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

want to that pretty nerHitd6e "1 -
cage, in which was a big green par
rot. destined to console poor FAIRY
for the lost pet Of her less fortunate
days-the Polly for which she Still Ia
mented.
At sight of this gift Mrs. Iris went
off into paroxysms Of laughter In
which she was Joined by Hannah
Johnson.
"How good-how kind Of Miss
Greylock!" cried the ex-danseuse, as
soon as she had breath to speak. III
there is anything on earth that de-
test II Is a parrot. Nevertheless, the
dear bird shall have a place In my
boudoir, and we will listen to her dull
Get voice the day long. Come, Fairy,
come my precious child, and behold
your lost Polly"
Fairy put her fingers In her mouth
and scowled.
That's not Polly!" she answered.
saucily.
"Ah. yes 1t is," said Mrs. Iris, in
coaxing tone "Just listen!"
"Polly! Polly! I'm Polly!" croak-
ed the green bird.
"Give her the finest cake In the
house. Hannah" commanded MIS-.
Iris. "And now, my Fairy, come ana
take your dancing lesson. By TINS
means we shall yet force our Grand
Mogul to listen to justice and reason.
All, me! time was when I could nave
danced with you, you pretty elf, but
now mammals day Is over-only Win
great difficulty can she show you the
simplest steps"
Fairy forgot Polly instantly, as the
artful speaker knew we'll she wouid'
for the child had developed wonder
full passion, a marvellous talent Tor
Mrs. Iris's dear, lost art" In a
pocket diary Of the ex-danseuse these
lines might have been found:
"In a fit Of ennui, when the deadly
dullness of Rose Cottage seemed quite
unbearable, I began to learn FAIRY 10
dance. What was my delight to tind
her take to the business as naturally
as a duck to water! She is flexible
beyond belief, and phenomenally
strong and agile. She executes the
most charming movements with no
effort whatever. Nature has gifted
her with a suppleness and grace that
are really wonderful. If Godfrey
Greylock remains obdurate-f he
will not make her his heiress, will
consign her to a proper master and
she shall go upon the stage and De-
come a premiere danseuse."
Hannah Johnson placed the parrot
in a window, while Mrs. Iris proceed
ed to give Fairy her dancing lesson.
1t was difficult work for Mrs. Iris
It cost her severe physical pangs, but
she went about it with a stubborn de-
termination. Fairy stood on her
heels. her toes-everything but her
pretty, curly head. Her 1.-the body
assumed amazing angles. She bent
and twisted and twirled, she floated
and fluttered, and swayed and swung
while Mrs Iris struck the gay notes
from the piano, and beat time with
her one sound foot.
Poor papa used to say that every
inch Of a dancers body should be
trained" she sighed; "even to the
ewes, the fingers, the facial expression.
Now, Fairy-one, two, three. NO.;
that will not do. Try again. Bravo
child! Your poise is delightful-yes'
YOU have the real, artistic faculty.
Let us try the little Spanish dance
that 1 learned you yesterday"
The parrot cooked her green head
to one side and croaked: I'm Polly!
I'm Polly!"
Hannah Johnson grinned from
doorway. When 1t was over. Mrs.
Iris, for once, embraced her daugh-
ter with ardor.
You're beauty, Fairy" she
cried, land a genius, also. You dance
as naturally as a bird sings. There's
a future before you. Kiss mamma
After this all intercourse between
the villa and cottage ceased-only
Mrs. Iris sent her bills with delight
full regularity to her banker, as she
called the master Of the Woods. For
midable bills they often were, for she
did not confine herself to necessities;
but Godfrey Greylock paid them in
grim silence.
1t was Hannah Johnson who pur-
chased everything for her mistress
she seemed to possess the latter's en-
tire confidence. Daily she went to
the town, and frequently to distant
cities, on Mrs. Iriss errands. But
either from choice, or because she
would not stoop to ask favors from
her stern father-in-law, Robert Grey
locks widow never passed the gate OF
the Woods. All her outside affairs
she consigned to her servant Hannah,
and with her child remained a strict
recluse behind the vines of Rose Cot
tage.
Month after month went by. She
chafed and fumed and waited in vain
for a change in the aspect of affairs.
Did that autocrat at the villa never
mean to relent? Would not that prim
Miss Pam come again to see poor
Roberts daughter? No. The sum-
mer dwindled into autumn. Life
grew very luxurious and also very
dull. New novels Mrs. Iris had in
abundance, and new music, and there
were the dancing lessons. which went
on with determined regularity; but
these things were not engrossing
enough for her active mind. She
Jared sumptuously every day. She
had rich toilets direct from city mo-
diste. servants to do her bidding-ev-
cry reasonable luxury surrounded her
but still, she was not content. Hell
enforced solitude, the restrictions
that met her at every turn. the un-
certainty of this life at the cottage
CALLED her exceedingly. Yet never
once did she defy Godfrey Greylock's
RI the