Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-08-10

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linen, when Griswold gladly made room
in the window seat for his transform
ed anG glorifed mistress Of the fit
nesses. AS had happened more than
once before, her nearness intoxicated
him; end while he made sure now
that the charm was at least partly
physical, it's appeal was none the less
irresistible.
"Are you dreadfully tired?" she
asked, adding quickly: "You mustn't
let us make a martyr Of you. It's
your privilege to disappear whenever
you fee; like it."
Indeed, I'm not at all tired" he
protested. 1T is all very comforting
and honelike; so vastly" he hesita-
ted, seeking thoughtfully for the word
which should convey his meaning
without laying him open to the charge
of patronizing superciliousness, and
she supplied it promptly.
$50 different from what you were
expecting, l know. You have been
thinking Of us as barbarians-outer
barbarians, perhaps-and you find
that we are only harmless provincials.
But really, you know, we are improv-
ing. 1 wish you could have known
Wahaska as 1t used to be-"
1T is all very grateful and delight
full to me-" he confessed, at length.
II have been out of the social run
ming for a long time, but 1 may as
well admit that am shamelessly cpl
curean by nature, and an ascetic only
when the necessities drive"
"I know" she assented, with quick
appreciation. "An author has to be
both, hasn't he?-keen to enjoy, and
we'll hardened to endure"
He turned upon her squarely.
Where did you ever learn how to
say such things as that?" he demand
ed.
1t was an opening for mockery and
good-natured raillery. but she did not
make use of it. Instead, she let him
look as deeply as he pleased into the
velvety eyes when she said: 1T is
given to some Of us to see and to un-
derstand where others have to learn
slowly, letter by letter. Surely, your
own gift has told you that, Mr.. Girls
wold?"
1T has," he acknowledged. But 1
have found few who really do under
stand"
(Which is to say that you haven't
yet found your other self, isn't 1t?
Perhaps that will come, too, If you'll
only be patient-and not expect too
many other gifts Of the gods along
with the one priceless gift Of perfect
sy npathy.
when I find the one priceless gift,
I shall confidently expect to find ev-
erything else," he asserted, still held
willing prisoner by the bewitching
eyes.
She laughed softly. you'll be dis
appointed. The gift you demand will
preclude some of the others; as the
others would certainly preclude it.
How can you be an author and not
understand that?"
II am not an author. I am sorry to
say" he objected. II have written
but the one book, and I have never
been able to find a publisher for II"
But you are not going to give up
mo; 1 am going to rewrite the
book and try again-and yet again, If
needful. 1t is my message to man
kind, and 1 mean to deliver it."
"Bravo!" she applauded, clapping
her hands in a little burst of enthu-
siasm which, If it were not real, was
at least an excellent stimulation. ut
is only the weak one who say, I
hope For the truly strong hearts
there is only one battle cry. I will;
When you get blue and discouraged
you must come to me and let me
cheer you. Cheering people is my
mission, II I have any,"
Griswold's pale face flushed and the
blood sang liltingly in his veins. He
wondered If she had been tempted to
read the manuscript Of the book while
he was fighting his way back to con-
seriousness and life. If they had been
alone together, he would have asked
her. The bare possibility set all the
springs of the authors vanity upbub-
bling within him. There and then he
promised himself that she should hear
the rewriting of the book, chapter by
chapter. But what he said was out
Iof a deeper and worthier under
thought.
| You have many missions. Miss
Margery; some of them you choose
and some are chosen for you"
NO" she denied, nobody has ever
chosen for me-"
That may be true, without making
me a false prophet. Sometimes when
we think we are choosing for our
selves, chance chooses for us; oftener
than not, 1 believe"
She turned on him quickly, and for
a single swiftly passing instant the
velvety eyes were deep wells of sober
ness with an indefinable underdepth
of sorrow in them. GriswOld had Q
sudden conviction that for the first
time in his knowing of her he was
looking into the soul of the real Mar
gerry Grierson.
What you call chance may pos.
sibly have q bigger and better name,
she said gravely.
Some little time after this Raymer
who had been one of the men intro.
duced by Jasper Grierson. turned W
again IN the invalid's corner. Raymel
suggested the smoking room and
cigar, and Griswold went willingly.
From that on the path to better ac'
quaintance was the easiest of shorI
cuts, even as the mild cigar which
Raymer found in his pocket case paw
ed the way for a return Of the smok-
er's zest in the convalescent. With
out calling himself a reformer, the
young ironmaster proved to be prac'
t;ool cnciolopiSt WherefOrp when