Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-24

| hiiil. NO, lie was talking &c GOQIreN
Greylock. What sort Of a man wa:
this? Had he come to America will
any real intention Of wooing his heir
ess-cousin? Suppose her fear of hin
should be for naught. after all.
| It's like the case
| "Of Captain Baxter.
Whom Miss Riddy refused before HI
axed her."
They rode through the old town, anC
back along the silver crescent to the
hot sandy road; and somehow, at thi.
point, Godfrey Greylock, annoyed by
the silence of the young people, deem
ed 1t best to leave them together. He
| dashed ahead, and as the groom had
vanished, Ethel and the baronet found
themselves alone. The girl turned
haughtily to the man.
May 1 ask how long you had been
In Blackport when we met yesterday
she said.
Since the previous evening"" he an
swered, quietly. Il arrived on a be-
lated train, and being a stranger in a
strange land, I went to a hotel for the
night"
you might have told me who you
were!" she flashed.
A suspicion of a smile appeared al
the corners Of his mouth, but he an
swered, gravely: Under the peculiar
circumstances, my courage, unluckily
failed me-"
She struck Sultana sharply.
What could you have thought of
me? MOI" defiantly. You need not
trouble yourself to tell really do not
care! Pardon me. grandpa went off
In singular fashion. The idea of a
man Of 70 riding like that! l must
overtake him."
FShe started briskly off. He follow
ed. AS she glanced back and saw this,
some demon seemed to enter into her.
The sand flew under the black mares
spurning heels. The yellow hair of
the rider futtered like a banner in the
breeze-her dazzling face shone mock
ingly.
II will send the groom back for
you," she laughed.
will, you indeed?" he muttered, and
sped after her like a shot.
She had reached place where the
road made a great curve around a
stretch Of treacherous marsh. She
then twitched Sultanas bride, and the
mare be Inded obediently from safe
ground into the salt meadow, and
scurrieG across 1t, off and away, like a
bird, with the ooze and water flying
from her hoofs, and her name SWIM
ming the wind, like the steed in Mrs.
Brownies ballad.
Not an instant did the baronet hesi-
tate. Withersoever she led, he could
follow. Into the marsh he went, but
alas! with a result far different from
that achieved by the capricious beau
ty in advance of him. The horse he
rode chanced to be a far heavier ami
NAL than Sultana, and he himself was
no lightweight. Halfway across the
meadow Ethel Greylock looked back,
and saw her English kinsman stuck
fast in the mire-the beast that bore
him was nearly up to the girth in mud
and water. Instead of turning back to
offer assistance or even to direct him
to safer ground, the heiress Of the
Woods gave utterance to wicked
laugh, and dashed on over the meadow
into the sandy road, and through the
woodbine gate to the villa.
MY dear, where is the baronet?" de-
manded Godfrey Greylock, as the girl
rode up to the door, at which he had
but just alighted.
II left him in the marsh" she an
swered, fixed, like a craven image,
among the reeds and rushes. You had
better send a groom, grandpa, to pull
him out. 1t is a damp and unpleasant
place for so much rank and dignity"
1t happened that Sir Gervase was
capable of extricating himself; but
when he came back to the villa cha
plight as regarded his external being.
1t was the prank of a hoyden-quite
unworthy of the hight bred heiress of
Greylock Woods. But 10! when the
luncheon bell sounded, down the long
stair she came, all in cream-white,
from head to foot, and looking so fair,
so innocent, that his anger vanished
at once. Gliding straight up to him,
she held out her ringed hand.
Il am ashamed of myself" she said,
sweetly. Pray forgive me, cousin"
GLADLY" he answered, pressing
close the penitent fingers.
1T was very, very unkind Of me-"
DO not mention it. l am glad it
happened-now."
At dinner Iris Greylock made her
fret entrance into the villa, and so
completed, after many years, her tri-
umph over Godfrey Creylock.
Step by step" says the French
proverb, "one goes long way" Step
by step this woman had accomplished
many ambitious desires. Punctual to
the moment, she limped into the draw
ing room, her childish figure draped
in silk and brocade, diamonds blazing
in her ears and at her throat, her dark
curls fluttering, her pretty pale fac"
wreathed with smiles. Both Godfrey
Greylock and Miss Pam met her cold
ly, yet courteously.
How pleasant, after many years, to
renew an old acquaintance" she said,
to the latter. But you have grown
externally old. l positively shouldn't
have known you outside Of this house.
To the master of the Woods she
made a mocking little courtesy.
my dear father in-law, l am over
joyed to smoke-figuratively speaking
the pipe Of peace with you! Now,
where is my compagnOn de voyage?'
She limped up to the barOnet with a
coquettish smile. He shook hands
with her cordially. "Ah, Sir Gervase,'
she cried, Il can never forget those
charming days at sea! Ethel knows