Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-26

Miss Custance. She is doing some
private detective work for his party. I
believe her special work is to get into
the confidence of men. He's been
coaching her. Do you know herr"
"Yes," said Stuart shortly. Il am to
call on her tonight"
Alice lifted her eyebrows. Il believe
that you are singled out for the honor
Of being victimized. At any rate, ! feel
that she's not q At person for me to
know. And II you go to her tonight"
The light eyes grew steely.
II understand" replied Stuart sim
ply. "And permit me to say that II
Hal Chesmore is received in this house
excuse me-from this moment you
are free to do as you will. congrat-
ulate you on your choice"
"But what has he done that Is SO
terrible?"
Had you asked me before receiving
his visits l should have told you. But
not now. Good-by." .
And this was the result Of Ches-
more's first move to even the score
between the two-a score that mad
been standing since Stuart had uncov-
cred fostering condition Of affairs in
the office which Chesmore had held-a
system Of graft so vile that Chesmore's
own party did not dare to cover him.
And all these years Stuart had never
before understood Alice.
"You have come!" cried the girl, ex-
tending both hands, as Stuart entered
the door Of the dainty apartment
without reaching forth his hands, he
regarded her. The copper Of. her hair
above the whiteness Of her sheer gar
ments, with their gold claspings, made
her wonderful to look upon. But the
wonder, after all, came from her eyes.
ITO think that 1t should have come
to me like this" Stuart blurted forth
in spite Of himself. r,
What do you mean?" she asked,
drawing back, on the defensive.
"They have detailed me at head
quarters to find you out. But now that
/ have found you, they shall never
know. I have always thought that no
one but the most degraded person
could play the spy-could gain knowl-
edge of an opposing party through un-
fair methods. Butt suppose 1t had
to be someone like you-no one could
resist you. I can't tell you all Of the
impulses you awakened in me when
our eyes met last night. But discov-
cred that I had never known the
meaning Of love until then. I don't
care what you have done, or what you
are doing. Somewhere behind that
sweet face is a soul-a fine, beautiful
soul, and it has made me find mine"
He took her face suddenly between his
hands, and looked at 1t long time as
one gazes upon the face Of the beloved
dead. 81 q
Miss custance, i know why you in
vited me here tonight. don't know
how much you know, but you shall
gain no secrets, Of me. I'm scheduled
for a speech forty miles out Of town
tonight, and I shall make that speech.
I shall tear things open, and unearth
the rottenness on both sides, regard
less of consequences-then I am
through with politics. Chesmore said
we'd be quits-we're more than quits"
Don't go to that meeting go!
tell you you're in danger!" But Stu
art was gone. .! /
His machine made good time until
the fog began to rise. Then 1t became
necessary to use some caution. All
went well, however, until the turn was
made from the main highway. An OBJ
struction seemed to have been thrown
suddenly across the road. The machine
struck. a. tb.s. b. ~ e.a
why didn't you listen to me-why
didn't you listen?" Stuart gathered
himself up unhurt from where he had
been flung. The soft hands Of wo-
man were on his breast. II could have
told you they had planned this-it was
Chesmore! Can't you understand? i?
Can't I make you believe that I have
never done the thing Of which you ac-
cused me? No-don't touch me. What
I've done Is as bad-Pve, played spy on
the other side. I've made friends with
the most degraded men-Tve let them
entertain me at the cafes. I've resort
ed to the meanest Of schemes and in
trigues to accomplish purposes. Every
thing-but the one sin. Why didn't
your chief tell you?"
But who, then, Is the other wom-
an?" asked Stuart, bewildered.
II shall not tell"
"Is it-Alice? No-you needn't an
swer. Have you machine? Quick
we'll turn back and take the next road.
I'll deliver that speech-it'll finish me
politically-but politics be d-d!
Well go away, somewhere, sweetheart
we'll go off to the hills where every
thing Is sweet and pure, and my lily
shall be lifted out of the miasma Of the
quagmire."
"And shall be worthy Of you!"
cried the girl, lifting her head proudly.
The speech was delivered. 1t tore
the political situation wide open. Stu
art Varney was the next candidate for
mayor at the head Of the principle
before politics" party.-Los Angeles
Times.
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