Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-10-08

case What a silly, silly thing 1t wa
for you to do-to leave the Bayou
State Security slips on the package!
But you said"
mo, 1 didn't say; I merely let yo'
believe that didn't see them. Aftel
that, I knew it would be only ques
ton of time until they would trace
you here, and hurried; oh, I hurried
I made up my mind that before th'
struggle came, all Wahaska should
know you, not as bank robber, but al
you are, and 1 made it come out JUS
that way. Then Mr.. Broff1n turned up
and the fight was won. He shadowee
you, and / shadowed him-or nae
Johnnie Fergus to do it for me. knew
he'd try Miss Farnham first and there
was only one hope there-that shs
might fall in love with you and 80 re-
fuse to give you away. She did, didn''
she?"
Most emphatically, she did not ne
denied. You have greatly misjudgec
Miss Farnham. The reason-the onl!
reason,-why she did not tell Broftir
what he wanted to know was a purei!
conventional one She did not want tc
be the most -talked-of woman in Wa
haska-"
His companions laugh was moi
pleasant.
I'D rather be a spiteful little cat
which is what she once called me, thar
to be moth eaten on the inside like
that" she commented. Then she went
on: With Miss Farnham out Of it
and l knew she must be out OF 1t
since Broffin didn't strike-there was
still Mr.. Galbraith. You didn't know
why 1 was so anxious to have you gel
acquainted with him, but you know
now. And it worked. When Broffir
asked him to identify you, he couldn't
or wouldn't. Then came that un.
lucky drowning accident"
Griswold nodded slowly. Yes, Mr.
Galbraith knows me now"
He Doesn't" she exulted. He IL
a dear old saint, and he will never
know you again as the man who hele
him up. Listen: He sent for Brcffir
this afternoon, and gave him a new
commission-someth about bond:
in California And he told him he
must go on the first train"
Once more the castaway was run
ming the gaunt of the fiercely varying
emotions.
Let me understand" he said. "Yor
knew 1 had taken the money, and YET
you did all these things to pull me out
and make the holdup a success. Where
was your moral sense, all this time
little girl?"
She made a charming little mouth
at him.
Il am Joan, and the Joans don't
have any moral senses-to speak Of
do they? That's the way you are
writing it down in your book, isn't it?'
Then, with low laugh that sounded
some unfathomed depth Of loving
abandonment: TT was a game; ant
played it-piayed it for all was
worth, and won. You are free; free a.
the air, Kenneth, boy. If Broff1r
should come here this minute and put
his hand on your shoulder you coult
look up and laugh in his face. Are
you glad-or Sorry"
His answer was the answer of tn,
man who was, for the time being
neither the moralist nor the crimi
nal. With a swift outrcaching h,
drew her to him, crushing her in hi!
arms, covering her face with kisses.
Il am glad-glad that l am you
lover" he whisps red, passionately
God, girl! but you are woman to di,
for! No, not yet"-when she woult
have slipped out Of his arms-"be
lieve me. Margery; there has neve
been anyone else-not for a moment
But I thought it was Raymer, ant
for your sake and his I could hav
stepped aside. That is the one decen
thing l have done in all this devilisl
business. Are you listening?"
She had stopped struggling, ant
was hiding her face on her shoulder
He felt her quick little nod and wen
| on.
Since you know the one decen
thing, you must know all the horribl,
things, too. A dozen times 1 have beer
a murderer in heart"
She looked up quickly.
mo. boy, I'll never believe that
never!"
Wait" he said. 1T was there thi
evening-just a little while ago. Mis-
Farnham and Galbraith were not tn,
only ones l had to fear; there was an
| other; the teller who got here from
New Orleans on the scven-forty-fiv,
train. You didn't know about him, die
you? He came, and an old newspapeI
friend Of mine was with him.
stumbled upon them on the sidewall
in front of the Winnebago house; ant
Broffin was there, too. We were intro
duced, the teller and l, and Broffin wa!
so sure he had me that he got hi.
handouts out and was opening them.
Margery shuddered and hid her fac,
again. And II didn't know" sh,
gasped.
Luck was with me again." he con
tinued. johnson didn't remembe
me; refused to do so even whel
Broffin stopped him and tried to tel
him who l was. l had a pistol il
my pocket, and it was aimed at Broffin
If he had made a move to take me
l should certainly have killed him."
She sat UP suddenly.
Give me that pistol, Kenneth-giv,
it to me now!"
Il can't" he confessed, shamefaced
ly. When it was all over l smashed
the pistol with stone and threw i
away"
She drew q long breath. rs tina
all?" she asked.
"All but one thing; the worst o
them all that day in the banl
vault"
The daughter Of men buried her fac
on his shoulder again at that. Don't!