Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-05-09

seem herself at all, to him, nor TO ner-
self.
"Ah, WE'LL" He would have to go
on to the end; did he not know he
would he forced to do so, when he
came there that night? The play lad
been but the text, the keynote; the
real drama came after the curtain was
down. Without now, in front of the
stage, the servants were beginning to
clear away the little partitions of the
boxes and squares, for the dance that
would follow. Where shall 1 begin?
That Is the point" he observed with
light helplessness. 1T all seems so in
comprehensive, uneXplainable, when
one attempts to explain" he remarked.
II didn't know how extraordinarily
difficult it would he. OF course, you
know, I'm a thief"
She shivered. Her lips were very
uncertain. She seemed to try to speak,
but could not; the cherry blossoms
lay mockingly bright at her feet.
Il guess that's the best way to
start" said Chatfeld Bruce contem-
platively. He looked at her now, but
did not seem to see her; some vista,
| far beyond, engrossed his look. "A
plain Dick Turpin, Robert Macaire,
Jack Sheppard, or any of that ilk, If
you please. VOLTA! So much estab-
lished, one can go on-or rather, go
backward" he laughed. He did not
spare himself now.
1t began far up one Of the rivers Of
China, where even in these enlightened
days, the genuine, old fashioned pirate
yet fiourishes. The idea, l mean, be-
gan there; perhaps was unconsciously
suggested by a certain old river-p pi-
rate whose life 1 once happened to
save. But that's another story; If you
ever meet Senor Caglioni, again,
which doubt, he could tell you about
it. This buccaneer of the yellow
stream" he went on in ironical, SCOT
| fling accents, was a terrible fellow.
In times of famine, when thousands
were dying and the Chinese merchants
hoisted the price of rice to a prohibi-
| Tive lllIS "lShSu SOi ooi llClpSb
himself at the swords point to all the
| cereal, and distributed it for nothing
to the famished hordes. Primitive So
cialism! There was something de-
lightfully naive about it 10 me. I
cherished a positive liking for the old
marauder. OF course they got his
head in the end; but when his spirit,
like that of the mans in the poem,
swung past the milky way to the
realms of Pluto, I'll warrant there was
no what some one else said,' what
some one else did or thought as he
met the dark masters queries. A law
unto himself" musingly. "A person.
ality!" He broke off with a laugh.
THAT seems about ALL" he remarked.
THE rest becomes merely episodical
and degenerates into mere vulgar de-
tails"
You have always given away,
then" Was she speaking or was it
dream? He answered, From some
where not far away. the orchestra
tuning their instruments, could be
heard.
And Mr.. Page-those bonds She
hardly knew what she was saying.
Some time ago, he foisted on a
certain charity, as advisory member
of the board, about fifty thousand dol
lars worth of bad securities a certain
little country bank had held" He
Alyn i, hot ll n
guild. THE bank was his own; he
arranged the transaction so that moth
ing could legally be done in the mat
| ter. 1t seemed like a good joke to
make him, without knowing it, pay
them back; that is all. Morrow and
the rest? Why speak of them?" wear
| lily. History but repeats itself in
their cases. l thought the game worth
the candle. The excitement was rath-
er stimulating-but it has ceased to he
So" He looked at her. "Good-by
Miss Happy fora Thousand Years"
he laughed.
Her lips moved slightly. You are
going away; from New York;" she
had asked something of the kind, she
remembered. before.
o-morrow."
| Where are you going?" She stood
like one lingering there after the cli-
max.
| He made a vague gesture. She
seemed trying to think of something
| further to say, but no words came to
her. moment he looked at her, the
shining, lustrous robe, beautiful
sheath for the slender, beautiful form.
He could not see her eyes; the lashes
hid them from him. Happy fora
Thousand Years." How the words vi
brated through her? Beneath her
throat the violet -hued stuff suddenly
shimmered to her quick breath
Though the mist filled her eyes, some
| thing waved. A drapery? She felt
the chill as 1t fell back into place,
and looked before her. She stood
alone. He had gone-gone!
No; there was footstep without;
he was coming back. The orchestra
began suddenly to play-the waltz, the
Viennese waltz they had danced to-
gether ages ago! A hand was at the
curtain. If he came in now! Mad
| ness, Glamour! Happy fora
Thous-" She heard voice, mans
voice
II was wondering where l should
find YOU" 1t was Sir Archibald!
ITO be Continued)
GreenviIle, May 2: In the general
sessions court here today, Judge Sease
| directed a verdict of mot guilty" in
| The case Of Lee Holland. intendant of