Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-06-09
CHAPTER X-Continued.

wise. They are all l care about. J.
shun mediocrity as 1 would the
plague. l refuse to permit it to touch
me, either with words or with DEEDS.
The good opinion of those l love IS
dear to me; as for the rest of the
world" She snapped her fingers to
illustrate how little she cared.
81 am a man under a cloud, to be
avoided"
perhaps that cloud has silver
lining" with a gentle smile. Il do
not believe you did anything wrong,
premeditatively All of us, one time
or another, surrender to wild impulse.
Perhaps in the future there awaits for
me such a moment. l cannot recollect
the name of Warrington in cause
celebre," thoughtfully.
He could only gaze at her dumoly.
Don't you suppose there is a vast
difference between you and this man
Craig? Could you commit the petty
crime of cheating at cards, of taking
advantage of a woman's kindness, OF
betraying a mans misfortune? l do
not think you could. No, Mr.. War
rington, 1 do not care what they say,
on board here or elsewhere"
My name is not Warrington,
finding his voice. God in heaven
what would happen when she found
out what his name was? But my
fret name is Paul"
Paul. 1 have had my suspicious
that your name was not Warrington.
But tell me nothing more. what
good would it do? l did not read
that mans letter. merely noted your
name and his. You doubtless knew
him somewhere in the past"
might there not be danger in your
kindness to me?"
In what way"
"A man under a cloud is often reck-
less and desperate. There is always
an invisible demon calling out to
him: What's the use of being good?
You are the first woman of your sta
ton who has treated me as a human
being. do not say as an equal. You
have given me back some of my self
respect. 1t throws my world upside
down. It's a heavy wine for an alb
stemious man. Don't you realize that
YOU are a beautiful woman?'
She looked up into his eyes quick
". but she saw nothing there indicat-
ing flattery, only somber gravity.
II should be silly to deny it.
know that had l been q trump, the
colonel would not have snubbed me-
l wonder why it is that in life beauty
in a woman is always looked upon
with suspicion?"
Envy provokes that.
She resumed her inclination against
the rail again. after Singapore IT
is probable that we shall not meet
again. 1 admit, in my world, 1 could
not walk upon this free and easy
ground. l should have to ask about
your antecedents, what you have done,
all about you. in fact. Then, we should
sit in judgment"
And condemn me, off-hand. That
would be perfectly rlSnt.
But might be one of the dissent
ing judges"
THAT is because you are one wo-
man in a thousand"
NO: l simply have mind of my
own, and often prefer t" be guided by
it, l am not a sheep"
Silence. The lap-lap of the water,
the long slow rise and fall, and the
dartin~ flying fish apparently claim
ed their attention.
But Warrington saw nothing but the
danger. the danger to himself and to
her. At any moment he might fling
his arms around her, without his haV-
ing the power to resist. She called to
him as nothing in the world had called
before. But she trusted him, and be-
cause of this he resolutely throttled
the recurring desires. She was right.
He had scored what she had termed
as a wOman's instinct. She had read
him with a degree of accuracy. In the
eyes of God he was Il good man, de-
possibly good. He was human enough
to want her, human enough to APP
preciate the danger in which she
stood of him. He was determined not
To fail her. When she went back to
her own world she would carry an
unsullied memory of him. But, before
God, he should not have her.
why did you do that" she asked
whimsically.
"DO what?"
Shut your jaws with a snap
81 was not conscious of the act"
But you were thinking strongly
about something"
II was. Tell me about the man who
looks like me-" His gaze roved out
to sea. to the white islands of vapor
low-lying in the east. lin what re-
spect does he resemble me-"
His hair is yellow. his eyes are
blue, and he smiles the same way you
do"
He felt the lump rise and swell in
his throat.
IF you stood before 4 mirror you
would see him. But there the resem-
blance ends"
You say that sadly. Why"
Did |? Well, perhaps l was
thinking strongly. too"
is ne Il man who does things a
note of strained curiosity i'm his tone.
Ten years!
In what way do YOU mean"
Does he work i'm the world. does
he invent. build. finance"
Mayhap her eyes deceived her, but
the tan on his face seemed les brown
than yellow.
"N": Mr. Ellison is a collector of
paintings. of rugs. of rare books and
china. He's Il bit detached. as dream
crS usually are. He has written a
book Of exquisite v"rScS.-Iou are
smiling" she broke off suddenly, her
eyes filling with cold lights.
~ thousand pardons, The thought