Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-06-26

had been the cruX of it all, of her
doubt, of her hesitance. If he had
fought for prizes coveted by mankind,
if he had thrown aside his dreams and
gone into the turmoil, if he had taken
up a mans burden and carried it to
success. Elsa, daughter Of man who
had fought in the great arena from
his youth to his death, Elsa was not
meant for the wife of a dreamer.
Paul Ellison. What was his crime
in comparison to his eXpiation of it?
He had built bridges, fought torrents,
scholar; he saw no romance in the
multifarious things he had of neces-
sity put his hand to: these had been
daily matter -of-fact occupations a
strange gladness seemed to loosen the
tenseness of aching nerves.
Then, out Of the real world about
her. came with startling distinctness,
the Shrek of a parrot. She would
have recognized that piercing cry any
where. 1t was Rajah. In the next
room, and she had not known that
Warrington (she would always know
him by that name), was stopping at
the same hotel She listened intently.
Presently she heard muffied sounds: a
came a softer tinkle, a scurry of pat
tering feet, then silence.
Elsa ran to the door and stood mo-
tionless by the jamb, waiting ether
ely white in the moonshine. Sudden
ly upon the gallery pillars flashed yell
low light She would have gone back
to bed, but a thrill Of unknown fear
held her. BY and by the yellow light
went out with that quickness which
tricks the hearing into believing that
the vanishing had been accompanied
by sound. She saw Warrington, fully
dressed, issue forth cautiously, glance
about, then pass down the gallery,
stepping with the lightness Of a cat
She returned hastily to her room,
threw over her shoulders a kimono,
and went back to the door, hesitating
there for a breath or two. she step
ped out upon the gallery. What had
reused him at this time Of night? She
leaned over the railing and peered
down into the roadway which in day
time was given over to the rlckshaw
coolies. She heard the crunch Of
wheels, a low murmur Of voices; be-
yond this, nothing more. But as the
silence of the night became tense once
more she walked as far as Warning
tons door, and paused there.
The gallery floor was trellised with
moonlight and shadow. She saw
something lying in the center of a
patch of light, and she stopped. The
light was too dim for her to rad; so
she re-entered her own room and turn
ed on the lights. 1t was Warrington's
letter of credit. She gave low laugh.
perhaps a bit hysterical. There was
no doubt Of it. Some one had entered
his room. There had been struggle
in which he had been the stronger,
and the thief had dropped his plunder.
finding himself closed in upon, had
thrown the letter Of credit toward the
railing, in hope that it would fall over
to the ground below, where. later he
could recover it). Elsa pressed it to
her heart as another woman might
have pressed a rose, and laughed
again. Something Of his; something
to give her the excuse to see and to
speak to him again. Tomorrow she
would know: and he would tell her
the truth, even as her heart knew it
now. For what other reason had he
turned away from her that first day
out of Rangoon, hurt and broken?
Paul Ellison; and she had told him
that she was going home to marry his
brother!