Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-09-28
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that's a. there is to it." he commented;
and after another interval: What
must be, must be. We spoke Of this
man Broffin: must see him before
Johnson comes. Can we get him for
me, Maggie, child?"
She nodded and went downstairs to
the telephone, returning almost imme-
diately.
"I was fortunate enough to catch
him at the hotel. He will be here in
few minutes" was the word she
brought; and Galbraith thanked her
with his eyes.
When he comes, yell let me see
him alone-just for a few minutes" he
begged; and beyond that he said no
more.
1t was after the click Of the gate
latch had announced Broffin's arrival
that Margery drew the shades to shut
out the glare of the afternoon sun,
lowering the one at the beds head SO
that the light no longer fell upon the
instruments Of the small house tele-
phone set mounted upon the wall be-
side the door.
"Mr. Broffin is here, and I'll send
him up," she said. But you mustn
let him stay long, and you mustn't try
to talk too much"
The sick man promised, and as she
was going away she turned to repeat
the caution. Andrew Galbraith's eyes
were closed in weariness, and he did
not see that she was standing with her
back to the wall while she admonisheo
him, or that, when she had gone TO
send the visitor up, the earpiece OF the
house telephone set had been detached
from it's hook and left dangling by Its
wire cord.
Miss Grierson went on into the IL
brary after she had met the detective
/, at the door and had told him how to
find the upstairs room. When the
sound Of a cautiously closed door told
her that Broffin had entered the SICK
room, she snacked the receiver of the
library house phone from its hook and
held 1t to her ear. For a little time
keen anxiety wrote its sign manual In
the knitted brows and the tightly
pressed lips. Then she smiled and
the dark eyes grew softly radiant. "The
dear old saint" she whispered; "the
dear dear old saint!' And when Brof-
fin came down few minutes later, she
went to open the hall door for him,
serenly demure and with honey on
her tongue, as befitted the role of
"everybody's good angel"
did you find him worse than you
feared, or better than you hoped" she
asked.
Hes mighty near the edge, l
should say-what? But you never can
tell Some Of these old fellows can
claw back to the top O. the hill after
all the doctors in creation have thrown
up their hands. I've seen it. What does
Doc Farnham say?"
What he always says; while there's
life, there's hope"
Broffin nodded and went his way
down the walk, stopping at the gate to
take up the cigar he had hidden on
| his arrival.
$50 Galbraith's out Of it, lock, stock
and barrel" he muttered, as he strobe
thoughtfully downward. II reckoned
the story O. that shipwreck. And now
1 amt so blamed sure that it's Ray
mer a-holdin' the fort in them pretty
black eyes. The old man talked like q
man that had just been honeyfugled
and talked over and primed plum UP
to the muzzle. Why the blue blazes
| can't she take her iron-molder fellow
and be satisfied? She can't swing to
both Of 'em. Ump!-the old man want
ed me to skip out on a wild goose
chase to Frisco in that bond business,
and take the first train! Sure, I'll go
but not today; oh, no. by grapples;
not this day."
1t was probably an hour beyond
Broffin's visit when Margery, having
successfully read the sick man to
sleep, tiptoed out of the room and
went below stairs to shut herself into
the hall telephone closet. The number
she asked for was that Of the Raymer
Foundry and Machine works, and Ray
mer, himself, answered the call.
"Have you heard anything yet from
Mr.-from our friend?"
Not a word But I'm not worrying
any more now. I've been remember
ing that he is the happy-or unhappy
l-possessor of the artistic tempera-
ment' and that accounts for anything
and everything. I'd forgotten that fol-
few minutes, you know"
"Well?" she said, with the faintest
possible accent of impatience.
He has gone off somewhere to plug
away on that book Of his; I'm sure OF
it, And he hasn't gone very far. I'm
inclined to believe that Mrs. Holcomh
knows where he is-only she won't
tell And somebody else knows, too. v
who is the somebody else?"
Though the wire was in a measure
public, Raymer risked a single word
Charlotte"
None of the sudden passion that
leaped into Margery Grierson's eyes
was suffered to find it's way into hel
voice when she said: what makes
| you think that?'
"Oh, a lot of little things. 1 was
over at the house last night, and there
is some sort of teapot tempest going
on; l couldn't make out just what
But from the way things shaped up,
| gathered that our friend was wanted
in Lake Boulvard, and wanted bad
| for some reason or other. 1 had tc
promise that I'd try to dig him up, be-
| fore I got away"
"Well?" went the questioning WORD
over the wires, and this time the impa.
tient accent was unconcealed.
II promised; but this morning Doc
i tor BERTHE called me up to say that II
was all right; that I needn't trouble
/ mvSa1f"