Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-02

| one worthy of companionship with
mage Of his words and the humorous
smile of his lips, his eyes hinted at an
underlying intensity. with no desire
to fatter or spoil you, find your per-
sonal aspect pleasing enough to sat-
isfy me. And then, while a man
should avoid emotionalism, I am in
love with YOU" He moved over to a
place in the sternsheets, and his face
his hand over hers as it lay on the TIL
ler shaft. God knows, DEAR" he ex-
claimed, "how much I love your
Her eyes, after holding his for a
moment, fell to the hand which still
| imprisoned her own. She shook her
head. not in anger, but with a man.
ner of gentle denial, until he released
her fingers and stepped back.
You are a dear, Wilfred," she COM
forted, "and I couldn't manage to get
on without you, but you aren't mar
riageable-at least, not yet"
why not?" he asked.
I'm the first place, you are one OF
those men whose fortunes are listed
in the top schedule-the swollen for
tunes. Socialists would put you in the
predatory class"
"Drennie," he groaned, tits not my
fault that I'm rich. 1t was wished on
me. If you are serious, I'm willing
to become poor as Jobs turkey. Show
me the way to strip myself, and I'll
stand shortly before you begging
alm."
Poverty would be quite inconvenient.
I shouldn't care for 1t. But hasn't 1t
ever occurred to you that the man
who wears the strongest and brightest
mail, and who by his own confession
is possessed of an alert brain, ought
occasionally to be seen in the lists? ?"
I'm short, your charge is that am
shirker-and, since it's the same
thing. a coward?"
Adrienne did not at once answer
him, but she Strengthened out for an
uninterrupted run before the wind,
and by the tiny moss-green fiecks,
which moments Of great seriousness
brought to the depths Of her eyes, he
knew that she meant to speak the un-
yelled truth.
Besides your own holdings in lot
Of railways and things, you handle
your mothers and sisters property,
don't your"
He nodded.
I'm a fashion, I do, sign the neces-
sary papers when the lawyers call me
up and ask me to come downtown"
You are a director in the Metro
pole Trust company"
Guilty"
I'm the Consolidated Seacoast?"
II believe So"
with your friends, who are also
shareholders, you could assume con-
troll Of the Morning Intelligence,
couldn't you?"
II guess could assume control, but
what would do with it?"
do you know the reputation Of
that newspaper"
IT guess it's all right. It's conserv-
| ative and newsy. I read 1t every
morning when I'm in town. 1t fits in
very nicely between the grapefruit
| and the bacon and eggs"
1T is, also, powerful" she added,
land is said to be absolutely servile to
corporate interests"
"Drennie, you talk like an anarch-
ist. You are rich yourself, you
know"
| And against each Of those other
concerns various charges have been
made"
"Well. what do you want me to
do?"
Its not what I want you to do,"
she informed him; "it's what I'd like
to see you want to do"
Name it! I'll want to do it forth
with"
| II think when you are one Of a
handful of the richest men in New
York; when, for instance, you could
dictate the policy of a great newspa-
per, yet know it only as the course
that follows your grapefruit, you are
shirker and a drone, and are not
playing the game" Her hand tight
ened to the tiller. II think if I were
man riding on to the polo field I'd
either try like the devil to drive the
ball down between the posts, or I'd
come inside and take off my boots and
colors. I wouldn't hover in a ladylike
futlity around the edge of the scrim-
age"
She knew that to Horton, who play
ed polo like a fiend incarnate, the fig
ure would be effective, and she whip
ped out her words with something
very close to scorn.
There's my hand on it, Drennie," !"
he said. I'VE start back to New York
tomorrow, don't we Well, when 1 get
there 1 put on overalls and go to
work. When propose next I'll have
something to show!'
| (To be Continued).
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