Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-17
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A DARK DEED

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CHAPTER XVI.
Nandine At Blaekport.


twisted vine, and let her violet eyes
wander over the lawns and gardens OF
Greylock Woods. I'm his estimation
thing that is not done in the style OF
the aristocratic Briton can never oy
any possibility, be we'll done. what DO
YOU think of all this. DR.. Vandine?
The person addressed stood by her
chair-a young fellow, With eyes ana
hair of no particular color, oristhng
red moustache, and rather hasny
necktie-in fact, Dick Vandine, now a
physician of some years standing, put
one upon whom fortune, as yet' hao
showered few favors.
The scene upon which the pair look
ed was like a picture after Watteau'
II was s O'Clock of a perfect summer
afternoon, and the superb grounds OF
Greylock Woods were alive with ele-
CANT people-ladies in Paris bonnets
and lovely dresses, men like tailor
Law figures. Lawn tennis, croquet ana
archery were in full blast. On the
level sward a platform had been ialo
for dancers, and a band, hidden IN ar
cades of blossoming vines, filled tne
air with delightful music. There were
trained servants gliding hither ana
thither with claret cup, champagne cup
and ices. At a huge marquee pitcheo
in a wilderness of flowers, refresh
ments were served in the shape OF sal
ads and cold birds, pate de foie gras
and iellied tongue, charlottes, pattles
and every other delicacy known to
such occasions.
'It is eavenly-divine!" stammered
Dr. Dick, without the smallest knowl-
edge of what he was saying.
Ethel Greylock laughed mischieV-
ously.
you are enthusiastic concerning
Garden parties. Do you like lawn ten
mis- and croquet, and the 'twanging OF
the bow string DR.. Vandine?'
mo" he answered, coming to his
senses a little, and pulling the RED
moustache down over his dubious
mouth.
There you and 1 agree" she an
swered. brightly; "even at school,
where amusements were few, l always
detested these absurd games. DO you
like Watteau costumes and rugs
spread on the grass to keep the damp
ness from sensitive feet, and enormi-
ties of French cookery served under
the trees when one would far sooner
sit down to the table indoors-only
that would not be English style? No,
YOU have no penchant for these things
I see; so, beg of you do not call our
garden party heavenly or divine.
He colored to his eyes.
AT least my words are applicable
to some Of the faces here" he mutter-
ed, gazing straight down at the heir
ess Of Greylock Woods.
He had come to this garden party
by invitation of Miss Pam. He had
known Ethel Greylock just one hour
by the clock, and that time had been
sufficient to reduce him to as complete
a state of idocy as it is possible for a
tolerably sensible man to fall at snort
notice
She wore a Gainsborough hat with
a sweeping feather. Her dress was a
shining marvel Of peacock blue In
the yellow Mechlin lace Of the corsage
drooped a great cluster Of odorous
blush roses. Her pearly skin, her yell
low hair, clinging in thick, close rings
to her forehead, the splendor OF her
great, pansy-dark eyes took Vandines
breath. His head swan as he looked
at her. Repeatedly he turned away
only to turn back again, and stare
anew with ever-increasing surprise
and rapture at her fiawless beauty.
Ethel had fulfilled the threat made in
Jest to her grandfather-already Aunt
PANS new physician was the captive
of her bow and spear.
How hot and tired Aunt Pam
poor soul-looks. in her role OF host
ess!" she said, paying no heed to the
last remark Of her companion. DO
YOU know many of the people here, Dr.
Vandine?"
mo" he answered, frankly. How
should 1? They are, one and all, rich
somebodies, and I-well, l have my
way still to make in the world"
rs Blackport a good place in which
to make ones way?" she asked care
lessly spreading her painted fan.
"I hope So" he answered, with great
cheerfulness. AT any rate l am now
settled for good at Cats Tavern"
Cats Tavern!" echoed Ethel Grey
lock, with a ripple Of amusement IN
her tone. Pray, where is that?'
TT is the old public house that was
formerly called Poole's Inn. The peo-
pie at the novels and cottages gave 1t
it's new name, because the taste OF
Miss Mercy Poole the landlady, runs
particularly to cats. She keeps in and
about the house a bakers dozen or
more"
Delightful! Her choice of pets
shows plainly that she is a spinster."
Yes The Blackport people say
that she had some love affair in her
youth which turned out unhappily, and
since that episode and the death of the
old landlord, her father, she has fallen
into eccentric ways"
Tell me more about her"
IT dare not attempt it. Mercy Poole
must be seen to be appreciated"
And the cats?"
The same can be said of them,
also"
'I will ask grandpa to take me to
the tavern tomorrow" said Ethel,
looking intentIy at the pictures on her
fan. Il yearn to make the acquaint-
ance of that bakers dozen of felines'
In my childhood l once saw Mercy
Poole. and remember her still"
There was silence for a moment.
The westering sunshine slanted in
warm floods through the trees; the
south wind set the wilderness of YER
dure in the avenues and hollows all
a-shake over the wide lawns. brist-
ling with palms and aloes, and burn