Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-12-08
A D A R X p E E D
BY ETA w. PIERCE.

CHAPTER notwithstanding
A strange feeling went over Vandine
as he listened to the clear. earnest
voice. The air Of the room seemed
choking him; he could scarcely
breathe. Like lightning his thoughts
flashed back to the day when she, a
ragged street Arab, first crossed his
path. He remembered his keen inter-
est in her always, the plans which he
had meant to carry out for her edu-
cation and welfare, and which her
sudsen change of fortune had so
swiftly nipped in the bud; he remem-
bered how she had saved his life that
freezing, tempestuous midnight, on the
wild road of the creek. And then, in
the midst Of this retrospection, Miss
Greylock suddenly dropped her vel
vet-covered book, and looked up in a
way that told him plainly she had
known all the time of his presence in
the room.
Her hand is very cold" she falter-
ed, with a slight motion Of her sleek,
dark head toward the sufferer. He
bent over the bed. The soul Of the
woman had passed quietly, painlessly
out into the placid summer night, but
her dead fingers remained locked
about Miss Greylock's hand so firmly
that DR.. Vandine was obliged to re-
lease Ethel by force.
Come away" he said; you can do
no more here. Come away, Miss Grey
lock; you do not spare yourself in the
least"
She arose, pale and unnerved.
"Oh, DR.. Vandine, when will this
end?"
Take courage!" he replied. There
has been no new case for a week. I
think we can safely say that the worst
Is over"
She was trembling violently. He
picked up her little velvet book and
spread her mantle of heavy, lustreless
silk over her shoulders. The twain
then left the dead woman to her rel
atives, and stepped forth together into
the night.
On the moonlit shore the great sea
sobbed like a breaking heart, the
winds were at rest, the long marshes
lay dark and low under the cloudless,
starry sky.
Your carriage is not here" said
Vandine, looking around, but seeing
1t not.
tions at the villa that was to be call
ed for at ten o'clock, but I shall not
wait. l can walk home; l am not a
timid person. There is no one in
Blackport who would do me HARM"
He gave her a strange look.
Il should think not! These people
have no words to adequately express
their gratitude to you. What an angel
of mercy you have been to them for
the last two months! Yet while !
know you would, at any hour, be as
| safe in the widest road Of Black
port as in your own drawing-room, I
"uSS DS6 lhe pilNie6c VI waning
home with YOU"
She offered no objection. They set
forth in silence. The villa was a mile
away. DR.. Vandine drew his COM
panion's slight hand through his arm.
You are tired" he said in a deeply
sympathetic tone. Worn out with
constant exertion. Lean upon me.
God grant you may not be i'll your
self"
She answered with forced lightness.
mo. l am preternaturally strong.
You used to say, long ago-when l was
your patient-that it was next to inn
possible to kill me. Do you not re-
member"
Remember" he echoed, quickly.
There is nothing concerning you that
l can ever forget. Miss Greylock.'
They went on in silence, and enter
ed the grounds of the Woods The
place was like Paradise this night.
Long lances of moonlight silvered the
velvet-green knolls, and stepped the
wilderness of Towering chestnuts. Mys-
terious shadows lurked in the deep,
Iviolet-scented hollows. Unseen fouht-
aims splashed softly, the breath OF
roses and heliotropes arose like IN
cense from the lawns. Years had pass
ed since Vandine's last luckless visit
to the Woods. He looked carelessly
around.
"Ah, this reminds me of many
things!" he said, involuntarily.