Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-27
mo, miss-none this morning"

head suddenly toward the billboard
her eyes fell on the poster-on the
names standing out upon it in black
letters. l fancied that she started and
changed color. The boy was watch
ing her curiously.
Going to hear 'em, miss?" he ask
ed, crooking a grimy finger at the ad-
vertisement.
Il dare say" she answered. careless.
ly; 1T is plain that Blackport is not
without its dissipations."
Then she came dashing straight
across the street to the inn.
So it came to pass that I looked UP
from my work, and saw her there out
side the window-the handsomest
creature my eyes had ever rested on
the heiress and beauty whom DR.. Van
dine loved. Even then, knew this
radiant being could be no other than
his love-she for whom had watch
ed eight long days. Something went
over me like an electric shock-the
needle dropped from my hold.
Good morning, Ravaillac," she said,
dangling her whip over the cat, who
seized 1t in his gray paws, and went
off in a giddy gambol. rs Mercy
Poole inside?" she then asked of me,
the poor sewing-gir!.
My tongue Glove to my mouth
could not answer was like one pet
rified.
The landlady of the inn," she add
ed, as If surprised at my stupidity
indeed, she might well be.
Still I stared dumbly at the shining
black horse, whose wrinkled nose was
thrust over the low sill, and at the girl
in the saddle, with her high-bred air
and dazzling blonde beauty. Then and
there something fell upon me like a
suspicion-a convic-
tion-certainty! The face had chang
ed only as do the stars-from glory to
glory; only as the flowers change
from bloom to bloom. The violet eyes,
the yellow hair, the lily-color remain
ed the same. The child had become
q woman-that was all. Had I not
many times declared that I should
know my lost darling in any place
at any time? Here were my words
verified at last. I saw and remember
ed 1 leaped to my feet.
IT'S Nan! It's Nan! It's Mani" was
the cry which arose to my lips, and
would have broken into actual speech
had not Mercy Poole at that moment
opened the door and entered. The
grim face of the landlady frightened
at the sight of the girl in the window.
Come in, Ethel Greylock," she said,
with more feeling than 1 had ever
before heard in her voice, land break,
bread with a kinless old woman to
whom your face is always like sun
shine"
Greylock?--yes, that was the name
of Vandine's love. The radiant vision
in the window shook her head.
Thank you-no. Grandpa always
frets when 1 am absent from table"
And how is it with the English
lord?" SAID Mercy Poole, dryly. I'll
warrant he frets, too! You have made
sad havoc with mems hearts since you
came to Blackport. DIR. Vandine, for
one, will be inconsolable when you go
away with Sir Gervase."
toll oil fri0hfana6
glance back over her shoulders at-as
it seemed to me-the billboard.
Il shall never go away with Sir
Gervase," she answered, in low
voice: you must not believe the gos-
sip of this town, Miss Poole.
Oh, the anguish and the wonder Of
the discovery 1 had made! The old
scar on my forehead-marks of the
hoofs that had once trampled me
while 1 was pursuing my lost sister
began to throb and burn like fire. My
heart beat to suffocation. 1t was Nan
whom Vandine loved-it was Nan sit
ting there on that shining horse, as
grand and beautiful as a princess-it
was Nan who looked down upon the
foHly sewing girl of the inn with the
Indifferent glance of a stranger and a
Mercy Poole was the first to see
strange in my face.
You are pale" she said, putting
her sinewy hand upon me. You be-
gan your sewing too early, girl Go
to the kitchen and get your break
fast"
Oh, the wonder Of it, The open
window, the figures Of the horse and
rider swan before my eyes. without
word l gathered up my sewing and
moved away.
rs that girl new member of your
household, Miss Poole?" l heard Ethel
Greylock say, as l went.
YES" answered my mistress, DR..
Vandine brought her from the city.
She iss very shy-the sight of you
seemed to take her breath"
II thought her dumb or daft" re-
piled the girl on the horse, lightly.
Soon after she rode away. I ran to
the inn door and watched her go. 1t
was Nan, but a totally unconscious
and forgetful Nan-one who remem-
bered neither Harmony Alley, Granny
Scrag, nor the sister from whose
arms she had been torn long years be-
fore.
l went about my tasks that day abb
sorbed and silent. Once only l ventur-
ed to speak to Mercy Poole.
Would you mind telling me some
thing about the young lady who rode
up to the window this morning,
ma'am?" l said.
Miss Poole smiled grimly.
What can l tell you, child?" she
answered, in a not unkind tone. she
is the richest heiress in the county-a
favored being, who was born neither
to toll nor spin. She lives with her
grandfather at Greylock Woods, the
show-plaoe of Blackport, and she
is adored by everybody. Your good
friend, Dr. Vandine, is one of her many
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