Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-12-17
CHAPTER IV-Continued.


,,ost ancestral estates in Saxony, ano
q hotel in Paris. He is cultured e'e-
can't. handsome, and you owe him your
life. Ny love, again I say to you Oe
WISE" .,,,
Ethe, WINGED. She had been careful
" trained, indeed-this glorious oaiA
ovod beiress-carefully innocuiateo
u,tb her mothers ambitions, anu
tou.h+ TO measure both people anu
things by that mothers standard Inc
irnnress of the one had been stamped
upon the other-to how fatal an eN'en'
the future alone could tell.
Che turned to the window and look
Cd fxedly out upon the blue lake.
..E,orsive me, mamma. l will not Oh
fend YOU again-in this way at leas''
81 am sure you will not you nave
too much good sense, Ethel. nave
always found you tractable' not at a.,
ike Rec. Let us say no more anoul H.
ma BELLE" said Mrs. Sardis with aii a'. oil
of great magnanimity. Come you
must breakfast with me-l Still nave
many things about which WISH u
talk with you"
So it CHANGED that Larry Haroins
wandering disconsolately about .he
hotel, glancing up at the naiconieS
,ear;ne into the reading-room, and the
conservatory which opened from tne
d,n,ne-hall, eyeing every lady tna'
came and went in the range OF MS VI
.,on saw no more Of his enchantress
In a fever of wrath and pain and I'M
natience, he cursed himself thousand
times for his folly, and made reaoy u
start at noon for Paris.
I'm Off" he announced 10 freo
Bradford, as he encountered that noii'
Rostonian on the stair.
"ouite as we'll for you'" answered
bradford dryly. You haven't chance
with the Sardis. The count Is sa1e to
v,n tbere-confound the titled beg
gar!' ,, .o,s
what, has she refused you!" SAID
Lawrence, struck by the, suspicious
wrath in the others tone.
Yes, that she has-ages ago. at ea,
den-Raden. Nothing but q title VIII
do for her, or perhaps ! ought to say
for that mother Of hers. Well,
"orhose who have nothing left to hope
Have nothing left to dread
GO home, Larry, forget her, like a
sensible fellow, and make another 1or-
time as soon as you can, and II you
want help at any time-well, remem-
Der mel"
Harding wrung the Bostonian's
hand.
"A thousand thanks. Yes, I'm ready
m 90. Bradford, as soon as l can see
her again-as soon as 1 can say good
nv 10 her. I can't leave without
word; it would scarcely be polite
would it? Where is she-do yot
know?"
shut safely from your sight, I'll o'
bound" replied Bradford, with a shrue
of the shoulders; don't be foolish
I,arry-it will do you no good-you are
wasting time and patience in vain
You've got the disease hard, and pity
YOU, by Jove! I do, for you see
know how it is myself. Had not yo'
better leave your adieux with me? II
repeat them to her verbatim"
'I can't, by heaven! I can't, Brad
ford, must speak with her mysei
once more, at any cost. Yes, know
I am inconceivably mad, but it's use
less to reason with me. I will haV'
one parting word with her If 1 wait
week for the opportunity"
In spite of his repuke of the morning
he was firm upon this point. Nooi
came. but Miss Sardis had not ye
made her appearance, and Larr'
Harding did not start for Paris, IN
dinner hour sounded. He hurried t
the table d'hote, and had the suprem
satisfaction of seeing her glide into al
opposite seat, with the count on ne
left hand and Mrs Sardis on her right
She was dressed in rich, severe blacI
"a color which enhanced the marpl
whiteness of her skin and gave her
statuesque look. A single halt-pio"
blush rose was fastened by a cluste
of diamonds to the lace at her throa
Some lines of Tennyson's rushed mad
" through Harding's memory:
"A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this;
To waste his whole heart in one kis
Upon her perfect lips"
Not one of the trio deigned him s
much as a glance. AS for Ethel, sh
was talking to the count in low, en-
crossed tone, very eXasperating to
rivals ear. And he, flushed, trium
phant, in the seventh heaven, evident
", devoured her with his sleepy eye
and hung with an air of unutterabl
devotion upon her words. No one coul
look at Otto, Count Stahl, and dout
that the fair American had added hiI
to her long list of slain.
Good Cod" thought poor Larr,
growing desperate and profane to
gether. "she acts as if she was reall
content to receive his Alteration
What's in a name? Much-very mucl
l begin to suspect. AS for him, he ha
forgotten that poor little countess
her corner of Pere Lachaise as uttel
" as if she never existed"
A band in the dining-room was play
ing an air from La Favorite. IT
fountain there splashed merrily,
was it's custom during the dinner hou
From the adjoining conservatory II
odor of flowers drifted out, and a cla
ter of forks and spoons, buzz
French, German, English and Italia
tongues, made a discordant undertor
in the music. In the midst Of tn
small Babel. Alice Bradford, pink ar
white Boston belle, touched Harding
elbow.
He is very devoted, is he not?" 81
whispered, maliciously-"the count,
mean-he has the air Of a fiance.
course-it will be a match. Is it n
ridiculous-the way American mothe
with marriageable daughters rus
,bo,,t E,,rOne holding out to fOreie