Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-24


her heart to her grandfather?
Not today" she thought, shrinking
from the bare idea, nor tomorrow
Really there Is no particular need t.
hurry about the matter"
| AS they arose from dinner, Mrs. Iris
behind her satin fan, whispered thes,
words to Ethel:
| "Thank you for that additional ter
thousand, ma chere; it will wipe ou
some Of my little debts very nicely
But, fie, fie, l fear our grandpapa'.
scheming is coming to naught! Why
you and the baronet are like two ice.
bergs, steering for opposite points Of
the compass. Do you really loatht
each other, my dear?"
She went off in a pony carriage
saying triumphantly to her daughter:
Il shall come again whenever likei'
Thus ended the second day Of the
baronet's visit.
On the third and fourth rainy wealth
er prevailed, and everybody was con-
fined indoors. Over the drawing
piano, and In the library, among God
frey Greylock's books and bric-a-b brac
Ethel, out Of consideration for her
grandfather, was forced to do what she
could to entertain the guest of the
house.
In these tete-a-tetes, brief but nu-
merous, she made some discoveries
He was a superb musician; he had
travelled on the continent and in the
East; he had fought, as a volunteer
in Afghanistan and South Africa; he
had won scars and honors. He was a
hero, and though "slow," he could talk
delightfully."- and knowingly on all sorts
Of subjects. She found him excellent
company Of a rainy afternoon, when
fog and wet filled the forest, and wood
fires snapped on the tiled hearths OF
the villa. AS a kinsman, as a Grey
lock, she began to look upon him with
pride and admiration. On the after
noon of the fourth day something hap
pened.
The rain poured, the wind howled
up and down the avenues. Godfrey
Greylock had carried Sir Gervase off
for a game Of billiards, and Ethel was
wandering disconsolately about the
drawing-room, wishing the baronet
would return and talk to her, for one
must be amused, even though one is
on the rack waiting for news of an alb
sent lover.
Presently the door opened, and DR..
Vandine entered. He had made pro-
fessional visit to Miss Pam, who was
confined to her room a prey to that
plague of worn nerves, neuralgia.
How kind of you to think Of me as
you passed the door," said Ethel, with
radiant smile 1T is good to see any
body on a day like this"
He did not feel particularly fatter-
ed by the remark. His face fell.
when do 1 not think of you?" lie
burst out. There Is no hour, no mo-
ment, when you are out Of my
thoughts"
She snatched up a pair Of airy little
tongs, and made a pretense of ,poking
the blazing wood on the brass fire
dogs.
That Is rather more than 1 de-
serve" she answered, lightly, but with
a sudden bloom in her cheek. Il ought
to be amusing poor Aunt Pam, instead
Of dawdling here, but she will never
tolerate my presence when she has the
neuralgia. Rainy weather at the
Woods is something to be dreaded-we
need constant sunshine in this soli-
tude"
He came to her side. She dropped
her tongs and began to stare at the
mantel-shelves and inches. filled with
plaques and old china.
Where is your English lover?" he
said bluntly.
DO you mean Sir Gervase? He is
not my lover!" she answered, and was
sorry the instant she had said it.
The blood leaped like fire through his
veins. Out broke the words in pas
sionate torrent
Thank God for that. Then, since
Sir Gervase does not stand in my way
since there is no reason why should
keep silent, must, and will tell you'
that l love you! 1 should be a cow
ard If I said less-if l had a dozen
tongues 1 could not say more!"
She shrank against the mantel'
Nothing could have been more unwel-
come to her than this avowal.
Il am sorry, DR.. Vandine." she an
swered, sadly, for 1 have nothing to
give you in return for your love-not
even hope"
Conviction entered his soul like
sword.
"I understand" he groaned; you
love another mani"
Yes" she sobbed, almost involunta-
rily. Heaven help me, yes