Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-08-27

the evil, a still stronger impulse ha!
made you believe in the good"
How can you know that?" SHE
asked; and again he saw in the ex
pressive eyes the flying signals Of in
determinate perplexity and apprehen.
sion.
Resolutely he pressed the hazardous
experiment to its logical conclusion
Once for all, he must know If this
young woman with the sympathetic
voice and the goddesslike pose could
even under suggestion, be led to link
up the past with the present.
1T is my trade to know" he said
quietly, closing the book Of views and
laying it aside. There have been mo-
ments in your life when you would
have given much to be able to decide
question Of duty or expediency en-.
lirely irrespective of your impressions
Isn't that so?"
For one fleeting instant he thought
he had gone too far. In the hardy de-
termination to win all or lose all, he
had been holding her eyes steadily, as
the sure mirror in which he should
be able to read his sentence, Of ac-
quittal or condemnation. This time
there was no mistaking the sudden
widening Of the pupils to betray the
equally sudden awakening Of womanly
terror.
Don't be afraid" he began. and he
had come thus far on the road to open
confession when he saw she was not
looking at him; she was looking past
him toward one Of the windows giving
upon the porch. What is it," he de-
manded, turning to look with her.
1T was a mamie was looking, in
at the Window" she returned in low
tones. II thought saw him once be-
fore; but this time am certain!"
Griswold sprang from his chair, and
a moment later was letting himself out
noiselessly through the hall door
There was nothing stirring on the
porch. He was still cropping among the
bushes. and Miss Farnham had come
to the front door, when the doctors
buggy appeared under the street lights
and was halted at the home hitching
post.
Hello, Griswold; is that you" called
the CHEEKY one, when he saw bare
headed man beating the covers in his
front yard.
Griswold met his hest at the gate
and walked up the path with him.
Miss Charlotte thought she saw
someone at one of the front windows,
he explained; and a moment after
ward the daughter was telling 1t for
herself.
"I saw him twice." she insisted;
"once while we were at dinner and
again just now. The first time 1
thought might be mistaken, but this
time
Griswold was laughing silently and
inwardly deriding his gifts when, un-
der cover of the doctors return, he
made decent acknowledgements for
benefits bestowed and took his de-
parture. On the pleasant summer
night walk to Upper Shawnee street
he was congratulating himself upon
the now quite complete fulfillment of
the wishing prophecy. Miss Farnham
was going to prove to be all that the
most critical maker Of studies from
life could ask in a model; a supremely
perfect original for the character of
Fidelia in the book. Moreover, she
would be his touchstone for the truths
and verities; even as Margery Grier-
son might, if she were forgiving
enough to let bygones be bygones, hold
the mirror up to nature and the pure
humanities. Moreover, again, what
ever slight danger there might have
been in a possibility Of recognition
was a danger outlived. If the first
meeting had not stirred the sleeping
memories in Miss Farnham. subse-
quent ones would serve only to widen
the gulf between forgetfulness and
recollection by just such distances as
the Wahaska Griswold should traverse
in leaving behind him the deckhand OF
the Belle Julie.
How much this might have been
modified if he had known that the man
whose face Miss Farnham had seen at
the window was silently tracking him
through the tree -shadowed streets is
a matter for conjecture. Also. it is to
be presumed that much. If not all OF
the complacency would have vanished
if he could have been an unseen
listener in the Farnham sitting-roo
dating from the time when little Miss
Gilman pattered off to bed, leaving the
father and daughter sitting together
under the reading lamp.
At first their talk was entirely OF
the window apparition, the daughter
insisting upon it's reality, and the
father trying to push it over into the
limbo of things imagined. Driven
nnally 10 give dil the IedSohS ioi h~i
belief in the realities, Charlotte related
the incident Of the afternoon.
BY this time the good Doctor Bertie
had become the indignant Doctor Ber-
tie.
I'VE can't have that at ALL" he said
incisively. You did your whole duty
in that bank matter; and it was
good deal more than most young wom-
en- would have done. I'm not going tC
have you prosecuted and harassed-no'
one minute! Where is this fellow
stopping?"
The daughter shook her head. u
don't know. He gave me his card. but
it has the New Orleans address only
Give it to me and I'll look him uI
tomorrow"
The card changed hands. and for Q
few minutes neither of them spoke
Then the daughter began again.
I've had another shock this even
ming. too" she said, speaking this time
in low tones and with eyes downcast
This Mr. Griswold-did l understand
you to say that he had lost all Of his
money!"