Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-08-17
Her laugh was as cheerful as a bird

song.
Telling you the truth? How could
you suspect me of such thing! No,
my good friend; no woman ever tells
a man the whole truth when she can
help it. didn't find your money, and
I didn't lock it up in poppa's vault: 1
am merely playing part in deep and
diabolical plot to"
Griswold forgot that he was her
lpoor beneficiary; forgot that she had
taken him in as her guest; forgot, in
the mad joy Of the reactionary NOM
lent, everything that he should have
iremembered-saw nothing, thought of
nothing save the flushed face with its
glorious eyes and tempting lips: the
eyes and lips Of the daughter of men.
She broke away from him hotly
after he had taken the flushed face be-
tween his hands and kissed her: broke
away to drop into the chair at the
other side of the table. hiding the
flashing eyes and the burning cheeks
and the quivering lips in the crook of
round arm which made room for it
self on the narrow table by pushing
the japanned money-box off the oppo-
site edge.
It was the normal Griswold who
picked up the box and put 1t on the
other chair, gravely and methodically.
Then he stood before her again with
his back to the wall, waiting for what
every gentle drop of blood in his veins
was telling him he richly deserved.
His punishment was long in coming;
SO long that when he made sure she
was crying, he began to invite it.
Say it," he suggested gently, you
needn't spare me at all. The only eX-
cuse could offer would only make the
offense still greater
She looked up quickly and the dark
eyes were swimming. But whether the
tears were Of anger or only Of outraged
generosity he could not tell.
"Then there was an excuse?" she
flashed up at him.
NO" he denied, as one who finds
the second thought the worthier;
there was no excuse
She had found filmy bit Of lace
bordered linen at her belt and was
furtively wiping her lips with it.
II thought perhaps you might be
able to-to invent one Of some sort"
she said, and her tone was as colorless
as the gray skies Of an autumn night
fall. And then. with a childlike appeal
in the wonderful eyes: 81 think you
will have to help me little-out OF
your broader experience. you know.
What ought to do?"
His reply came hot from the refining
fire Of self -abasement.
"You should write me down as one
who wasn't worthy Of your loving
kindness and compassion, Miss Grier-
son. Then you should call the custo-
dian and turn me out"
But .afterward.' she persisted pa
thetically. There must be an after
ward"
81 am leaving Mereside this even
ing" he reminded her. 1T will be
for you to say whether its doors shall
ever open to me again."
She took the thin safety deposit key
from her glove and laid 1t on the
table.
"You have made me wish there
hadn't been any money" she lamented,
with a sorrowful little catch in her
voice that stabbed him like knife. Il
haven't so many friends that can af-
ford to lose them recklessly, Mr.. Girls
wold"
Damn the money!" he exploded;
and the malediction came out Of full
heart.
Her fingers had found the bell-push
and were pressing it. When the GUS
todian opened the door, Miss Grierson
was her poiseful self again.
Number three-forty five-A is Mr..
Kenneth Griswold's box. now" she an
nounced briefly. please register it in
his name, and then help him to put 1t
away and lock it up"
Griswold went through the motions
with the key-bearing young woman
half absently. Man-like, he was ready
to be forgiven and comforted: and
there was at least oblivion in her
charming little shudder as the GUS
todian shot the bolts Of the gate to let
them out
"Br-r-r!" she shivered, II can never
stand here and look at the free people
out there without fancying myself in
to be shut away behind bolts and bars,
forgotten by everybody, and yet your
self unable to forget. Do you ever
have such foolish thoughts. Mr. Girls
wold?"
For one poignant second fear leaped
alive again and he called himself no
better than lost man. But the eyes
that were lifted to his were the eyes
of a questioning child, so guilelessly
innocent that he Immediately suffered
another relapse into the pit Of self-de-
spisings.
You have made me your prisoner,
Miss Grierson," he said, speaking to
his own thoughts rather than to her
question. And when they reached the
sidewalk and the trap: May I bid you
good-by here and go to my own placer"
"Of course not" she protested. "Mr.
Raymer is coming to dinner tonight
and he will drive you to Mrs. Hol-
combs afterward, if you really think
] you must CO.
And for the first time in their COM
ings and goings she let him lift her to
the high driving g-seat.
(TO be Continued)
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