Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-08-29

| do not know that | might have been
her husband myself If had so deslr-
ed"
| Nothing could have been more ex-
asperating than his tone. Seemingly
unmoved, Greylock answered.: Il ad-
NIT my ignorance"
1T is quite true" said Kenyon, with
a laugh; Il assure. you I had hard
work to escape the old dancing master.
He was ambitious for his daughter I
think he died from the disappointment
when I went abroad. AS for Sylphide
,herself-the pretty little darling!-she
was as ready to fall into my arms as
a ripe peach from a wind-shaken tree"
| The ominous eyes which had been
searching the sumptuous room, alight-
ed just at this opportune instant upon
corner table, on which lay a hat and
cane-the latter 1.-THE, tough and
strong. Like lightning Greylock
snatched 1t up with one hand, and with
the other he seized Arthur Kenyon by
the collar. The creole was no match
for his adversary, who had twice his
physical strength, and was now made
Irresistible by rage. There was no
word, no outcry, but the strong cane
descended, relentless as Fate-fast and
furious fell the blows. Greylock smote
and spared not.
In a few moments all was over.
Arthur Kenyon, the curled darling Of
society, had received as sound a
| thrashing as was ever administered to
man. The bracelet of diamonds and
emeralds lay trampled out Of all shape
and beauty on the tufted floor, and
Greylock, standing like a victorious
viking over the PROSTATE admirer Of
his wife, broke the cane in pieces and
laid the same on the fallen man.
BE wise and profit by this lesson"
he said, dryly.
Kenyon could not rise, for the foot
of the other held him down, but he
turned on the rich carpet and looked
up at Greylock, his dark face livid, dis
torted, diabolic.
you shall pay for this with your
life!" he hissed.
Greylock laughed derisively.
you grow tragic. Adieu, Mr.. Ken
yon. Believe me, the pleasure which
have experienced from this little visit
I shall long remember"
He walked straight to the door.
Kenyon arose to his feet and glared
after him.
I'VE shall meet next time under diff
ferent circumstances" he said, hoarse-
| ly.
Greylock shrugged his shoulders.
THAT depends upon the manner in
which you conduct yourself In the fu-
ture," he answered, and straightway
made his exit from the place, with head
held high and a look Of sombre but
intense satisfaction on his face.
And this was the end of the mar
riage which had cost him so much!
His was no uncommon story. A high
spirited fellow of twenty, sole heir to
grand estate, with a brilliant career
opening before him, he had looked on
the fair face Of woman, and, like an
other Marc Antony, recKlessly thrown
his world away for love-given up his
birthright of ease and honor and lux
ury for one who now trampled on his
heart and scorned him to his face.
My father did WELL" he said to him
self, bitterly, ito cast off a son who
would stoop to marry a girl like that
What precious idiot have been
what a wreck l have made Of my life!
AS God hears me- will put the world
betwixt myself and her."
He plunged into a maze OF streets,
all dreary and bitter cold upon this
dull, wintry day, and walked for hours
up and down, hither and thither, TAX
ing counsel with himself regarding his
future movements. Vessels of all kinds
| lay at the wharves-ocean steamers,
foreign traders. Why not take flight
in one of these and return to his own
land no more? Then the Colorado
scheme thrust itself upon his consid-
Grafton. In that vast new country he
might find the peace which he had lost
at home. Should he set his face to-
ward it's grand possibilities? Verify he
would! But how was he to go?
His purse was we'll nigh empty.
Where could be beg or borrow the
money for the journey? There was
but one person on earth to whom ne
would stoop to ask for help, and that
was his father. He felt sure the
master of Greylock Woods would be
willing to advance the necessary sum,
If only for the sake of Kidding himself
Of the son, against whom his anger
burned like fire. In the words but not
the spirit of his biblical prodigal, he de-
termined to arise and go to his father.
The street lamps began to flash out
darkness had fallen. Absorbed In MS
miserable thoughts, he had wandered,
aimless and dinnerless from one end OF
the city to the other. For the first
time he remembered his child. Was
she still living, that little creature, un-
welcome, neglected, yet by birth the
heiress of a splendid fortune? Grey
lock had not yet reached that pass
when he could, like Rousseau, abandon
his own flesh and blood. He meant TO
leave the city by an evening train, but
first he must know the fate of his
daughter. He started for the west
end lodging house, determined, II pos
sible, TO avoid another meeting with
Iris, and yet to learn If the offspring
of their unlucky union still lived.
BY this time Sylphide would be max
ing ready for the theatre. Mockingly
her fair little face began to dance be-
fore his eyes. Eighteen months before
he had loved her better than his own
life. The human heart is perVerse
thing. His wrath, his jealousy, raged
fercely against her, but was he sure
that he did not love her?
(To be Continued)
Princes at School.-Dr. Marks tells
some amusing stories OF the carry
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