Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-05-06
By GENEVIEVE FARNELL-BOND.

one, the pink-eyed one, or the one with
the mushroom mole. We sat about ten
minutes in utter silence. I tried to get
my psychic senses at work, but found
my physical ones much more acute.
This female, whoever she was, did not
use perfumes. No delicate odor of rose
or violet was waited to me. 1t ought
to have been in order to make any kind
Of decent story. Nor did she have
the super-soaped and clean -lineny
smell Of brisk ladies past their first
youth. would have known If Rosalie
were beside me. She was always char
acterized by a perfume SO subtly ard
delicately used that 1t seemed part Of
her. This thing beside me was elusive
II nothing else. Once perceived some
thing that was more Of an impression
than a perfume. 1t seemed to come
from her hair as the wind blew across
it. And when she sighed with youth
full, restless movement, the particles Of
air about me stirred electrically.
She whistled a few bars Of Tag
time" sang softly a snatch Of coon
song Then dimly saw her bend down;
and I knew by the character Of the
slight sounds that she was taking off
her oxfords, and dumping gravel from
them. "Ouch!" she muttered, must be
inside the stocking!"
Clearly 1t was my duty as a gentle
man to make my presence known. She
stood up suddenly. Perhaps she was
going away. No! I must act quickly.
But If I startled her she might lose her
balance, and fall some fifty feet to the
road below. I made quick spring,
and grasped her arm firmly.
Don't be frightened" said hurried
ly. Il didn't know you were coming
here, and couldn't help II If you didn't
know was here"
She stood perfectly still for mo-
ment, then laughed the most discon-
certing little laugh. 1t was sweet and
good-humored, yet such as to give
man an impression that she had some
thing on him.
I'm not frightened" she responded.
obviously steadying her voice. Il knew
at least thought-or should say I
came down the trail to the right, and
I'm very tired. Don't let me disturb
you-do sit down. L"
i've some letters to write. Will you
permit me to see you safely to the ho-
tel?"
Silence a moment, and could feel
her eyes fixed on my black bulk. Now,
that's nice Of you," she drawled; "but
I think I'll stay here"
1 dropped back in evaporation. She
seated herself quietly, with the assur-
ance of young person, who If she did
not find a welcome, felt no uneasiness
about making one.
I'm sorry I've spoiled your evening""
she said softly.
"Oh, I hope you don't think that L"
mot at all-and I'm going present.
~. Please don't strike a match" And
she laid detaining fingers on my hand.
'T don't want-at least can't stand
smoking"
Irritated, yet remained perfectly
still for fear she would take her hand
away. Presently her little fingers clos
ed over mine convulsively.
81 shouldn't stay here a minute. I've
tried to fight 1t out all day by myself.
know what to do"
I waited a while for developments,
then ventured. do you care to tell
me?"
We're strangers to each other-Pve
no right to intrude my confidence. But
do you believe in marriage?"
do I believe in marriage? Why-of
course! But-not for myself"
Then you're in love with someone
already married." she said suddenly.
Good heavens, child" laughed, and
drew a little nearer.
Then why don't you believe in 1t
for yourself?"
well, because" I answered slowly,
'I don't believe that any woman Is con-
tented with her husband after she's
been married for while. We're such
lot Of brutes, you know-we destroy
her ideals. And then"
"She either willis and grows homely,
or becomes interested in the attention
of other men,
You don't mean"
"No-only that when adulation ceases
at home she'll seek it elsewhere, If only
to assure herself that she hasn't lost
her attractions"
And do you think it wrong for her
even innocently to indulge this vani-
ty?"
I'D rather not be-the husband"
answered slowly.
"I suppose you'd rather be the hand
some bachelor fraend!" And with
mocking laugh she arose hastily, and
her little dark form was lost In the
| blackness.
I could find no trace of her at the
hotel-no one among the young women
there could have been she. And al
though went to the rock every night
she did not come, until one evening
storm commenced to blow up out OF
the west. She came and sat beside me-
| Don't you love -" she said.
Il do" I respond ID. Il suppose you
mean the storm"
1T is wonderful wonderful! So wild
and unrestrained. It seems to be part
of mean expression Of mel" And she
reached her arms upward.
| II want to see you-to look into your
facet" said bending close.
| "Why?" she asked. shrinking away.
Because you have passionate soul
"a beautiful white soul that is incap-
able Of wrong-incapable Of small
| things. You impress me in the same
way as do the writings of Eileen Kar-
ney. I don't want to meet her now. But
| do want you. You are full Of strange
| and mysterious thoughts and essences.
Open this wonder world to me, dear!
| Tell it to me-tell it to mel"