Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-08-17
CHAPTER XIV.
In the Burqlar-Proof.


of new vistas at Miss Grierson's eve
ning," Acknowledgements interces-
sion with the Widow Holcomb having
paved the way-took a favorable op-
portunity Of announcing his intention
of leaving Mereside. 1t figured as a
frateful disappointment to him-one
of the many she was constantly giving
him-that Margery placed no obstacles
in the way of the intention. On the
contrary, she approved the plan.
II know how you feel" she said,
IModding complete comprehension.
You want to have a place that you
can call your own; a place where you
can go and come as you please and
settle down to work. You are going
to work, aren't you?-on the book, l
mean?"
Griswold replaced in it's proper
niche the volume he had been reading
1t was Adam Smiths Wealth Of Ma
tions," and he had been wondering by
what ironical chance it had found a
place in the bankers library.
Yes; that is what 1 mean to do"
he returned. But it will have to be
done in such scraps and parings Of
time as l can save from some bread
and-butter occupation. One must eat
to live, you know"
She was sitting on the arm Of one
of the big library lounging-chairs and
of txyifh Sroila that
was suspiciously innocent and child
like.
You mean that you will have to
work for your living?" she asked.
Exactly"
What were you thinking Of doing?"
81 don't know" he confessed.
Again he surprised the lurking
smile in the velvety eyes, but this time
it was half-mischievous.
I'VE have a college here in Wahas-
ka, and you might get place on the
faculty." she suggested; adding: LAS
an instructor in philosophy, for exam
ple."
Philosophy? that is the one thing
"Oh, but do mean it, honestly" she
averred. You are a philosopher,
really and truly, and 1 can prove it.
Do you feel equal to another little
drive down town."
Being philosopher, 1 ought to be
equal to anything" he postulated; and
he went up stairs to get street coat
and his hat.
She had disappeared when he came
down again, and he went out to sit on
the sun-w warmed veranda while he wait
ed. He had already forgotten what
she had said about the object Of the
drive-the proving Of the philosophic
charge against him-and was looking
forward with keenly pleasurable an
ticipations to another outing with her,
the second for that day. 1t had come
to this, now; to admitting frankly the
charm which he was still calling sensu-
Gus, and which, in the moments Of in
sight recurring, as often as they can
be borne to the imaginative, and
vouchsafed now and then even to the
wayfaring, he was still disposed to
characterize as an appeal to that
which was least worthy in him.
Passing easily to Miss Farnham the
ideal from Miss Grierson the flesh and
blood reality, he was moved to Won
der mildly why the fate which had
brought him twice into critically inti-
=, 1an
ing him even chance meeting. For a
week or more he had been going out
daily; sometimes with Miss Grierson
in the trap, but oftener afoot and
alone. The walking excursions had
led him most frequently up and down
the lakeside drive, but the doctors
house stood we'll back in it's enclosure,
and there was much shrubbery. Once
he heard her voice: she was reading
aloud TO someone on the vine-screened
porch. And once again in passing, he
had caught a glimpse Of a shapely arm
with the loose sleeve falling away
from it as it was thrust upward
through the porch greenery to pluck
a bud from the crimson rambler, add
ing its graceful mass to the Chamber
ing vines. 1t was rather disappoint-
ing, but he was not impatient. In the
fullness of time the destiny which had
twice intervened would intervene
again. He was as certain of it as he
was Of the day-to-day renewal Of his
strength and vitality; and he could af-
ford to wait. For, whatever else might
happen in a mutable world, neither an
ideal nor it's embodiment may suffer
change.
As if to add the touch of definiteness
to the presumptive conclusion, voice
broke in upon his reverie; the voice of
the young woman whose most alluring
dAharm was her many-sided changeful-
ness, as if she had marked his preOc-
cupicd gaze and OWNED its object:
you must have little more patience
Mr.. Griswold. All things come to him
who waits. When you have left Mere
side finally, Doctor BERTHE will some
time take you home to dinner with
him."
For his own peace of mind. Girls
void hastily assured himself that it
was only the widest of chance shots.
Since the day when he had admitted
<Athat he knew Miss Farnham's name
without knowing Miss Farnham in
person, the doctors daughter had
never been mentioned between them.
How did you happen to guess that
was thinking of the good doctor?" he
asked, curiously.
You were not thinking of Doctor
BERTHE: you were thinking of Doctor
Bertie's only" was the laughing con-
tradiction: and Griswold was glad that
the coming of the man with the trap
saved him from the necessity of fall
ing any farther into what might easily
pr-~r, to be a dangerous pitfall. 1t was
ASe first time that Miss Grierson
had seemed able 70 read his inmost
thoughts.