Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-10-01

way, in spite Of his wrathful rejection
of the suggestion? Doubtless he had;
and on the heels Of that conclusion
came a sense Of deprication that was
fairly appalling, and the healthy
breakfast appetite vanished. Griswold
knew what it meant, or he thought he
did. Margery was gone out OF MS
life-gone beyond recall.
After that, there was all the better
reason why he should grapple with
himself in the fallow interval; and for
two complete days he was lost, even TO
the small world of the summer resort,
tramping for hours in the lake shore
forests or drifting about in one OF the
hotel skiffs, and returning to the inn
only to eat and sleep when hunger or
WEAKNESS constrained him. On the
whole, the discipline was good. He
fiattered himself that the sense Of pro-
portion was returning slowly, and with
it some saner impulses. Truly, 1t had
been his misfortune to be obliged to
compromise with evil to some extent,
and to involve others, but was not
that rather due to the ineradicable
faults Of an imperfect social system
than to any basic defect in his own
theories? And was not the same i'm
perfect social system partly RESPONSE
BILE for the quasi-criminal attitude
which had been forced upon him? He
was willing to believe it; willing, also,
to believe that he could rise above the
constraining forces and be the man he
wished to be. That he could so rise
was proved, he decided, on the morn
ing Of the third day, when he chanced
to overhear the hotel clerk telling the
man whose room was across the corri-
dor from his own that Andrew Gal
braith still had fighting chance for
life. In the pleasant glow Of the high
resolve the news awakened none OF
the murderous promptings, but rather
the generous hope that 1t might be
true.
1t was late in the afternoon Of this
third day, upon his return from long
pull in the borrowed skiff around the
group Of islands in the upper and un-
frequented part Of the lake. that he
found a note awaiting him. 1t was
from Miss Farnham, and its brevity,
no less than its urgency, stirred him
apprehensively, bringing q suggestive
return Of the furtive fierceness which
he promptly fought down. Il must
see you before eight o'clock this eve
ming. It Is of the last Importance
was the wording Of the note; and the
heavy underscoring Of the last" and
a certain tremulous characteristic in
the handwriting, stressed the ur-
gency.
1t was still quite early in the eve
ming when the inn conveyance set him
down at the door Of his lodgings In
upper Shawnee street. To the care
taking widow, who would have pre-
parted a late dinner for him, he ex-
planned that he was going out again al
most at once; and taking time only
for a bath and a change, he set forth
on the cross-town walk. 1t lacked
something less than half hour Of the
time limit set in Miss Farnham's note,
but he attached no special Importance
to that. He knew that the doctors
dinner hour was early, and that in any
event he could choose his own time
for an evening call.
1t nettled him angrily to find that
the premonition Of coming disaster
was still with him when he crossed
the courthouse square and came into
the main street a few doors from the
Winnebago entrance. Attacking from
a fresh vantage ground it was warn
ing him that the town hotel was the
stopping place Of the man Broff1n, and
that he was taking an unnecessary
hazard in passing it. Brushing the
warning aside, he went on defiantly,
and just before he came within iden-
tifying range of the loungers on the
hotel porch an omnibus backed to the
curb to deliver it's complement of
passengers from the lately met north
bound train.
Griswold walked on until he was
stopped by the sidewalk blocking
group Of freshly arrived travellers
pausing to identify their luggage as it
was handed down from the top of the
omnibus. Alertly watchful, he quickly
recognized Broffin among the porch
loungers, and saw him leave his tilted
chair to saunter toward the steps.
Then the fatal thing happened. One
Of the luggage sorters, a clean-limbed,
handsome young fellow with boyisll
eyes and a good d-natured grin, wheeled
suddenly and gripped him.
why, Griswold, old MAXWELL. I'll
be logged! Who on the face Of the
earth would ever have thought Of find
ing you here? So this is where you
came up, after the long, deep, McGinty
dive, is it?" Then to one Of his fell
low travellers: Hold on a minute
Johnson; 1 want you to shake hands
with an old newspaper pal Of mine
from New York, Mr.. Kenneth Girls
wold. Kenneth, this is Mr.. Beverly
johnson, of the Bayou State Security
bank, in New Orleans"
Thus cambridge, sometime star re-
porter of the Louisianian, turning up
at the climaXing instant to prove the
crowded condition Of an overnarrow
world, much as Matthew Broffin had
once turned up on the after-deck OF
the coastwise steamer Adelantado tc
prove it to him.
While Griswold, with every nerve
on edge, was acknowledging the in.
PRODUCTION which he could by nc
means avoid, Broffin drew nearer
From the porch steps he could both
see and hear cambridge, cheerfully
loquacious, continued to do most OF
the talking. He was telling Griswold
of the streak of good luck which haG
snatched him out of n reporters bertl
in the south to make him night editor
of one of the st. Paul dailies. John
son was merely an onlooker. BrOffin'.
eyes searched the teller's face. Thu:
far it was a blank-a rather bored