Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-07-11

have done long ago! All his life hat
been without secrecy or reproach; ant
| now, to take his sweetheart by TIT
hand and go down buoyantly to the
town to face them all! How easy i
was under the witchery Of the Septem.
ber moon!
They were both laughing, nervouslJ
yet with happiness, when he lifted hel
down the last rock among the night.
damp leaves and burst through the
grape tangle to the street, crossing
Sinsinawa, looking down in the pools
at their reflections. They were coming
to the first houses, the lamp In the
! window, and somewhere the murmul
of voices from neighbors visiting or
the lawns-his people, kind, true peo'
pie. They should be her people now
This was the beautiful answer he
would make to conventions and curl
Gus eyes and tongues-to take her by
the hand and lead her among them
Love was enough; love was all-and
they should see!
They came about the corner Of the
old News building. On the platform
walk a man stood who was staring OF
SO strangely above the sugar trees OF
the Square that Harlan did not, al
first, recognize Wiley Curran himself
Under one arm he had the exchanges
from the nights mail; at his feet, In
the moonlight, lay an envelope. and In
his hand was the key-ring with which
he always opened his letters. 80
Harlan drew his sweetheart on. But
not until they were directly before
Curran did the latter appear to notice
them. Then he stared down at the
opened letter in his hand and mutter-
ed: "The girls got it-uait till the
old town hears that" .fi
"Wiley?" .-s ..-.s - .,,
Hello, Harlan" responded Wiley
absently. Then his blank eye fell upon
Aurelie. He started. why, how did
you know?" ............ ...t,
She looked puzzledly at him. by
George!" the editor roared; did you
hear from 'em?" Then he seized hel
hand frantically and shook It. "Miss
Lindstrom-it's the greatest thing thai
ever hit the old town." GO.
She had no idea what he meant
Harlan interposed. Whats the mat
ter, Wiley?" Do. =.
Don't you know? Then what the
mischief are you bringing her here
for?" The editor shook the letter be-
fore them. ''This?"
"Aurelie! Why we don't know any.
thing you're talking about? What?
"Aurelie," went on the editor, you've
won the beauty contest"
She continued to stare at him
"You got it," cried Curran. 'The Sum
day editor Of the Chicago Chronicle
wrote me this-he wants column OF
dope about you. They'll print youl
picture-the prize winner!"
Prize winner!" Harlan shouted
You're crazy! How did the Chronicle
get her picture?" '.}a' '.@nh I;
II sent it to 'em. Last spring wher
the Chicago paper started this beaut,
contest, vawter, the photographer, AMI
I were looking over that bunch Of higf
school pictures-the junior bunch. Ant
we sent three of 'em-just for ducks
we entered three Of 'em! The Mills
girl and Elise Dickinson-and Azure
lies. And Aurelie's won it,"
Harlan stood paling before him
"Elise-and Aurelie! The picture
What picture? 1 never saw any pic
ture!"
1T was a peach. Sort Of Spanish
with lilacs in her hair! Vawter caugh
something in it that was indescrib
able" He stared again at Aurelie
hungrily, fascinated, as If seeking tht
thing that men would call beautiful II
her. why, girl. never looked at yol
before-never thought you were 500
good looking!"
Harlan tore the letter from his hand
and was reading it.
The editor looked at the girls mute
and puzzled face. 1.-The most beautifu
girl in the west-that's the way they'll
spring It! The syndicate-thirty Of th'
biggest papers in the United States
will publish that picture, and twenty
million people will see it," He danced
up and down. "Aurelie, you little mad
cap, you'll be the most famous woman
in the country!"
Still she looked at her lover expect
antly, uncomprehending.
Harlan seemed gasping for breath
Then he crushed the letter and slam
med it. at the editors feet. "Aurelie-
her picture! You big damned fool, WI
ley! Her picture!"
And seizing Aurelie by the hand, n
whirled about and dragged her afte
him from the sidewalk. The edito
continued to watch them until the!
were lost in the sugar-tree shade
High street, still like one bereft Of nj
senses. Even the startling idea Of tn
| judges son and Old Michigan's CIR
coming from a tryst down Eagle Poin
trail to town together could not awak
en- him. After a while he muttered
THE most beautiful woman in Ameri
ca-maybe the whole world! Bigges
thing ever hit the old town since ia
Smith killed himself up above tn
First National Bank! Aurelie, tn
beauty-prize winner!"
| (To be Continued).
Fewer penitents, tortured by tn