Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-05-04

nald enthusiastically. II am engaged
at the railroad office for no definite
time, and a few weeks notice will bt
sufficient in case desire to leave"
II will need a city reporter at the
beginning Of the new year." said Mr.
Marchmount, land L think you are
just the young man 1 want"
Reginald went home overjoyed.
About the middle Of December Vivi.
an Derwent called at the freight office
to see him. She and Reginald were
now warm friends, and he felt free.
dom in her company which gave him
relief during those days Of struggle
as he was trying to kill out Of his
heart his devotion to Joy Graham.
After the greeting were over Vivian
began enthusiastically: "Oh, Mr.. Mel
son, a number of the members Of the
Tourist club are going on real trip
tomorrow night! My father and moth
er want me to bring out sleigh load
to our home and we will have sup.
per there. Can you Gomez"
"a sleigh ride?" said Reginald, per-
picked. What do you mean?"
"Oh, 1 forgot you never had sleigh
ride before!" said the girl, laughing
1--WE get big hayrack and put a lot
Of hay in 1t and then fill it up with
robes and furs, and we pile in and
have the jolliest time. You will come
won't you?"
'I will surely be glad to CO." said
Reginald. 1T have been wanting to
visit your home and meet your father
and mother"
"And they are just dying to see
you," said the girl. II have been tell
ing them about my Englishman."
The next evening gay party left
Bronson in a large hayrack on a sleigh
ride to Vivian Derwent's country
home. It was a rare winter night
with a clear moon shining in silvery
splendor and the twinkling stars glow
ing like patines of pure gold in the
azure vault Of heaven. In seating
themselves it had happened that Vivi-
an and Reginald sat opposite Roland
and Joy, Reginald being next the
driver. What a glorious night for
our ride!" said Joy, looking up at the
radiant moon.
Just then a shrill whistle sounded
through the night air. In the distance
could be heard the thunder of the lin
tied express from New York to Chi
cago. For several miles at the point
where the sleigh party was jingling
along the wagon road paralleled the
rails, and Reginald noticed that the
driver took a fresh grip on the lines
with which he CONTROLS his double
team.
There it comes!" shouted Vivian.
Look, Mr.. Nelson, look!" exclaim-
ed Joy Graham excitedly. Does not
that make a great sight?"
Reginald had been watching the
horses closely, anxious to assist the
driver If possible in case assistance
were necessary, but at joys exclama-
ton turned to see the oncoming train.
Roaring like Niagara, the electric
headlight binding them with its
CLEANS. the great mogul engine. with
it's long train Of Pullmans, was just
behind them as Reginald turned.
Whoa! Whoa!" the driver Of the
hayrack was shouting in excited tones
to his startled team.
The only words heard were the
cries of the driver. The whole
company sat still looking forward at
the plunging horses, while beyond was
the red light at the rear Of the limit
ed express were fading from view.
The four horses were now running
at full speed. AS far as the eye could
see the road stretched, straight and
broad, but the driver knew there was
a sharp curve a couple of miles ahead
where the road crossed the railroad
track, and he struggled to regain his
control. Reginald Nelson arose to his
feet and climbed up on the drivers
seat.
"Give me the reins to the front
team," said Reginald, getting a firm
hold with his feet on the footboard
of the drivers seat. He reached over
and grasped the lines controlling the
two front horses, leaving the driver
free to manage the second team.
The frightened horses seemed to
know that a strong hand had taken
the reins as soon as Reginald grasped
them. Steady" he shouted, pulling
stronger and stronger on the heavy
leather lines. We'll soon quiet them
now," he said to the driver as the
horses slackened a little in their mad
pace. Half a mile further on the two
men were able to bring the teams to
a full stop, and Reginald climbed
down to his place under the robes
beside Vivian Derwent.
where did you learn to drive wild
horses?" asked Joy Graham, drawing
a long breath.
THAT was jolly" responded the
Englishman. 1T makes me think Of
my boyhood days"
The visit to Vivians home proved
a decided success, and but one dis
cordant note was sounded. That occur.
red when Roland Gregory in a gen.
eral conversation about Bronson
affairs. said:
This fellow Allan Rutledge is going
too far in stirring things up. Now he's
going to bring that mountebank Billy
Sunday here. He'll regret doing that
The closing words were spoken with
a frown and a threat.
ITO he continued