Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-05-26

hands finally. There seemed to be
some argument. in which Warning
ton bore down the servant. The lat
ter added a friendly tap on the Eur
asian's shoulder. No one would have
suspected that the white man and his
dark companion had been ship
mates" in good times and in bad,
for nearly a decade. Elsa, watching
them from her secure nook, admired
the lack of effusiveness. The digni-
ty of the parting told her of the
depth of feeling.
An hour later they We're headed
for the delta.
Elsa amused herself by casting bits
of bread to the gulls. Always they
caught it on the wing, no matter IN
what direction she threw it. Some
times one would wing up to her very
hand for charity, its coral feet stretch
ed out TO meet the quick back play
of the wings, its cry, shallow and
plaintive and world-lonely.
Suddenly she became aware of
presence at her side.
voice said: 'lt was not quite fair
of you
What wasn't" without turning
her head. She brushed her hands
free of the crumbs.
You should have let me know that
you were going to sail on this boat
You would have run away, then"
Why" startled at her insight
Because you are a little afraid of
me-" She faced him, without smile
either on her lips or in her eyes.
Aren't you?"
YES. 1 am afraid of all things
do not quite understand"
There is not the least need in the
world, Mr.. Warrington. 1 am quite
harmless. My claws have been clip
ped. l am engaged to be married,
and am going home to decide the
day"
Hes a lucky man." He was as
tonished at his calm, for the blow
went deep.
Lucky? That is in the future.
What a lonely thing a gull isl
What a lonely thing a lonely man
is." he added. Poor fool! To have
dreamed so fair a dream for single
moment. He tried to believe that he
was glad that she had told him about
the other man. The least this infor-
nation could do would be to give him
better control of himself. He had not
been out in the open long enough to
entirely master his feelings.
Men ought not to be lonely, she
said There's the excitement OF
work. of mingling with crowds, of
going when and where one pleases.
A woman is hemmed in by a thousand
petty must-nots. She can't go out af-
ter dark; she can't play whist or bill
liards, or sit at table in the open and
drink and smoke and spin yarns.
Woman's lot is wondering and wait
ing at home. When | marry l sup
pose that | shall learn the truth of
that"
Perhaps it was because he had been
away from them so long and had lost
track of the moods of the feminine
mind: but surely it could not be pos
sble that there was real happiness in
this young wOman's heart. It's evi-
dence was lacking in her voice, in her
face, in her gestures. He thought it
over with a sigh. 1t was probably
one of these marriages of convent
ence. money on one side and social
position on the other. He felt sorry
for the girl, sorry for the man; for it
was not possible that a girl like this
one would go through life without eX-
periencing that flash of insanity that
is called the grand passion.
He loved her. He could lean
against the rail, his shoulder lightly
touching hers. and calmly say to him
self that he loved her He could
calmly permit her to pass out OF his
life as cloud passes down the sea-
rim. He hadn't enough, but this evil
must befall him. Love. He spread
out his hands unconsciOusly.
What does that mean" she asked,
smiling now. An invocation"
IT'S Il sign to ward OFF evil" he re-
turned.
From whom -
From me-"
Are you expecting evil?"
IL am always preparing myself To
meet il. There il one thing that will
always puzzle me. Why should you
have asked the purser to pick out
such u tramp as | was? For | was i
| tramp"
IL thought | explained that.
Not clearly"
well. then. ! shall make myself
clear. The sight of you upon that
bank. the lights in your face. struck
me as the Strangest mystery that could
possibly confront me. | thought you
We're ghost
| "A ghOSt?"
| Yes. So | asked the purser to in
trOduce you TO prove tn my satisfac-
ton that you weren't ghost. Line
for line height for height. color fol
color. you are the exact counterpart
of the man | am going home To mar
ry."
She saw the Shiver that ran ovel
him: she saw his eyes widen; she
saw his hands knot in pressure Ovel
the rail.
THE man you are going to marry
ne whispered.
Abruptly, without explanation. h'
walked away. his shoulders settled, hi:
head bent. 1t was her turn To be
amazed. What could this attitude
men?
MIR. Warrington" she called.
But he disappeared down the com
panionway.
(To he Continued
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