Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1917-07-11

he might hope to meet her there Like
Juliet, time Travelled a leaden-footed
pace till she could see him, and she
found herself starting out much too
early. When she looked at her tiny
watch she discovered it was only
three. That certainly could not be
considered "late in the afternoon" SO
she concluded to make a detour OF
about a mile by the river road. She
loved that way by the river, for often
little boats went gliding past, some
times with a solitary rover, but more
often a man and a woman, and al
ways they seemed happy.
A small boat, keeping close to the
opposite shore, came slowly down the
river. The man was so earnestly talk
ing to the girl in the stern that some
times he stopped rowing and let the
boat drift. She had flowers In her
hand and she trailed them in the wa
ter and, as he bent nearer to her, she
threw one Of them in his face. lie
caught it, kissed the flower and thrust
1t into q little pocket. Then he looked
up quickly toward the shore as though
fearing he had been observed, and be-
gan to row quickly. AS they came
nearer Zenaide, who had been watch
ing, suddenly recognized the man. IL
seemed that everything became chaos
before her eyes. But she pulled herself
together and went on watching. Inc
girl was very pretty and the man, Rod
ert Cary, stopped rowing n ore"
nearer and nearer to her. Suddenly ne
took her in his arms and kissed her
many times on the lips. She struggled
and tried to push him away. Then sne
screamed. Her cry must have attract
ed someone on the shore for he drew
away and both looked toward the
bank. She begged him to let her get
out, and half rose from her seat, but
he made her sit down and began to
row swiftly down the stream and was
soon around the bend and out of sight.
Zenaide, crushed, horror-stricken,
rose weakly and staggered on, not to
20 to Mrs. Maynard's, but toward
home. After awhile she dropped down
again in q secluded place on the road,
away from the river. She felt too tired
and exhausted to 60 on. Besides, she
did not yet wish to meet her father and
be asked questions about her visit to
Mrs. Maynard. She had never yet lied
to her father, and she shrank from be-
ginning. She wondered what she would
do about Jason. He was the old serv1-
tor who was always sent with the fun
ny old cart to fetch her home from
Mrs. Maynard's. She remembered how
once, when the old man had been seen
coming, Robert Cary had said: Jason
In search of the Golden Fleece" He
! had looked meaninglyoa at her hair, and
added, with q sigh: fortunate Jason!
He always finds it-and bears it awayl
1t must be wonderful to be Jason!"
She walked back to the road Jason
would have to travel. 1t would not do
for him to go to Mrs. Maynard's and
find she had not been there. After a
time he came jogging along with the
old mare. She met him and got into
the cart. Though he asked no ques.
lions, his %perturbed face seemed to de-
mand an explanation of such an IN
| usual proceeding, so she simply said
! she had Preferred to walk part Of the
way, but it might be Just as well to
say nothing to her father, as It might
worry him. Jason promised discretion,
but looked as though he would not be
the second time a party to deceit.
As the days went on Zenaide felt
that she must invent some excuse to
Mrs. Maynard for staying away, so she
wrote her she was not feeling very well
and had had a slight accident to her
wrist, so that she could not play ten
mis-. She felt like a wicked sinner for
having written these %falsehoods, but
she could see no other way.
One day as she came in from the
| garden she heard voices. 1t was Mrs.
Maynard's! Yes, and her fathers! She
had actually invaded the sanctum Ze-
naide went in. A man rose at her en-
trance. Robert Cary! She went so
white at sight of him Mrs. Maynard
thought she must have been more Ill
than she had said. Giving Cary a for
NAL greeting, she paid all her atten-
ton to the lady. Her father chatted
with Cary and the two seemed to be
on very good terms. In q pause IN her
/ talk Farr broke in:
"Zenaide," he said, "Mr. Cary tells
me he knows you. 1 can't recall your
speaking of him. Still, you may have.
Simply the name Cary may have meant
nothing. But Robert Cary, the son of
my old college chum, Bob, means very
much to me. He has promised to come
! again to see me. I want you to be
friends"
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