Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-03-19

cried. Il will have nothing to do will
the abominal business!"
Hold your tongue, lad!" shouted my
grandfather.
81 warn you, you, sir, you will &C.
complish nothing by bequeathing youl
money to mel" persisted Heron, with
vehemence. God is my witness. will
restore every farthing of 1t to youi
daughter
1t was the feather that broke the
camers back. Judge Ferrers gave q
roar Of evaporation.
"You will accept 1t, lad, or I will
scatter it to the winds Of heaven
will burn it, bury it; but to the wo-
man who was once my child, and Is
now as dead to me as though she lay
in her grave, it shall never go! Let
her perish in the gutter, and her off,
spring with her!"
Heron stood facing my grandfather
looking ill-pleased with his part In
our family tempest.
ALLOW me to retire, sir"-he began
stifiy.
81 forbid you to move from this
spot!" thundered the Judge.
Then Aunt Helena made one last eff
fort. She took my face in her two
hands, with the long hair falling away
on either side, and lifted it to my
grandfather's gaze.
Look at her once, Philip!" she i'm
plored, "and you cannot drive her from
you. AS you hope for pardon yourself,
forgive Constance-take her home
she Is in peril and unprotected. For
this childs sake, receive the mother
for the mothers sake, receive the
child"
If there was beauty in my face, 1t
did not move him; If there was vul-
nerable spot in his heart, this appeal
failed to find it. My poor mother had
sinned past all forgiveness. Before
such wrath as his, blood was not
thicker than water-its mysterious in
fluences had no power to affect him.
You are my sister, Helena" he
! cried, in q terrible voice, but should
you dare repeat this offense, will turn
you from my house, will disown you,
as disowned the daughter who defied
and disregarded me years ago! Now,
take that child out of my sight"
Phillip, oh, Philip" cried Aunt He
lena, but he waved her off.
Not a word more! Take her away,
or 1t will be the worse for you!"
She was conquered! She drew me
blindly toward the door.
| I broke from her grasp, and turning
toward my grandfather, stamped my
foot, and shouted:
you horrid, wicked, dreadful old
man! I hate you with all my heart. 1
will hate you so long as I live"
| Aunt Helena seized me, anew, and
dragged me forcibly over the thresh-
old.
"Oh, Hazel" she groaned, you have
completed our utter ruin!-all Is lost
come away!"
The last 1 saw of that room was
flood of rosy light falling through Its
stained window, and my grandfather
standing in the radiance, with his back
turned upon us, while the sallow boy
Heron gazed after our ignominious re-
treat, with something in his eyes that
made me think he was sorry for us.
Then the portiere fell into place, and
rejected, disowned, stood with Aunt
Helena in the beautiful oaken hall.
| .I want to 90 back to mammal" /
painted.
| Immediately" sobbed Aunt Helena.
my poor Constance! 1 fear this dis
appointment will quite break her
heart"
In haste and silence We made our
exit from the grand house which, for
years after, was to be to me but
memory and a dream.
The brougham which had brought US
from the great depot carried us back
to it, and directly found myself again
seated in the car beside Aunt Helena,
retracing the distance betwixt the city
and our poor cottage.
will my grandfather be very angry
with you, aunt?" queried, anxiously;
twill he make you suffer for trying to
help us?"
| mo. dear, no-don't think of me-
answered Aunt Helena, shading her
eyes with her gloved hand that might
not see her tears.
Darkness was gathering by the time
we reached the cottage-the forlorn'
clustering darkness of an autumn eve.
| For once the gate was unlocked, and
/ we went up the walk under the fading
trees-a crushed and hopeless pair.
NV mother, too anxious to remain
indoors, was waiting in the porch
her pale face and sunny hair glimmer-
ed through the dusk. 1 broke from
Aunt Helena and flew to meet her.
He would not look at me, mamma,
I cried; "he would not speak to me-
He is a hard, cruel man."
While with one hand she drew me
to her breast, with the other she
snatched at the woodwork of the
porch for support.
ooh, Aunt Helena" she cried, your
plan has failed!"
Yes" answered poor Aunt Helena
81 am but a sorry schemer, Constance
I managed the affair very badly. Your
cause is lost-you are disinherited, and
Hazel with you!"
/ CHAPTER w.
/ Hazel Speaks.
Some time, mamma, I will go
again." sobbed; Ito please you, 1 will
go again to my grandfather"
mo-" she answered, firmly, you
j shall go no more to that house. We
must be content to remain what he
has made us Hazel-outcasts!"
Take courage, ma'am," said Patty;
"he may yet change"
Never" replied my mother. H.
after twelve years, his anger against