Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-08-29

Il l-tIiS tOWh HcNcI Will 6ct oNCf toihhi
about you-all this miserable notoriet
1T hurt. I said nothing. But kne,
loved you, for all the talk hurt
hurt! I didn't want you to go on 1
this miserable, cheap show business
There was so much to do-to make O
ourselves-before we-before 1t woul
be right for us to marry"
1t was badly put to such as Aurelie
"Oh, a girl doesn't want lover VIII
thinks Of what there is to do, or max
of her before he marries her. That
what you mean, of course!" She blurt
ed on, checking her hot tears. II don
care! came back here yesterday
perfectly happyl And the way thi
awful town treated mel" ..g
"Aurelie?" ne said sternly, whit,
with a battle to be the master; foreve
this desire to 81 elter her and teach he
mingled with his passion. you do 81
many things! Racing around TIT
square yesterday in that machine. Ant
you ought not to have kissed Vile,
CurranI"
"Why not?" She looked up limo
Gently. II felt happy-and he was glat
to see me-"
He sighed with encouragement
"And then there's that story-Aurelie
did Hen McFetridge give you any dia.
monds?" .....u
Yes. A tiny one" She held out
her hand with naive pride. "And ht
said he'd have given me lots more 4
he'd sold more oil stock"
+ Harlan forced back smile. Harv.
ard and two hundred years Of his faith
er's culture had no answer to this. %
ought to be angry" he muttered.
: She was regarding him with her old
puzzled air Of respect Il reckon" she
went on, that friends can give one
presents IL they want tot" She sighed
pensively. You're funny people-you
and your mother and everybody.
never can understand. And so I want
to go away and be great actress. and
sometime come back here again with
lots Of clothes and bulldog on a
chain"
"a bulldog and press-agent-"
"oh, Aurelie! I'd rather have you
back again-the little wild-woods girl
Uncle Mich's girl-and not prize
beauty and an actress-not a bit!"
He had reached to take her hands,
and with them drew himself down be-
side her. She laughed blithely: "Har-
Ian, I'm a heap prettier than ! used to
be, amt ~"
Not 'ain't L. Aurelie!"
well, then-something else! Pret-
tier. and with clothes-you ought to
love me a heap more. Harlan, If
arlount to something"
But I don't want you to amount to
His arm slipped down
about her slenderness, he tried to shake
her angrily; and then, with great
passionate pity, he swept her up in his
arms in the old way-her breath upon
his lips, the quiver Of her warm flesh
against his own. He was no more the
boy; a new mans madness to possess
her beat on him. 1t overbore his con-
troll his heritage. 1t was not so that
his father had loved-loved with this
young lust Of triumph, this barbaric
holding of poignant life and the beau
ty that was in her. A fame, a play
1t was he held Aure-
lie, 1t was sweet to know she was ly-
ing in his arms, still and content. IF
you knew how cared! haven't any
law or morals with you-it's just you
and 1 want you to stay. You shall
stay, Aurelie-by God, shan't have
you go away to be cheapened and
ground up in the cities with all that
life you'll lead! No-no!"
She looked up from his kisses. 'If
stay. you'll marry me?"
yes, dear-a thousand times!"
That's like you and old times. Har-
Ian! But to live here in Rome-oh,
they wouldn't have usl"
I'll make them have us!" He cried
1t fiercely to the town below them in
the dusky light.
Mr.. Curran said you could be dis
trict> attorney next year. And that
you were getting on fine. oh, you'll
have to give that all up, Harlanl'
He was still. Then he muttered:
But love yop, dear!"
Il know. Bnt your mother-and
what they all think Of mel l never
knew until yesterday how bad they
thought"
You'll stay and make your place,
dear tn be the big brave way. oh,
we were Fight before! Fhe night SEEM
ed big and generous, didn't it, dear?
And then we let It go. Oh, we were
right-and all the world was wrong!"
She drew his head to her and kissed
him, a soft humbleness in her eyes.
Then she sat up and put his arm gen.
tly aside apd looked down long at the
valley. Somehow she could not quite
forget. A strange idea that she had
places with Harlan grew on
her. Their last night in the hills It
had been she who was burning with
this wild passion, this splendor Of love
that considered nothing in all their
lives but love. And he had been the
mentor, his cool sane blood that had
saved them and held them pure.
And now, slowly, with her sense Of
the bigness Of his love. grew the sense
Of bis unrealized sacrifice. It seemed
as If the long unequal years while he
was fighting down the handicap, wip-
ming his place despite her lacking-she,
WHO had even a name except what
Lindstrom had given her, no parentage
save what a disreputable whisky ped
Ter chose to tell of her; who was now
the towns daughter of evil-the roll
unfolded to her. and she was cpriously
shaken. cropping amid hazards. yet cool
with purpose.
i want you to stay" he pleaded,
lust to show these people how 1 love
YOU, Aurelie. Why, we can laugh at it
all togetherl"