Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-08-03
CHAPTER XI.
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hair.
An hour later, however, it was the
Margery of the Wahaska renaissance,
joyously clad and radiant, who was
holding the reins over a big English
trap horse, parading down Main street
and smiling greetings on every side.
BY one of the chances which he was
willing to call fortunate, Edward Ray
mer was at the curb to help her down
from her high seat in the trap when
she pulled the big horse to a stand In
front of her fathers bank.
I'm the luckiest man in Red Earth
county; I was just wondering when
should get in line to tell you how glad
we are to have you back" he said, his
eyes shining.
"Are you, really? You are not half
as glad as am to be back. There is
no place like home, you know"
There isn't, and there oughtn't to
be-" was the quick response. i've
been hoping you'd come to look upon
Wahaska as your home, and now l
know you do"
why shouldn't 2" she laughed, and
she was reaching for paper-wrapped
package on the trap seat when he
got it for her.
You are going somewhere?-may
carry it for you?" he asked; but she
shook her head and took it from him.
"Only into the bank" she explained;
and she was beginning to tell him ne
must come to Mereside when the sick
man episode obtruded itself, and the
invitation was broken in the midst
very prettily, very effectively.
II know" Raymer said, in instant
sympathy. "You have your hands full
Just now. Will you let me say that it's
the finest thing I ever heard of-your
taking that poor fellow home and car
ing for him?"
Gertrude Raymer had once said In
herr >rothers hearing that Miss Grier-
sons color would be charming II 1t
were only natural. Looking into Miss
Grierson's eyes Raymer saw the refu-
tation of the slander in the sufusing
wave of generous embarrassment
deepening in warm tints on the per-
feet neck and cheek.
"Oh, dear me-" she said in pathetic
protest; sis it all over town so soon?
I'm afraid we are still dreadfully
country in Wahaska, Mr.. Raymer.
Please cut it down to the bare, COM
monplace facts whenever you have a
chance, won't you? The poor man
was sick and nobody knew him, and
somebody had to take care of him.
Like the doctor, Raymer asked the
inevitable question, who is he, Miss
Margery?" and, like the doctor again,
he received the same answer, II have
not the smallest notion Of an idea. But
that doesn't make the slightest differ
ence," she went on. He Is fellow
human being, sick and helpless. That
ought to be enough for any of us to
know"
Raymer stood watching her as she
tripped lightly into the bank, and
when he went to catch his car the
conservative minority had lost what
ever countenance or support he had
ever given it.
True to her latest characterization
of herself, Margery had a nod and a
pleasant smile for the young men be-
hind the brass grilles as she passed on
her way to the presidents room in the
rear. She found her father at his
desk, thoughtfully munching the un-
burned half of one Of the huge cigars,
and named her errand.
II want a safety-deposit box big
enough to hold this" she said briefly,
exhibiting the paper-wrapped packet.
Jasper Grierson, deeply immersed
in a matter of business to which he
had given the better part of the fore
noon, replied without looking up: go
and tell Murray; he'll fix you out"
AS on any other business day, Pres
ident Grierson was solidly planted in
his heavy armchair before desk well
Uttered with work. He nodded alb
sently to his daughter as she returned
and knowing that the nod meant that
he would come to the surface of things
her surface-when he could, she
turned aside to the window and wait
ed.
Though she had seen him develop
day by day in less than three of the
thirty-odd years of his western exile
her father offered a constant success
sion of surprises to her. When she
opened the door to retrospection
which was not often, she remembered
that the man who had stumbled upon
the rich quartz vein in Yellow Dog
Gulch could scarcely sign his name
legibly to the paper recording his
claim; that in those days there was nc
prophecy of the ambitious present in
the man, half drunkard and half out
law, whose name in the Yellow Dos
district had been a synonym for-but
these were unpleasant memories. and
Margery rarely INDUCED in them.
Just now she put them aside by
turning her back to the window and
taking credit for the tasteful and lux
urious appointments of the private Of
flee, with its soft-piled rug and heavy
mahogany furnishings. Her father
was careless of such things; totally in
different to them in business hours: bu
she saw to it that his surrounding
kept pace with the march of prosper
ity. Here in Wahaska, as elsewhere
a little judicious display counted fol
much. even if there were a few bigot'
ed persons who affected to despise it
She was in the midst of meditatet
attack upon the steamship lithograph:
on the walls-sole remaining land
marks of the ante-Grierson period