Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-09-03

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utility, Miss Grierson's cool announce
ment, carrying with it the assurance
that his secret was no secret, would
have settled it.
ITS so," she was adding calmly. 81
found out. How do I know? Because
her father bought the draft at poppa' s
came back with the Bayou State Sc
curity's dated paying stamp on it. See
how easy it was!"
Raymers laugh was not altogether
mirthful.
you are a WITCH" he said. "Is
there anything you don't know?"
mot very many things that l really
need to know" was the mildly boast
full retort. But you see, now, how
!; foolish my suspicious WERE"
Raymer nodded. Though he would
not have admitted it under torture, the
entire matter figured somewhat as n
mountain constructed out of a rather
small molehill to a man for whom the
subtleties lay in a region unexplored.
He wondered that the clear minded
little social climber" as his sister
called her, had ever bothered her
nimble brain about such an abstruse
and far-fetched question Of identities.
You said few minutes ago that
Griswold calls himself a socialist. That
isn't quite the word. He Is q sociolo-
gist."
Miss Grierson ignored the nice dis
tinction in names.
Socialism goes with being poor,
doesn't it?" she remarked. "Since Mr..
Griswold's ship has come in, suppose
he finds 1t easier, and pleasanter, to
be theoretical leveler than a practi-
cal one"
THAT is another thing I have never
been quite able to understand" said
the iron founder. You say his father
left him poor; where did he get his
money!"
why, don't you know?" was the in
nocent query. And then, with pretty
affectation Of embarrassment, real or
perfectly simulated: "If he hasn't told
you, I mustn't"
"Of course, don't want to pry,"
said Raymer, loyal again.
Il can give you a hint, and that Is
ALL Don't you remember My Lady
Jezebel,' the unsigned novel that made
such a hit last summer"
why. bless goodness. yes! Did he
write that?"
He has never admitted 1t in so
many words. But I'll divide a little
secret with you. He has been reading
bits Of his new book to me, and pshaw!
blind person could tell! asked him
once IL he could guess how much the
author Of My Lady Jezebep has been
paid, and he said, with the most per-
fectly transparent carelessness: oh,
about a hundred thousand, 1 suppose ."
Tally" said Raymer, laughing.
"Griswold has put an even ninety thou
sand into my little egg basket out at
the plant But, Of course you knew
that everybody in Wahaska knows it
by this time"
Miss Grierson did not reply, and for
little while they were both silent.
Then Raymer said:
II wonder if McMurtry doesn't think
I've dropped out on him. 1 guess I'd
better go and see. Don't wait any
longer on my motions, unless you want
to, Miss Margery."
When Raymer had gone, the oppor-
tunity which Broffin had so lately
craved was his. Miss Grierson was
left alone on the big veranda, and he
had only to step out and confront her.
Instead, he got up quietly and went
back through the lobby with his head
down and his hands in his pockets.
and the surviving bit of the dead cigar
disappeared between his strong teeth
and became a cud of chagrin. There
had been a goal in sight, but Miss
Grierson had beat him to it.
And the winner Of the small handi-
cap? With a deep breath drawing that
was almost q sob, Miss Grierson sprang
up, stole a swift confirming glance at
the empty chair behind the window
hangings, and crossed the veranda to
stand with one arm around support
ing pillar. And since the battle was
fought and won, and the friendly pill
lar gave it's stay and shelter. the vel
/ Rllal cplIanl1, nd ,-in
red lips were trembling like the lips of
a frightened child.
(To be Continued.)