Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-29
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did you-deny 1t as you will. Yol
might have put your hand on his muir.
derer, and not have gone far out o.
your way" Her gypsy face grew
fierce and threatening. Here we two
stand face to face. I am the woman
who loved him-you are she whom hi
loved. The black secret of his death
lies between u.s."
What do you mean?' gasped Mrs
Iris; positively you are as mad az
Ophelia herself"
Il mean this" answered Mercy
Poole, with a terrible look at the airy
girlish figure in widows weeds
when your husband was being killed
in the dark and cold, among the ole
salt-pits, where were you? You false
unworthy wife, did you meet his ghost
anywhere on the road, as you were
flying with your favored lover?"
She hurled the words at her rival
like hot shot. Iris Greylock covered
back in her chair.
You dreadful creature How dare
you say such things before my child
It Is plain that Godfrey Greylock sent
me here to be humiliated and insulted
The people Of Blackport seem to have
| torn my character In shreds. Han.
nah, turn this she-dragon out. and dc
not let her come near me again so long
as remain in the house"
Mercy Poole shrugged her shoulders
II will go without troubling your
servant" she answered dryly. Il have
no wish to see you again, Mrs. Grey
lock; but 1 charge you not to forget
what I have said to you today; re-
member, too, that sooner or later the
old salt-pits will give up their secret
and Robert Greylock's death will be
avenged"
With that she went, and closed the
door quietly after her.
Goodness mel" gasped Hannah
Johnson; "she sets the chills creeping
down ones back, ma'am."
Mrs. Iris looked as II ready to faint
"Give no thought to her rawlings
Hannah!. Where is my vinaigrette?
Poor Rob! How could he have fan
cied such a strange creature? He was
tickle fellow, but all the same he
adored me. l wonder II we are likely
to get a decent dinner from such a
cook"
Soon after the meal was brought UP
by tidy housemaid, and admirable II
proved to be. A glass Of good wine
revived Mrs. Iris, and the superior
flavor of the various dishes restored
her vexed soul to something like Sc
renity. Hannah Johnson took charge
of Fairy, and ministered to her wants
with liberal hand. Over the pudding
there was a struggle betwixt the two
and Fairy screamed and kicked and
pounded her attendant with dimpled
fists, and was finally carried from the
board.
What a temper she has!" cried
Mrs. Iris, as she watched the child
with curious attentianj what a willl
It will be no easy matter to cavern her
by-and-by: Take her away, Hannah
down to the beach. anywhere-l
want ta be alone. But mind. and lei
no harm come to her complexion
Beauty Is power. Tan and freckles
might ruin all my hopes just now"
It's my belief Miss Fairy couldn't
tan or freokle II she tried, ma'am," an
swered Hannah Johnson. Trust me
I'll look out for her." And she tied
on the chlld's hat and led her away.
The housemaid came to remove the
remnants Of the dinner, and then Iris
Greylock was left to herself. On the
wall of the room hung an old glass In
tarnished gilt frame. She CHANGED
to catch a glimpse Of her own refiec-
ton in 1t and shuddered.
How haggard and old 1 begin to
look!" she muttered. After five-and-
twenty life Is not worth living. No
woman can keep her looks without
good food, good clothes, ease and peace
of mind. We NOPE, we fret, we pinch
ourselves a little, and, 10! our beauty
is no more! Poverty Is the frost that
nips it early Oh, great Heaven! will
that dreadful old man at Greylock
Woods help me or not? Will he soften
to the child? 1 fear l am losing cour-
age. I must win this game or die!"
Solitary meditation was no pleasant
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abounded in disagreeable ghosts. She
was not the person to enjoy tete-a-
tete with her own memory. She sprang
to her feet and began to pace fever
ishly about the floor, but her infirm-
ity brought her to a speedy halt
Sharp pains darted through her iR-
jured limbs. Without Hannahs as
sistance she was as nothing. She sank
into the nearest chair and burst into
tears.
"Oh, my pretty, twinkling feet, that
world of admirers used to worship!
she sobbed. "Oh, my days Of ease, my
nights of triumph! Two years ago
was rich, gifted, beautiful, courted
happy. Now, what am 1? A misera-
BILE cripple, penniless and friendless
humbling myself to sue for the help OF
naughty old man who hates and de-
spises me. Good people, no doubt,
would call my Affections righteous
retribution. l think them cruel, unjust
-terrible!"
An hour after, Hannah Johnson re-
turned with her charge from the beach.
II caught that soldier woman peer
ing after the child through the bar
room window" she said to Mrs. Iris,
land every gawk in the town turned
to look twice at her pretty face"
ITO Be Continued)
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