Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-07-10

dent of note during those ten years. He
did not admire Warrington any the less
for his reticence. 1t took strong man
to hold himself together under all
these blows from the big end Of for
tunes horn.
He had known the two brothers at
college. and to Paul he had given q
had been the idol, and popular not only
for his feats Of strength but for his
lovableness. He recalled the affection
between the two boys. Arthur admired
Paul for his strength, Paul admired
and gloried in his brothers learning.
Never would he forget that commence
ment day, when the two boys in their
mortar boards, their beautiful mother
between them, walked arm in arm
across the green Of the campus. 1t was
an unforgettable picture.
Paul was a born engineer; Arthur
had entered the office as a make shift.
Paul had taken eight-thousand one day
and decamped. Arthur had refunded
the sum and disappeared. Gilmore could
not understand, nor could his father.
Perhaps some Of the truth would now
come to light. Somehow, Paul, with
his blond beard and blonder head, his
bright eyes, his tan, his big shoulders,
somehow Paul was out Of date. He did
not belong to the times.
And Elsa had met him over there;
practically ordered (though she had no
authority that he should be given a
start anew; that, moreover, she would
go his bond to any amount. Funny old
world Well, he was glad. Paul was
a man, a big man, and that was the
sort needed in the foreign bridge
building. He rolled down the top Of
his desk and left the building. He was
in no mood for work.
The evening of the third day found
ing a dilapidated feather-molting bird,
who was in a most scandalous temper.
Rajah scattered the seeds about, spurn-
ed the banana-tip, tilted the water-cup
and swashbuckled generally. BY and
by, above the clack- -clack Of wheels
and rails, came a grooming song. The
baggage-man looked up from his way
book and lowered his pipe. He saw the
little green bird pause and begin to
keep time with it's head. 1t was the
Urdu lullaby James used to sing. 1t
never failed to quiet the little parrot.
Warrington went back to his Pullman,
where the porter greeted him with the
information that the next stop would
be his. Ten minutes later he stepped
from the train, a small kitbag in one
hand and the parrot cage in the other.
He had come prepared for mistake on
the part of the natives. The single
smart cabman lifted his hat, jumped
down from the box, and opened the
door. Warrington entered without
speaking. The door closed, and the cou-
pc rolled away briskly. He was per-
fectly sure OF his destination. The cab
man had mistaken him for Arthur. 1t
would be better so. There would be no
after complications when he departed
on the morrow. AS the coupe took a
turn, he looked out Of the window. They
were entering a driveway, lined on each
side Of which were chestnuts. Indeed,
the house was set in the center Of a
grove Of these splendid trees. The cou-
pc stopped.
Wait" said Warrington, alighting.
YES, sir"
Warrington went up the broad We
randa steps and pulled the old-fashion-
ed bell cord. He was rather amazed at
his utter lack of agitation. He was as
a casual acquaintance. His mother and
brother, whom he had not seen in ten
years! The great oak-door drew in,
and he entered unceremoniously.
why, Marse A'thuh, didn't see yo'
go OUT" exclaimed the old negro SER
want.
Il am not Arthur; 1 am his brother
Paul Which door,"
Pop-eyed, the old negro pointed to a
door down the hail. Then he leaned
against the banister and caught des-
perately at the spindles. For the voice
was not Arthur's.
Warrington opened the door, closed
it gently and stood with his back to it.
At a desk in the middle Of the room sat
man, busy with books He raised his
head.
Arthur, don't You know me?"
"Paul?"
The chair overturned; some books
thudded DULY upor the rug. Arthur
leaned with his hands tense upon the
desk. Paul sustained the look, his eyes
sad and his face pale and grave.
(To be Contnued.)