Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-07-08

| We'll, WELL" said the pedler with MS
cracked gaiety. "there'll be work for
Knute and Peter after schooi this
week" ..rr-.
The wife glanced up. Would they
never get off this topic Of the school
ing? John put his heavy hand across
the table. .r.. 81 alr
"There'l be no more schooling"
3"Ah, John!" the wife walled, will
you ruin us all with your pride?
There'll be an honest way for us all
yeti" ' gat.
The pedler fidgeted with the button
!, of. some church league on his lapel.
Down in his crouching soul some faith
fickered which gave him martyrs
comfort against Johns ascetic will.
"The Lord will provide" he shifted
"the Lord be by We, John" He was
facing the winter in his scanty sum-
mer suit, but he could give cheerfully
his two dollars to the family II 1t
twas Lords work."
Lords providing. and not mans. y
growled John. and he fiayed them all
again with his turbulence. He had
Echanged In the night from a stolid. yet
pall-caring father to an inward-burning
fanatic, hunted outlaw Of spirit. They
licould not voice the fright he gave
them. When he looked at his sons they
llcould not eat so fearful were they OF
this new father, this new man OF the
lIjail. His glance went about the silent
faces. Where's Aurelie? The 81 fs
not here" he went on. a..
/ shes plairlin' her new dress" the
|Imother quavered, with some woman
Fin town.. Shed have 1t new now, and
then lay 1t away for the party at high
school. John, man. she'd be. the pref
| ltiest of them all with the new dress
michigan here, he tried to save the
Ilmoney, didn't ye, uncle?' .,., If d.
Michigan laughed softly; his hairy
face lit up. The scared lads let down
from their strain. Aurelie! She could
IIbrighten even the meagerness OF the
llquarry shanty, then.
shes too much attention, now,'
| growled John. "She's got some French
i trick Of making every loafer at the bill :
Iliard corner look at her. She's better
away from gowns and parties-aye
and that priest from Earlville over
every month to talk to her. I'll moi
have it-she's too much in the towns
leye for a decent girl" ...
BE STILL" Knute blurted out Of the
sob in his throat, she's coming"
The eyes of all followed to the door
Even John did not raise his black hu-
NOR now she was here. She was ir
the door listening with a trifle Of self
consciousness, the long lashes Of heI
eyes quivering. Then she was amons
them. dropping breathlessly, as If from
a run, into the chair at Michigans
side, and looking about with an ode
defiant gaiety Then she held her plats
forth decisively, with child's prompt
ing. s.
Mother, I'm hungry. Sos Peter
she caught up the boys plate and hele
|it, with a bright sidelong glance OF al
lection at the tow-headed Danish boy
The woman helped them with muir
muir. Michigan's black secured paw
came to Aurelie's slim hand under thu
table. Then she kissed him. 1t was
| strange drama In the acrid dissembl'
| ing of human feeling that held In th'
ouarryman's house. But 1t stood like
a bloom against their meagerness. Snt
had called the gaunt cracker woman
mother" but she could not have beer
| farther from them all II she had step
ped from a child's story book. The 1--WE
| foster-brothers looked with uneas!
| fondness on this daughter Of the soutf
who was scolding them now In some
playful vivacity for their dirty hands
When she talked she leaned in pose
whose grace again detached her from
them all, thing not to be helped Of
hindered, so native was 1t to her, 81
foreign to their breeding.
Aurelie had changed amazingly IRON
the barbaric child-heart Of her Louis
lana davs when she had run away to tht
Cajun balls, kneeling to fix q woveI
cap of hyacinths in her hair as sh'
stared at her reflection In the water
and baffling the lumbermen with ne
French of the swamp people. She wa!
slender now, but 1.-the girl and not
/ child: her face was dark, mobile, ten
der or at times hard: her black eye
had the flash of rebellious tempers AM
coaxing temptations-the Dane boy
adored her, yet not even did little re
ter for an instant suppose she was MI
real sister. Everything about her, he
grace, her quiclxness, her nimble ton
i que: her little rosary hung on the Whit
bureau in the tiny chamber just OF tn
kitchen, whose door she had hung II
/ red chintz; her habit Of taking earl!
coffee, black, thick, drugging-Wnicl
| Michigan made at rising and brough
| to her bedside where she slipped 1t AM
i chartered with the old bootlegger-he
| dehant assertion tldt She "oo N~
4 olic. whatever that meant, her smatte
of French and Spanish; her memorie
of wild and wonderful years, whicl
now, in the crowded discomfort of tn
quarry home, took on the aspect o
unthinkable romance-all these set he
off from the family, from the dull de
cent town, from the whole world.
She was the best rifle-shot in tn
county; she could trap rabbits In tn
snow. and catch crawfish with bit o
twisted willow; she could guide dug
out log in the flooded sloughs with
trick of the wrist that the northerner
knew nothing about; and she ha'
scandalized the town her second yea
in school by challenging the best o
their callow sprinters and outrunnin
them hopelessly on track and In tn
hills. That fixed her forever In tn
towns granny soul; other girls coul'
a not we'll befriend her; she was tina
/, girl from the Pocket" or "Old Michi
gan's GIRL" or "Frenchy," and had tn
doubtful distinction Of being the onl
Catholic in Rome, Iowa. except Oh