Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-20

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deed, his attentions were so marked
that the other lady passengers grew
green with envy, and declared that he
actually meant something serious" &.
| Ethel gave a start of alright.
Then he has arrived" she gasped
He is-where is he, mamma?"
| Il am sure 1 do not know" replied
Mrs. Iris. slipping her German choco.
late daintily. I'VE parted on the whart
at East Boston. saw nothing of hin
after that. The idea of 1 being thai
mans mother in -lawi 1t seems toe
absurd, especially when 1 think of oul
nine days Irritation on shipboard."
Ethel pushed the porcelain plate
from her. Her appetite was gone.
Il am glad you found the baronet
useful and entertaining, mamma. 1 an
glad he admired you. By failing to dc
so he would have shown a lamentable
lack Of taste"
ut is very sweet of you to say that
Ethel. But I was enraged with him
for his utter indifference concerning
you. Why he never mentioned your
name after our first conversation! He
asked no questions-he exhibited
neither interest nor curiosity regard
ing the girl whom Godfrey Greylock
has literally-beg pardon!-fiung al
his head. Was that not very cold and
odd? l told Hannah Johnson at the
time that I feared the match might
fall through"
Ethel looked indignant.
Mamma, it is not possible that you
can so far forget your own dignity as
to discuss my affairs with Hannah
Johnson, or any other Of your SER
wants? Evidently the baronet is q
man Of sense. am greatly obliged to
him for showing it 30 plainly"
You queer child" cried Mrs. Iris
laughing anew; ''is that the sort OF
lover you wish to have? How pale
you look, and you eat nothing. Let
me ring for Sir Lancelot to bring you
another cup Of chocolate. Tell me
truly, Ethel, do you like the idea OF
this English marriage?"
The heiress Of the Woods arose from
her chair.
"Oh, immensely; but If you please
mamma, we will finish our converse
ton at a later date. I must go now
fear grandpa will be fretting about
me-"
She drew her gloves. from her pock-
ct AS she did so out flew that most
unlucky letter Of Regnault's, and drop
ped on the carpet close to Mrs. Iris's
chair. Quick as thought the mistress
Of Rose Cottage snatched 1t up.
"Oh," she exclaimed, curiously, "you
receive letters?-from whom. pray
Surely it is a mothers privilege to
ask She paused with a sudden
wild scream-her face became like
chalk. Ethel! Oh. great heaven!'
she gasped, leaping up from the table
| whose writing is this?"
Ethel flew to her side-took the un-
fortunate missive from her hand.
Mamma, dear mamma, what Is the
matter? How you frighten me? Why
do you tremble SOP"
"The letter-the letter." cried Mrs
Iris; tear it out Of the envelope-let
me look inside!"
THAT 1 cannot do. mamma" an
swered Ethel, firmly. You must not
ask me-you have no right"
Mrs. Iris was shaking from head tc
foot.
mo right" she screamed; ''un-
grateful GIRL Answer mel will
know! Who is your correspondent
Ethel was faint with terror. Was
her secret about to be wrested from
her, in spite of herself?
"One of my teachers at the boarding
school, mamma" she faltered.
Mrs. Iris caught her breath.
"Eh? Your teacher? What name?'
"Regnault, mamma"
A little color crept back into the face
of the eX-danseuse. She fell into her
chair with a hysterical laugh.
How absurd of me! I am still weak
from the fatigue Of the voyage. That
writing gave me a great shock. 1t was
like that of friend Of mine-who died
wears ago-an accidental resemblance
of course. Bah! I might have known
the thing could not be. Dead people
come back to life only in yellow COW
cred novels. acknowledgement
Regnault!" musingly. Il never heard
the name before"
1T is not a common one, l think,
answered Ethel, in desperate fear OF
more questions. Let me ring 1or
Hannah Johnson, mamma-you need
a glass of wine. Shall l stay with you
until you are better, or shall 1 go?
"Go!" answered Mrs. Iris, and Ethel
nothing loath, went.
Back to the villa she rode, under
green boughs, through sunshine that
was now deepening to the fervor OF
noontide. Aunt Pam met her in the
hall
"Oh, my dear" she cried, breathless
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with excitement, how could you
frighten US so? Half the servants
have been out looking for you. Now
hasten and dress. Some one has ar
rived at the villa in your absence-a
guest from England"
Ethers heart seemed to stop beat
ing.
"Sir Gervase Greylock?"
Yes" said Aunt Pam; "he is in the
library with your grandpapa, and both
are waiting for you"
when did the baronet Gomez
"a half hour ago"
The crisis was at hand-she must
| face it bravely. Regnault's dark, splen-
did eyes seemed to start up before her
to give her strength and courage
For his dear sake she could do and
dare anything. She ran up to her
room, followed by Aunt Pam, who was
| talking rapidly, but to deaf ears There
she made her toilet, whispering to her
self the while:
"Oh, my darling! l will be true to
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