Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-05-16
BY THOMAS DIXON
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Copyright, 1911, by Thomas Dixon.
Pub. BY Doubleday, Page & Co., N. Y.

strength in resisting them. He trusted
beautiful he couldn't see how any man
with red blood in his veins could re-
sist her. And he had spent two mis-
cradle years. Every time her mother
had come near, purring and smiling,
he had always expected to collide with
a rival as he went out the door.
Well, he was going 10 win at last,
and the world was full of music! He
had the biggest surprise of life in
store for Nan-something no true wo-
mans heart could resist. He had sue
ceeded after incredible difficulties in
secretly building a cottage by the sea
in Brooklyn. Its lawn sloped to the
waters edge, and a trim boat lay
nodding at the dock. He had been out
of town two weeks-Ostensibly on law
business in Baltimore-,in fact he had
spent the time putting the finishing
touches on this home. He had plant
ed hedges, fruit trees, vines and flow
ers, and covered every bare inch of
soil with fresh green sod. Neither
Mrs. Primrose nor Nan had the faint
est suspicion of what he had been do
ing. He had written several letters to
Nan and a friend had mailed them in
Baltimore.
Tomorrow he would lead his sweet
heart into this holy of holies of Life
the home Love had built. He could
see now the smile of tenderness break
over her proud face as he should hand
her the keys and ask her to fix the
wedding day.
No matter on what his eye rested,
he could see only Beauty, Glory, Sun
light!
An assortment of idlers, tramps, and
thieves had drifted into the Square
and crowded it's seats. A drunken
woman, her slouchy black dress bed
raggled and drenched from the rain.
lurched across the walk, dropped on a
bench and sat muttering curses at a
carriage on the north side. He had
often looked at those flashing win
dows in the millionaire's row beside
Fifth avenue and then at the grim
figures of the human wolves and rep
tiles that crawled into rhe Square from
below Fourth street, and wondered
what might happen if they should
really meet. But today he gaZed with
unseeing eyes. There was on all the
earth no poverty, no crime, no shame,
no despair no pain, no conflict. The
splendor of the sunset was in his soul
and the world was athrob with joy.
His reveries were broken by a timid
knock on the door and faint call:
Jim"
Come in" he cried.
You're not a bit glad to see me-"
the soft voice said. i've been stand
ing out there for ages"
Forgive me, Sunshine, must have
been dreaming" Stuart pleaded, leap
ing from his seat and seizing her hand.
I'm awfully glad to see you!"
Then, don't call me that name
again." she pouted.
why not?"
Because it's undignihed. All nick
names are"
But isn't it beautiful"
1T would be if my hair wasn't red
and didn't have freckles and was
older" she protested, looking away to
hide her emotion.
But your hair isn't quite red. It's
just the color of the gold in honey
comb" he answered, gently touching
her dishevelled locks--"besides, those
few little freckles are becoming on
your pink and white skin-and you
are nearly fifteen"
We'll, my hair is red enough to
make me think you're teasing when
YOU call me Sunshine" she replied
demurely.
Then won't call you that any
more I'll just say, little pal-how's
that"
That's better" she said with a
smile and sigh.
"Oh, Jim, I've been so dreadfully
lonely since you were away! Where
did you go And why did you stay so
long? And why didn't you write me
more than one little letter? And why
didn't you answer the one l wrote in
reply?-Yuu know I'm almost an or
phan anyhow. Papa spends nearly all
his time at the factory, the drug store,
the dispensary, and visiting his pa
tiemts. declare. Jim, I'll die if YOU go
away again. l just can't stand it,
She dropped ut last into chair eX-
hauSted.
Stuart smilmgly took her hand:
Lonely. Miss ChatterboX-when that
big father of yours worships the very
ground you walk on"
Yes. l know he does, Jim, and l
love him, too, but you've no idea how
dreadfully still the house is when you
are gone. Oh, say! I'll tell YOU what l
want-tell me you'l do what l ask
promise me? Say YOU will"
What is it,"
Il want you to he a real bOarder,
and eat with u.s. And when papa's
gone, I'll sit at the head of the table,
smile and pour your tea. You'll do it,
won't you? Say yes-of course YOU
will"
But, my dear child, your father
don't take boarders-"
But he will if l ask him. I'll beg
and tease him till he gives in
"Oh. l couldn't think of letting YOU
put him to all that trouble"
But it wouldn't he any trouble
You see I'd keep house for YOU"
That would he very nice, dear, but
I'm sure your father would draw the
line at real boarder. I'd never have
gotten this beautiful room with that
big old-fashioned open 1ireplac" in
your home if it hadn't happened that
our fathers fought each other in the
war. and became friends one day on
big battlefield. You see. my father
took such a liking To yours that came
straight to find him when l reached