Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-31

life; you might have knocked me down
with a feather"
She colored with rage and wounded
vanity.
How fattering! You are poor, Ar
thur Kenyon, and you know that my
father-in-law allows me a handsome
income. You have not come to ask me
for money-to Il ieaten or bully me?'
He lifted his fine eyebrows in sur
prise and protest.
How can you imagine such dis
agreeable things? Am not gentle
man by birth and breeding, and does
anybody but the sensational ruffian
ever stop to rob or bully a woman
All, no-you wrong me-"
"Then," she cried, there is some-
thing even worse in the background
is it not so?"
Il decline to reply"
Very well; I will answer my own
question: said Iris Greylock. You
made ducks and brakes of your own
fortune years ago, now you are seek
ing for another. You retain your good
looks, your youthful appearance, your
fine voice. You are still a dangerous
rival, even for an English baronet.
The attraction which has drawn you
to Blackport is Miss Greylock, the
heiress of the Woods. Did 1 not hear
you sing last night? Did l not know
that all your fervor and passion were
meant for her, and her only?"
He leaned back against the painted
wall and shrugged his shoulders.
'"The heiress of the Woods" he re-
peated, slowly. MY dear Madame
Sylphide, now give me a chance to
person?"
She looked him steadily in the face,
and answered.:
my daughter!"
THAT is a little mistake Of yours
you have no daughter. She died irin-
fancy"
She was a bold woman, but her eyes
fell before his.
Il discovered the truth after we
parted" she stammered. II found
her again."
Did you, indeed?" he cried, mock
ingly. How fortunate, how like a
sensational romance? Your genius did
not all lay in your pretty feet, Syl-
| phide. You had a head to plan and
to execute also. You found your
daughter, and by means Of her the
way to old Greylock's Golfers! He
dotes on the young lady, understand.
But where and how did you find her?
the child that was dying when you
abandoned her for-for"-
DO not hesitate" she said, bitterly;
speak out the truth: When I aban-
doned her for a man who afterward
became my evil genius, and recon-
pensed me with nothing but trouble,
neglect, misery"
mo reproaches, beg Of you," an
swered Regnault, airily. Let us keep
to the important subject Of your
daughter. It would crafty me ex-
ceedingly to hear the story Of her res
direction. I can swear, from actual
knowledge, that there were years when
you believed her dead-when you
knew no more about her than 1 do Of
the lost pleiad. How do you fill up
this gap of time?"
Angry and disconnected she hung
her head and was dumb.
| II see," he said, with a low laugh;
'it was necessary to have a daughter
to obtain a foothold at Greylock
Woods! Those two fossils, your faith
er- -in-law and his sister, were not diff
ficult to hoodwink, eh? Well, wher-
ever you found her, she does credit to
your taste"
1T is false-false!" gasped Iris Grey
lock; "all that you insinute Is false!
deny it to your facet"
| THAT does not signify, Sylphide, for
those who have known you longest are
best acquainted with your extraordi-
nary powers of lying. Pardon me, but
would not believe you under oath.
The charming girl whom Godfrey
| Greylock calls his granddaughter, has
not a drop of Greylock blood in her
veins"
| She wrung her hands.
| Il came here this morning to learn
what was to expect from you, Arthur
Kenyon, and here it is! l am to have
my daughters identity questioned-I
am to be accused Of a foul deceit-my
peaceable relations with Godfrey
| Greylock are to be Observation-Disclosures
up if possible-is it not so? You wish
| to proclaim war between us? Very
well, l, too have my weapons. You
were Ethel's teacher at school-you
have corresponded with her since her
return home-there is an affaire d'a-
mour between YOU"
1t was his turn to be disconnected.
who told you this?" he demanded.
Nobody" she replied; II am capa-
BILE of discovering many things for
myself. If you and l are to be foes,
Arthur Kenyon, l will go to Godfrey
Greylock this very hour, and lay the
|
him that his heress, whom he intends
for the English baronet, is engaged to
Monsieur Regnault, a travelling singer.
What, think you, will your chances
then be of obtaining the girl and her
fortune?"
1t was Greek meeting Greek-a Ro-
land for an oliver. They looked mis-
trustfully at each other-the dark,
handsome man, the delicate, pretty
woman.
Remember" she cried, defiantly,
that you cannot destroy me without
l involving Ethel in my ruin"
So far as he was capable of loving
anything, Regnault really loved this
splendid, high bred girl who had
promised to be his wife; the thought
of losing her stung him to the heart
woke in him a passionate fear-swept
laway all such considerations as mall