Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-12-08

meet again"
He seized the hand and did not re-
lease it.
Not meet again!" he echoed, blank
| ly. That's hard thing to say to ar
old friend, Polly-a hard thing, after
such weeks as we have spent together
In the cottages of Blackport-efter you
have given me such revelation Of the
glory and worth of womanhood as
never knew before!"
He called her by the old name. The
moonlight was shining full on her del
icate face, and he saw:-yes, surely, he
saw tears in her eyes. An irrepressi.
BILE cry arose to his lips.
Il love you, Polly! 1 am not sure
that have not always loved you. Now
shall we meet again or not?"
Her hand lay passive in his clasp
The tears that had been clinging tc
her lashes rolled slowly down hel
cheek
"Oh, how can believe this?" she
said, with little gasp; so much hap
piness cannot be meant for mel"
He snatched her to his heart. Ly-
ing there in the moonlight and the 81.
lence, with his arms around her, Polly
sobbed out the story Of that secret
passion, which for half her life she
had cherished for him-cherished, YET
concealed so closely, that no living be-
ing had ever suspected it. He look
ed at her in mingled rapture and
amazement.
Great heaven! How blind I have
been!" he cried. Surely, my darling
surely no man was ever before so stu
pid, and-so fortunate!"
In this quiet way the heiress OF
Greylock Woods disposed Of herself
and her possessions.
She married DR.. Vandine in the
same church where Nan had plighted
her vows to the baronet. .-4-4-..se------,z ..
such a commonplace match, my
dear!" sighed Aunt Pam.
And such an absurdly happy one
Aunt PAM" smiled Polly through hel
tears.
High noon on the Mediterranean, and
the palms and gardens and hills Of the
Riviera. High noon upon lovely Nice
dreaming in the purple shelter Of the
Maritime Alps, and crowded with
health hunters and pleasure seekers
from every quarter of the globe. High
noon on the white, palm shaded Prom
enade des Anglais, and upon a certain
charming villa, occupied by a fail
American, and standing amid orange
and lemon trees, in full view Of the
crowded, the marvellous promenade. A
charming villa, indeed, but a rather
dull and silent one at this particular
hour. Inside it's vine draped walls al
the clocks were striking II, and
black page, in scarlet livery, was just
mounting a stair to the second floor
bearing in his hands a painted VAL
lauris Jar, overrunning with tea-roses
He gave q low signal at silken por-
tiere-a waiting maid thrust 1t aside
rs madame still asleep?' said Mrs
Iris Greylock's page, Sir Launcelot.
"Oui," replied the girl, as she re-
ceived the odorous jar. "She came
from Monaco, much wearied, yester.
day; she had lost at the gaming-ta'
bles there, and" with a shrug OF hel
shoulders, 1T always annoys MADAME
! to lose money. But, ciel! these Amer
leans are so rich, few thousands Of
francs out of their long purses car
signify little. Madame is no Longer
young, but she is gay"
The black head of Sir Launcelot re-
tired to the corridor. Celeste, grow
ing impatient, ran to door that open
ed into her mistress bedroom ant
looked through.
1t was a charming apartment, over
looking the promenade and the bay
and full of mirrors and gliding, ricf
draperies and French furniture. Th'
bed, like a great lily, stood in one cor
ner. Celeste tiptoed softly toawrd it.
A delicate hand lay motionless out
side the coverld, a white face wal
pressed down into the embroidered
pillows. Celeste looked, leaned low
touched the sleeper, threw back the
curtain of the window-looked again
and rushed from the room, shrieking
Fly for the English doctor!" she
cried to Sir Launcelot, who was still
waiting in the corridor. Something
is wrong with madame. All, mor
Dieu! it is as If she were dead"
Sir Launcelot obeyed. The English
doctor came Immediately to the villa
examined Mrs. Iris Greylock, as she
lay, silent and cold, upon the lily bed
looked keenly at a vial and glass on
table near the pillow, and said, briefly
| She has been dead for hours!"
"Ah, monsieur" screamed Celeste
lis it suicide?"
AN overdose Of chloral, more like.
ly," replied the doctor.
Madame would have her drops!'
said Celeste; she could not sleer
without them, and as she was mucf
agitated because Of her losses at Mo.
naco, she compelled me to make the
dose a lttle-a very little stronger
All, how frightful Madame will Ions
be remembered at Nice as the pretty
lame lady, who always. spent money
like a duchess"
| Nobody Is ever long remembered al
Nice" said the doctor, dryly, as he de-
parted from the chamber Of death.
Busy brain and restless heart were
still at last On table near the bee
they found an unfinished letter. ad-
dressed to her daughter across the
sea: the closing lines ran as follows:
Life is not worth the having, Eth
el-mine has been a hopeless failure
! Everything bores and worries me