Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-07
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your patience SOTely, DT. VanQlne.
YES" he replied. in hoarse voice
but you do not deceive me. Imagine
the torture 1 suffer in seeing you pin.
ing for a distant lover, while all the
time you remain blind and deaf to one
who is near-yes, at your very feet!'
Her shocked, indignant look tolt
him that his case was even more hope.
less now than it had been months be-
fore.
| Has not a man the right to sue
twice-yes, twenty times for the thing
he most desires on earth?" he cried
out, rebelliously. But you need not
speak-I have annoyed and asitateG
you for naught. You no longer need
my services and it will be better fol
me If 1 see you no more. Indeed, my
only safety lies in keeping far from
you." She arose with dignity.
Il am sure you are right, Dr. Van
dine" she answered. do not come
here again. More than this 1 need not
say-less than this, would be mistaken
kindness"
He went, and so Ethel was freed
from all her lovers.
She shed a few foolish tears, and
then, determined to shake off the
heaviness that oppressed her, she or
dered her pony carriage, and, attend
ed by the dogs, went out for a drive
through the Woods.
Not far from Rose Cottage, a woman
appeared suddenly at the pony's head
and made sign for Ethel to stop.
I'm glad to see you out again, Miss
Ethel" said Hannah Johnson, flashing
one dark look over the dainty carriage
and its occupant. You're going to
Rose Cottage. most likely?"
NO" answered Ethel, briefly, con-
temptuously.
Hannah Johnson grinned.
La! And you haven't been to visit
your dear mother since your sickness
How you do love her, to be sure! It's
a beautiful thing to see parent and
daughter so fond Of each other"
The woman's tone Jared unpleas-
antly on EAers nerves
go on, Lancer" she said to the
pony, but Lancer stirred not, for Han
nah Johnson remained immovable at
his head.
Miss Fairy, 1 hear you have been
at deaths door with brain fever, and
mixture Of too many lovers" And
she laughed extensively. The Old
Mogul came near losing you, eh?
Well, well! There are worse things
in the world than death. 1t might
have been better for you If you'd died
Of your disease. See If you don't say
the same yourself before many weeks
miss"
She bobbed a mocking courtesy and
stepped aside. The pony went on his
way. Ethers heart beat fast with a
sudden foreboding of evil. Then she
smiled at her own weakness. The ig-
noble, impudent creature! 1t was alb
surd for the heiress of Greylock
Woods to give one thought to her idle
words.
Away trotted Lancer under the
evergreens, and through the hollows,
heaped now with tawny leaves. A
dreamy haze tempered the afternoon
light. No living thing moved any
where in the wide paths, save the
birds and the squirrels. After these
Chasseur and his fellow CANNES bark
ed and raced in vain distraction.
Ethel's spirits began to fall again,
How strange it seemed to find life
stripped of all its old brightness, the
rose-tin gone, the fair promises of
the future blotted out! Where was
he this summer day-the lover whom
she had driven from her side, even
while she loved him? Still roaming
the far west, or back in his own an
cestral manor across the sea? If he
knew the truth he would despise her
IL he did not known 1t he would, to
the end of his days, think her heart
less flirt. She had been well punish
ed for all her folly. Love was over,
life was over. She hated the past, the
future had nothing more to offer her,
and she was barely 49,
Lancer logged lazily on. The fair
head of his driver dropped on her
breast, her eyes absently followed the
roll of the wheels over the brown
earth. And so, when tall, gray fig
ure swung suddenly into sight, COM
ing up the drive from the direction OF
the entrance gate, and all the dogs
rushed toward it, yelping joyful recog-
milton, Ethel, absorbed in her own
meditations, saw nothing, heard moth
ing.
Nearer and nearer drew the figure,
with the CANNES fawning around 1t.
Directly a firm step paused by the
wheel of the pony carriage.
"Pardon!" said a voice that made
Ethers heart stand still. The tall,
gray apparition lifted his hat in the
westering light
So she was once more face to face
u,;tb Cir Geryase Greylock,