Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-21
A D A r X D E E D
CHAPTER Xxx.
Polly Speaks,

Polly Speaks.
l did not scream or faint, or do any.
thing in fact, but drop the tiny gar.
ments. and sob out, It's not possible!
It's not possible!"
Granny Scrag hobbled up to me. and
peered into my face.
Il know ye, Poll, the minute l set
eyes on ye," she said; yes, yer faith
er's name was Robert Greylock-I can
take my oath on that, and If. anybody
goes to doubt it, with a grim. we can
show 'em yer shoulder-the mother
that bore ye can't deny the mark
she'll find there. I remember the
young gentleman's very words, The
child Is my daughter says he; her
name is Ethel Greylock.' Ye're Dress
ed like a lady-have ye got the brass
at last? OH" with a dolorous whine,
we was an ongrateful baggage. Poll,
to run off and leave me to shift for
myself! Ye never cared for nothing
but Nan. Says Robert Greylock, says
he, Tomorrow I'll come for the child,
and pay ye liberal That was years
and years ago, and not a cent have I
had for ye from that hour to this!"
Sir Gervase was a tower Of strength
at that moment. He Immediately
consigned the infants clothing and
the ring to his own pocket.
These things belong now to Miss
Greylock," he said to granny. Have
no fear-I give you my word that you
shall be amply repaid for all that was
done for her in her childhood"
I seized Granny Scrag suddenly by
her two bent shoulders, and looked in
to her ugly old face.
Are you sure-sure," entreated,
wildly, that you've made no mistake ?
are you sure that it was not Nan
who was brought to your door in Rob-
ert Greylock's arms-Nan, instead of
mel"
The old creature knew no more of
the Greylocks, their wealth and social
position, than of the planets, conse-
quently she could feel no temptation
to depart from the truth.
Nan wasn't born into the world
till two years after that night" she
answered. Cant ye remember how I
always liked her the best? And why
shouldn't I? She was Judith's child.
I'm sorry, say, that ever sold her.
Who's going to take care Of me in my
old age? Have I got to beg in the
streets till die? Polly! Polly!" and
she began to wiring her skinny hands,
II know by yer looks that we've fallen
into some good place. Now, it's no
more than fair for ye to do something
for meme that brought ye up, and
shaved for ye. when yer own kin de-
serted ye."
Sir Gervase made the old woman
rehearse every detail Of the long past
interview betwixt Judith Black and
my father, and having placed in her
greedy hand the money which he had
promised her. and given her the as
surance Of his future protection, he
departed with me from Harmony AL
ley.
went forth from the evil place like
a person in a dream. The whole world
had suddenly changed for me-the
baronet's manner had changed. He
drew my hand through his arm with
a deferential air. All, was no longer
his inferior, but his kinswoman-his
equal!
How strange 1t all seems-I can
not comprehend it," sighed, when
we had taken our places again in the
Blackport train, "and I do not know
whether am glad or sorry. You saw
how Nan filled her position at Grey
lock Woods. Could any born Grey
lock have done better? Was she not
as grand as the grandest, as fair as
the fairest? How can take her place
l feel like usurper. Look at me, and
think of the difference between the
spurious Ethel and the true one"
Il look at you,' he answered, quiet
ly, "and / see a person who has, on
more than one occasion, proved her
self noble, heroic, worthy Of all conf
dence-a person full of great possibil-
tiles. Justice must be done, and your
wrongs made right immediately-no
one would wish this with more fervor
than Nan herself. Consider me en-
tirely at your service, cousin-it will
be both my duty and my pleasure to
help you establish your just and law
full claims"
II have found a name and kindred"
half sobbed, but no Nan! Where
Is she tonight? Friendless, fugitive.
heart -broken-in what place has she
taken refuge? It drives me wild to
think of her"
Did my words move him? His
grave, brown face was turned from
me-he answered nothing. All, he
pitied Mamie wanted to find her-to
bring her back to the villa, but did he
love her still? Could the daughter Of
Judith Black and the clog dancer Of
a variety theatre keep for one hour
that place in his heart which the high
bred heiress of Greylock Woods had
won? Alas, could not tell.
We found the carriage waiting at
the station when we arrived at Black
port. Strange were the feelings that
me as we drove up the ave-
nue. Of the villa. was not the same
person who had left the place few
hours before. No! Polly the name
less, Mercy Poole's servant, the girl to
whom DR.. Vandine, in his kindly COM
passion, had meant to give chance In
the world, was no more. 1 must now
think Of myself as Robert Greylock's
daughter, and the grandchild Of that
proud old man who lay in awful SOL
emn state in the great house among
the knolls and evergreens.
Sir Gervase conducted me into the
hall. AS we were passing the door of
the library I paused involuntarily. He
gave me look, slight bow, and went
on, leaving me with my hand on the
knob, and my face bowed against the