Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-08

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You have a child?"
Yes; a daughter"
II deeply regret her existence. The
Greylock blood mixed with that of a
allet-girl-faugh!" He shuddered
with disgust. You tell me that you
are going west. Do you intend to take
your wife with you?'
No"
Il sect is a separation" He
shrugged his shoulders and turned
away from the table. but Immediately
turned back again, with flash Of
wrathful fire in his cold eyes. "One
portion of your errand here is alto
gether in vain, Robert. You have dis
obeyed, disgraced, defied me-three
deadly sins, which l will never for
give! 1 wash my hands Of you. When
anything displeases me in this world I
crush it, If I can; if not, ignore it.
From this night henceforth you and
are strangers. 1 forbid you to ever
cross my threshold again-I disown
you! You are no more to me now
than the dust under my feet The
Greylocks are not a long-liyed race,
few of us ever reach three score and
ten, in view of which fact have made
my will, disposed of all my earthly
possessions; perhaps you would like to
know how?"
II am not particularly curious" an
swered Robert Greylock, with an in
difference which he did not feel.
1T Is my pleasure to tell you that,
with the exception Of proper annuity
bequeathed to my sister, every dollar
of my fortune goes Internationally to
the English branch of the family-Sir
Gervase Greylock, a baronet of ten
years of age"
At last he knew the worst! All was
indeed lost. He stood looking blank
ly out before him for a moment, then
slowly answered:
MY dear father, congratulate Sir
Gervase Greylock. To dispose of ones
own possessions is the inalienable right
of man, and if you have pleased your
self in this matter, l ought to be sat-
isfied"
Yet, even as he spoke the splendor
of the great room danced before his
eyes, and in the light of the swinging
lamp his face looked ghastly.
The master of Greylock Woods said
not a word, but he turned to a Vene-
tian cabinet, opened drawer, took out
a roll Of money and thrust it contemp-
tuously across the table to his unfor-
given son.
There are five hundred dollars" he
cried; make the most of the sum, for
it is the last you will ever receive of
me. l never wish to see your face
again. From this hour you are dead
to me-from this hour 1 have no son."
Robert Greylock took the money and
put it in his pocket.
You are hard, you are cruel" he
answered, calmly; but will not COM
plain. Let us hope that you may new
er regret anything that has been said
here tonight. Since this house is no
longer my home, l will fare back to
Poole's Inn, my dear father. You must
permit me to still call you by that
name, for l do not disown you; neither
do l understand how the tie of blood
can be severed by a word"
Co" cried the elder Greylock,
pointingly imperiously to the door. Il
want no more of you!"
Robert GreylOck cast one long look
around the room, farewell look, that
fingered on the dark, rich colors, the
warm hearth, the gleam of bronze and
carved woods, and came back to the
cold, relentless face on the other side
of the table-that high featured face,
which might have been cut from gray
marble, so bloodless and emotionless it
was. Verify, if the senior Greylock had
a heart, no living being had yet discov-
cred the avenue to it; least of all, this
son whom he was now turning like a
dog from his doors.
Il co." replied Robert, slowly, but l
think-I am sure, the time will come
when you will be sorry that we part
ed like this. Farewell"
He dashed out into the hall, and the
black walnut door closed relentlessly
behind him. At the same moment a
female figure in a white dressing
gown came fluttering down the broad,
shallow stair and fell, with cry, into
the young fellows Outstretched arms.
"Oh, my dear boy!" shouted Miss
Pamela Greylock. Hopkins told me
you were here. oh, my darling neph-
ew, what has he said to you-your
father, l mean? Surely-surely he has
not turned you out?"
Yes, Aunt PAM" answered Robert,
affectionately embracing the little
gray haired lady, "he has turned me
out. He is as hard as flint 1t is all
up with me. l am off to Colorado. 1
will write to you as soon as reach my
new home"
Colorado! Great Heaven! Robert,
my dear, dear boy, this is terrible!
Why did you marry against his will,
and bring such misery on us all? And
where is your little daughter? How
| long to see the child Already love
her dearly. Pray tell me something
about her"
Il cannot, Aunt PAM" he answered,
wildly: Il haven't time. Let me go-l
must go-I cannot breathe in this
house. Good-by, dear little woman.
and God bless yOu!"
He tore himself from her clinging
arms; it was better to be off at once;
and flinging back the great outer door,
he vanished straightway in the silence
and ploom of the night beVOnl