Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-07-27

| the Presbyterian house or worship,
upon which he held a mortgage.
"You ought to know" asserted Miss
Margery, with some asperity. isn't 1t
Mr.. Edward Raymer?"
Jasper Grierson frowned thought
fully into space. "Why, yes; come to
think Of it, I guess he Is the man.
Anyway, he's one of their-what do
you call 'em-trustees?"
"Wardens," corrected Margery.
"Yes, that's it; I knew it was some
thing connected with a penitentiary.
What do you want Of him?"
Nothing much Of him; but I want
check for five hundred dollars pay
able to his order"
Jasper Grierson's laugh was sug-
gestive Of the noise made by a rusty
door hinge. The fitting Of the golden
cornucopia had made him a ruthless
money grubber, but he never ques-
toned his daughters demands.
Going in for the real old simon
pure, blue-ribbon brand Of respectibil-
ity this time, amt you, Madgie?" he
chuckled; but he wrote the check on
the spot.
Two hours later, Miss Grierson's cut
ter, driven by herself, paraded in Main
street to the delight of any eye es-
thetic. When the clean-limbed Ken
tuckian had measured the length OF
Main street he was sent on across the
railroad tracks into the industrial half
/ of the town, and was finally halted in
front Of the Raymer Foundry and Ma
chine works.
Raymer was at his desk when the
smart equipage drew up before the Of
flee door; and a moment later he was
at the curb, bareheaded, offering to
help the daughter Of men out Of the
Irobe wrappings.
Raymer held the office door open
for her, and in the grimly little den
which had been his fathers before
him, placed chair for her at the
desk END.
Now, you can tell me in comfort
what 1 can do for you," he said.
"Oh, it's only a little thing. / came
to see you about renting a pew in st.
Johns; that is ourchurch. you know
Raymer did not know. but he was
polite enough not to say so.
T am quite at your service" he
hastened to say. Shall / show you
plan Of the sittings?"
When the sittings were finally de-
cided upon she opened her purse.
1T is so good of you to take time
from your business 10 wait on me-
she told him; and then, in naive con-
fusion: II asked poppa to make out
check, but don't know whether 1t
is big enough"
Raymer took the order to pay,
glanced at the amount, and from that
to the velvety eyes with the half
abashed query in them. Miss Grier-
sons eyes were her most effective
weapon. With them she could look
anything, from daggers down to
kisses. Just now the look was OF
childlike beseeching, but Raymer with
stood it-or thought he did.
1T is more than twice as much as
we get for the best locations" he de-
INJURED. wait a minute and I'll write
you a check for the difference and give
you a receipt"
"Oh, please don't!" she pleaded. IF
it is really too much, can't you put the
difference in the missionary box, or in
the-in the minister's salary?-as lit
tie donation from us, you know?"
Thus the small matter Of business
was concluded; but Miss Margery was
not yet ready to go. From st. Johns
and it's affairs official she passed deftly
to the treasurer of ST. Johns and his
affairs personal. Was the machine
works the place where they made
steam engines and things? And did
the sign, mo Admittance," on the
doors mean that no visitors were al
lowed? If not, she would so much like
to"
Raymer smiled and put himself once
more at her service, this time as guide
and mega phonist. 1t was all very
noisy and grimy, but if she cared to go
through the works he would be glad
to go with her.
He did not know how glad he was
going to be until they had passed
through the clamorous machine shop
and had reached the comparatively
quiet foundry. One of Miss Margery's
gifts was the ability to become for the
moment an active and sympathetic
sharer in anyone's enthusiasm. In
the foundry she looked and listened,
and was unsophisticated only to the
| degree that invites explanation. 1t
was master stroke of finesse. A man
is never so transparent as when he
forgets himself in his own trade talk;
and Raymer was unrolling himself as
a scroll for Miss Grierson to read as
she ran.
| The tour of the works which had be-
gun in passing acquaintance ended in
friendship, precisely as Miss Grierson
had meant it should; and when Ray
mer was tucking her into the cutter
and wrapping her in the fur robes. she
added the finishing touch, or rather
the touch for which all the other
touches had been the prelminaries.
I'm so glad I had the courage to
come and see you this morning. We
have been dreadfully remiss in church
matters, but am going to try to make
up for it in the future. I'm sorry you
couldn't come to us last evening.
Please tell your mother and sister
that do hope We'll meet. sometime.
should so dearly love to know them.
thank you so much for everything.
Good-by."
Raymer watched her as she drove
away, noted her skillful handling of
the fiery Kentuckian and her straight
seat in the flying cutter, and the smile
which a day or two earlier might have
been mildly satirical was now openly
approbative