Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-05-12


chairs at the hotel" he laughed. "A
little touch of the rheumatism, you
understand, my dear. I'm not the
climber l used to be-
| The retreating footsteps died away;
hush, deathlike, seemed to embrace
the world. Suddenly a pebble drop
ped: anotherl Bruce turned his eyes,
and, for the second time that day, saw
her. now as a part of a roseate mira
Gle, with the swift, mantling flush
tinting her check. The blue of her
eyes was like the azure touched with
the deepening shades Of twilight; be-
meath the darkness of her hair, they
looked out upon him, startled, surpris-
ed. and-glad, yes, glad!
What did it mean? Her white hand
was trembling on the black rock. She
had met him, after what seemed so
many years, again a few moments be-
fore, that day, only to see him go away
once more, this time for ever, she
was certain. For ever! The word
had been leaping in her heart; every
beat had been attuned to it, and now
The flames of light played between,
around them and struck her fairly.
And his gaze which he had forced to
be conventional when he had encoun-
tered her before, now fingered absorb
ingly on her, part of the picture, the
sky, merging into it, making the world
super-radiant. Lovers madness? Per-
haps. But ah, the years had been kind
to her. caressing her with soft curving
lines, lending depth-wondrous depth
to the blue eyes.
Who spoke first? Did he go to her,
or she to him? The black months
seemed to fall from his shoulders, all
restlessness to take wings. The flames
now played on them as one.
And Sir Archibald?"
Returned to India long ago."
you did not see him there?'
NO"
And yet he is not one lightly to re-
sign A man would fight hard for
you"-he smiled-"not give you up
easily"
Did you, sir, not give me up easily,
as you call it, that night of the ia
panese play?"
"I-easily!"
And went away, a jest on your
lips!"
"A jest?" He looked up at her. She
sat on a great rock, he, at her feet.
Il did not feel in a jesting mood"
And today, on the path"-her lips
were slightly tremulous-"confess you
were somewhat cavalier"
"Ah, did not know then," with q
glad laugh, what your eyes have since
told me-"
MY eyes told you"
"A moment ago-here-"
You mean I told you first that L"
Shall we say, we told each other
simultaneously?
The purple lights began to glow on
the summit.
You were going away again to-
day, when 1 met you?"
But didn't" he answered. THE
boats schedule was changed; she
leaves tomorrow early"
And you go then, of course?"
He got up and looked down at her.
Behind, the sun dipped; the radiance
grew. Shall II"
She did not speak.
Shall -" he repeated, mindful only
of the glory of her eyes, the wonder
of her face.
She answered, but not in words.
"Mariorie!" He took her in his
arms, held her from all the world. A
thousand swords fared up from the
horizon, as he bent over and Kissed
lips, sweet as Auroras!
Aurora's! The Dawn, magic SYM
bol!-suggestive of the "open sesame
of life! He had found it-at last.
Triumphantly the knowledge surged
through him. She was his dawn"
with her eyes the wonderful blue OF
the sky. His lips swept over them'
too; he forgot the world; it lay below
like the figment of dream. The past
all it's problems-had gone and were
buried for ever. Not long before, that
very day, the routine he had stepped
into had seemed anomalous: he had
vaguely scoffed at himself. Now 1t
had been suddenly illumined, tinged
with the beautiful, the marvellous, as
if a miracle had happened.
The world receded more and more;
the stars came out, and in their glad
light, they, very glad, went down TO-
gether.
THE END.