Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-07

Anu Sne clOSeQ ner eyes as III weary
of the matter
Godfrey Greylock MADE an impatient
movement.
This is an unfortunate affair."" he
said, haughtily. 1T Is not. pleasant
for my granddaughter to find herself
Indebted to anybody-especially to one
so far below her own social station. /
insist, girl, that you accept something
which may be called a suitable recon-
pense for the service you have render
ed her. Take this'-he thrust a slip
lof paper into Polly's passive fingers
"and If you have friends in your own
walk in life. consult them regarding
the best use you can make of such a
sum. Should you need further aid at
any time in the future, you are at lib
erty to apply to me-
| Polly looked not at the check, which
represented more money than she had
ever seen in her life. but at the dis
dainful old aristocrat who was seek
| ing to overwhelm her with his gener-
osity. Quietly, deliberately, she tore
the slip of paper in pieces, and drop
ped it on tie floor
IF you please" she answered, in a
low, firm voice, II must have my own
way about this thing, sir. l do not
wish you to feel under obligations to
me, neither will I take your money.
You stare-but l do not want it.
will not have 1t. Forget the service
have done you. Heaven knows that I
have no desire that you should re-
member it! And now be kind enough
to let me say good-by to you and to
Miss Greylock."
| He was transfixed with angry
amazement. That a nameless work.
girl should dare to assume that tone
to him, and tear up his check and
throw it, If not in his face, at least
Under his feet, was something too au-
dacious for belief. But Ethel, on her
embroidered pillows, opened her eyes,
with an amused smile.
"Ah, Polly, you are not lacking in
pride or spirit! What Is to be done
with a person like you? Well, Of
course, you must have your own way
will ask but one favor Of you," gra-
ciously. Should you ever require
help of any kind, will you come to
me?"
YES" answered Polly, in a choking
voice. Yes"
Your hand upon it," insisted Eth
el, still smiling.
The work-roughened hand Of the
servant the satin-soft one of the heir
ess, met for an instant, then fell apart.
"Good-by, Polly; and remember,
am always, always your friend"
"Good-by, Miss Greylock, and thank
you kindly"
With these words Polly retired,
empty handed, from the presence Of
the pair. The Greylock carriage con-
veyed her back to Cats Tavern, where
quietly, silently, she took up her daily
tasks again, as If nothing had happen
ed Neither Mercy Poole nor DR.. Van
dine tormented her with questions.
The latter regarded Polly with a sort
Of puzzled approval.
Il see," he said, that you are de-
termined to be a heroine. Brave, good
child! Into what maelstrom Of peril
will you throw yourself next?" Then
his rugged face grew grave and sad.
| Thank God that you had the courage
to save her, Polly! She can never be
anything to me-" and he sighed heav-
you for that deed as long as l live! 1
know some of the facts Of the case.
Her assailant was a rejected lover
poor devil! OF course he was mad;
small wonder, too, since he had lost
her."
A sickening pain struck to Polly's
heart Of hearts.
"Dr. Vandine," she answered, you
love Miss Greylock, and for that rea-
son 1 am glad-glad that 1 received
the blow meant for her. 1 owe you so
much that the person who is dear to
you must be dear to me also"
You owe me nothing!" he cried
What nonsense you talk, Polly! And,
by the way, it cuts me to the heart to
see you looking so pale and weak.
Your brave spirit is held in a very
| frail body. AS your physician. COM
mand you to take care Of yourself"
He did not dream of the exquisite
misery he was inflicting upon her.
| Polly's secret passion was still a Sc
cret-he had never guessed it, he new
er would.
| No steps were taken to apprehend
Regnault. The whole matter was COW
cred up as secretly and effectually as
possible. Meanwhile summer died.
The great salt marshes lay brown and
dim under the autumn clouds, the
winds began their autumn riot upon
the sea.
| Up at Greylock Woods Ethel was
now moving about the great house
like G. lovely ghost. Sometimes she
walked the faded terraces, leaning on
the arm of the old man, who having
forgiven all her transgressions, SEEM
ed now to love her more than ever
Sometimes she rode beside him
through the rusty woods, or down by
the melancholy shore, with shadow,
not born of recent illness, upon her
face. Flesh and strength returned to
her-beauty returned, but still she was
greatly changed.
| One unlucky day DR.. Vandine found
the heiress of the Woods sitting at her
piano, in the same room and by the
very window where she had rejected
Sir Gervase long weeks before, The
resplendent peacock was again strut
ting upon the terrace outside. In
voice as sweet as heaven, yet full or
unshed tears. Miss Greylock was sing
ing, as the doctor entered, these lines:
"She turned the ring upon her hand -
The fields are heaped with rusty
sheaves,
| The tickle swallows fly the caves
The black frost nips the pleasant land.