Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-08-20
doesn't show himself in public much

oftener than you do"
Il think he has been getting to work
on his writing" said Raymer, good
naturedly apologizing for his friend.
He'll come down out Of the clouds
after a little. l understand he dimes
at Doctor Bertie's tonight"
The young iron founder was looking
up into the eyes of beguiling when he
said this, and, being mere man. he
wondered what made them flash and
then grow suddenly fathomless and
brooding.
When you see him, tell him that
we are still on earth over at Mere
side," said the magnate's daughter
pertly; and q moment later, as Ray
mer was turning out Of Main street
into Shawnee, he narrowly missed run
ming over a heavy-set man with a
dark face and dropping mustaches;
a pedesterian whose pre-occupation
seemed so great as to make him quite
oblivious to street crossings and pass
ing vehicles until Raymer pulled his
horse back into the shafts and shout
ed.
One more small coincidence will
serve to total the items on the We'd
nesday page. If Broffin had not
stopped to look after the man who
had so nearly run him down, he
might have been crossing Main street
in front of the Winnebago at the pre-
else instant when Miss Grierson, with
young Dahlgren in the second seat of
the trap, came around the square and
pulled up to let her horse drink at
the public fountain.
who is that Better-creekish- looking
man crossing over to the Winnebago
house?" asked Miss Grierson Of her
seatmate, indicating Broffin with a
wave Of the whip, and skillfully max
ing the query sound like the voicing
Of the idlest curiosity.
Fellow named Broffin from Louisi-
ana," said Dahlgren, who, as assistant
editor of the Daily Wahaskan, knew
everybody. Says he's in the lumber
business down there, but, I doubt it.
said the carpenter. and shed a bitter
tear"
why do you doubt it?" queried
Miss Grierson, neatly flicking a fly
from the horses back with the tip of
the whiplash.
"Oh, on general principles, I guess.
You wouldn't say he had any Of the
earmarks Of a business man."
What kind Of earmarks has he
got?' persisted Miss Grierson-merely
to make talk, as Dahlgren decided.
II don't know. We were talking
about him. at the club the other night, |
and Sheffield-he's from Kentucky,
you know-thought he remembered
the name as the name of a moon
shine raider he'd heard Of down in his
home state"
"a moonshine raider? What is that?"
BY this time Miss Margery's curiosity
was less inert than 1t had been, or had
seemed to be, at first.
"a deputy marshal, you know; a
sort Of government policeman and de-
tective rolled into one. He looks it, |
don't you think?"
Miss Grierson did not say what she |
thought, then, or later, when she set
Dahlgren down at the door Of his
newspaper office in Sioux avenue. But
still later, two hours later, in fact, she |
gave a brief audience in the Mereside |
library to q small, barefooted boy |
whose occupation was sufficiently in
dicated by the bundle Of evening pa
pers under his arm.
well. Johnnie. what did you find
out?" she asked.
"Ain't had time" said the boy. But |
he amt no millyunaire lumber shooter,
I'll bet a nickel. I sold him a pape' |
just now, down by Dutchie's lumber
yard, and 1 ast him what kind O. lum-
ber that was in the pile by the gate. |
He didn't know, no more'n a goat"
Miss Margery fiiped a coin in the
air and the newsboy caught 1t deX-
terously.
THAT will do nicely for the begin
ming, Johnnie" she said sweetly. |
"Come and see me every once in a
while, and perhaps there'll be more
little white cartwheels for you. Only !
don't tell, and don't let him catch you. |
That's ALL"
mo ba Continued