Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-04-25

those tones: was pleased to see the 9th
er in such good humor; and with hi
arm paining him, too, no doubt. 4
game one, the latest guest, ruminatet
Mr.. Woods man, who could treat yol
like human being, if you please, ant
not an autOmaton; and yet all TIT
while let you know your position, ant
his. Mentally, perhaps Simpson com
pared him, with his light CHEEKY ways
to Sir Archibald, whose manner Of or
dering people about as II they were 81
many China boys" had rather got OF
the nerves of some of the serving staff
Moreover, the rumor of Mr.. Bruce's
exploit had sifted through the ser.
wants quarters. and he who ha6
sprung to Miss Marjories rescue be-
came there elevated to an especial
pedestal of his own.
Sorry to trouble you, Simpson,
went on the young man, his eyes re-
turning quickly to the bundle. But
you know how it is, when you have
only one evening suit to your name
and that's been damaged"
In a good cause, sir"
Bruce raised his hand. DON'T" he
said, in a slightly altered tone. And
Simpson knew he meant 1t.
Mr. Bruce did not want, at the mo-
ment, to think of Marjorie Wood. Had
he not figuratively determined to close
his eyes to her; only 10 learn that the
mind has its own especial retina
whereon faces, or a face, may come
and go, persistently, tantalizingly
playing hide nd-seek with the brain,
now calling out, as it were, Come and
find me-" then, dancing away with IL
lusive sparkle of starlike eyes and mu-
sical mocking laughter? Or, was the
last but the breeze tossing the myriad
leaves of the poplar, near by, making
merry with a million and one shining
cymbals? Bruce looked at them now,
all the lightness, the daredevil luster
gone from his eyes.
without on the veranda shadow
stirred, the dark outline of the figure
of a man, Sir Archibalds valet, hold
ing close to the side Of the house,
peering, listening, now, to Simpsons
voice that next was heard:
The address, sir?"
"Of course!" From where Bruce
stood, near the partly opened window,
the shadow of the caves -dropper on
the veranda floor became visible; but
if the young man was aware of 1t he
gave no sign. 1t was not easy to dis
Germ from the crude, lshapeless dark
outline that the source of the sill
houette was a person. Bruce turned
and picked up a pen, his manner again
blithe, animated. There! Do you
make that out
It's Chinese
The man outside caught the bewil-
derment in Simpsons tones, and
Bruce's seemingly gay answer:
We'll, we'll also put it in good
American, lest the officials Of the ex-
press company at Comscot and New
York are only learned in that Ian
guage and Irish. But didn't you ever
hear, Simpson"-was the allegresse In
his tones the least forced?-"that the
Chinese are among the best tailors
and costumiers in the world? To
them, HE your true foreign dandi-
prats of the Far East" with a viva
cious gesture. while, when it comes
to touching up a suit, bit the worse
for wear, or accident, they possess a
positive genius: they can even hide q
patch!"
Not necessary in this case, sir,
trust" returned the responsive and
sympathetic Simpson. Bruce handed
Mr.. Woods man the parcel, but his
fingers seemed yet to linger on it as
he delivered a few last instructions
Simpson was quite sure he had no
objection to taking it personally to the
little express office in the village?
That worthy answered positively
he had other business, in connection
with household matters, needing at
tending to at once in the town, and he
would he pleased to forward the pack
age. by express, to the address given
Simpson went; the young man
heard the door close. The fellow on
the veranda also heard the sound, and
glided swiftly away. Bruce now step
ned to the window and looked out and
around.
No one was there; he breatheo
deeply. With relief? A new impend-
ing sense of danger? He smiled
grimly: but the maid who several mo-
ments later entered, to remove the
breakfast dishes, found him seated
apparently uncOncerned, in the heaN!
dressing gown, at a window, In his
hand. the little volume that had slip
ped from Miss Woods fingers the
night before in the library. The sun
shine bathed him. At first occupied
with his own thoughts, he hardly saw
the young woman with the tray. In
advertently she ratified the dishes
then he looked at her, but as from
great distance.
Meanwhile, Simpson, having made
ready, prepared to issue forth on his
Journey to the town. A brisk walk tc
and from the village had been a detail
of his daily programme during the
many summers he had served at Com
scot; the trip back and forth kept hin
young. Also, truth to tell, Simpson
although a seemingly unobservant ano
retrospective person, while engaged ir
the performance of his household du-
ties, was not above, or averse to,
bit of gossip with the postmistress
or the stationmaster; it was the pros
pect of this, as we'll as his entire will
ingness to serve Mr.. Bruce, that accel-
Grated his pace when he started to &c
down into the worud.
But as he stepped briskly out now
along the path, which led to a certain
little by-way he always took, his pro
gress was abruptly arrested at sight
of a figure crossing the lawn toward
the house, at an angle which brought