. Fairy"
| l listened to the last word. l did
not cry out or interrupt, but when S!r
Gervase dashed down the sheet
picked it up, examined 1t closely, then
gave it back to my mother, whose
smiling face at that moment was an
offense to my eyes.
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