Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-15

came betwixt my son and mel" he
cried, his pale face growing terrible;
"let no one dare to mention her name
in my hearing from this hour hence
forth. Curse her! I am glad she is not
here to look upon him dead"
But you have a grandchild"-began
the lawyer.
Il trust not. You tell me it was very
sick at the time the mother took it
away. Let us hope that it died."
But if it lives?"
BE sure that I will never acknowl-
edge anything of that woman's blood"
1.-The infant is your rightful heiress,
SIR
Enough! find this subject too hid
eous for discussion. If the child is
dead, there is nothing more to be said
about It; If 1t lives It belongs to it's
wretched mother. / now understand
why my son was so anxious to leave
this part of the country. He has paid
dearly. indeed for his disobedicnce to
me. The woman that he preferred be-
fore me-the worthless creature who
dazzled his fancy and blinded his judg-
ment, has destroyed-yes, murdered
him. Believe me, she is the sole cause
of his DEATH"
"I do not understand" said the law
yer.
Godfrey Greylock fell helplessly back
into his chair.
How dull you are! My son must
have known that he was disgraced-no
Greylock could hear such a thing and
live. Robert was reckless and heart
sick The life which the woman had
utterly wrecked and ruined he ended
with his own hand among the old
Blackport salt pits"
Mervin walked back and forth across
the floor.
81 believe you are right" he said az
last, in a tone of conviction; Il am
sure you are right! Do you intend to
pursue your sons widow and her low
er? 1t is thought they have sailed for
Europe.
81 pursue them?" cried Godfrey
Greylock, his thin nostrils expanding
with scorn; "a thousand times no.
What are they now to me, that should
soil my hands in such a matter?
never wish to hear of them again. My
sons death sewers all connection be-
twixt that woman and the Greylock
family. Let her go her own ways"
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yer; sis 1t not a pity to leave 1t in
such hands?"
Good Heaven. Mervin, do you wish
to drive me wild? The child ought to
have died a week ago-it is dead, let us
hope and trust. Living, it might have
made me trouble, but being out of my
way, and out Of its worthless mothers
also, forbid you to speak of it again"
"All the same, 1t may be living,
murmured the lawyer to himself.
There was an inquest at which Ike
Poole and his daughter Mercy ap-
peared-the latter as calm as craven
image-and told the coroner's jury of
the visit made by Robert Greylock to
the inn on the night of his death-of
the depression under which he seemed
to be laboring, and of his avowed pur-
pose (whether made in jest or in earn
est, neither could say, to shoot him
self, in case Godfrey Greylock refused
to be reconciled to his son. The tes-
timony of both father and daughter
was clearly given, and produced an
/ no
peated a portion, at least, of her con-
versation with the deceased. Then the
pistol which had been found beside
Robert Greylock was produced. 1t was
the work of a well-known American
| firm and seemed entirely new. Ike
Poole, always of a lively imagination,
declared that he had seen the form OF
something like that same weapon in
the dead mans breast pocket while he
was at supper in the inn. But when
Mercy was questioned on the same
point she scornfully answered, mo
she had noticed nothing of the kind"
Godfrey Greylock was the next per-
son to be examined. Verify, it was
hard for this autocrat, in room full OF
gaping people, to relate the unpleasant
things which had passed betwiXt him
self and his son; yet he did it with un-
fiinching truthfulness, and a composure
worthy of Mercy Poole herself. The
fisherman who had found the body
added his unimportant story to those
already told, and so clear seemed the
case that a child could understand it
The testimony of all parties pointed
directly to the same conclusion. So
the jury put their wise heads togeth-
er, and the verdict which they swiftly
rendered was-suicide. Plainly Robert
Greylock had died by his own hand.
There was a solemn, stately funeral;
Godfrey Greylock buried his dead with
pomp; then he came back to his
French villa among the knolls and
lawns and great belts of forest trees
and shut his doors upon that world
from which he neither asked nor
wished for sympathy.
Miss Pamela was in bed, i'll with
grief. Hopkins and the servants
moved about the house with RED eyes
and stealthy footsteps. 1t was an un-
speakably bleak night. Snow fell out
side, and the cold was intense. The
son lay in the tomb, the father sat be-
fore a great fire in his library, Vainly
trying to warm himself by the rec
blaze. Now it chanced that a window
of the sumptuous room had been lef'
unfastened. The wind walled by ano
shook it so Justify that Godfrey Grey
lock turned in his chair to look, and as
he did so a blast of cold air smote hin
in the face like a breath from his sons
grave. At the same instant the cur
tains of lace and damask were tossed
lunceremoniously aside, and out of the
night and cold a woman leaped over
the low sill of the window. straight into
the library.
The snow lay white on her dress and
shawl, and over the hood which COW
cred her rich hair. Her black eyes
| Sbona like moons. her face was as