Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-27
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1t was an imposing place, with a
quite took my breath: but it shelter
ed, as l we'll knew, a stupendous
fraud, a wicked secret. did not stop
until came in view of the house. On
a terrace near 1t, In the gathering twi-
light, an old man of aristocratic ap-
pearance was sauntering back and
forth, with lordly step and the air
Of one who walks on his own ground
The sight brought me to a stand
still. / watched him for a few mo-
ments, and then began to tremble.
What was ! seeking In this place?
Who would believe my story II
should give voice to It? A dog some-
where at hand began to bark. Seized
with a sudden terror, turned to fly,
and the first plunge that I made into
the shrubbery brought me face to face
with a fresh peril.
| From the house a great lawn sloped
down to meet the woods. 1 found my
self close on it's border, but sheltered
behind a belt of low evergreens.
Looking through their scaly brown
stems, saw, not many rods from me,
Ethel Greylock herself. leaning against
a statue of Flora, her hat, of white
ostrich tips, in her hand, her dinner
dress Of violet silk training on the
emerald turf, the last light of sunset
quivering in low, red, level beams on
her perfect face, and even more per-
feet figure. She was humming a
snatch of old song:
"'Oh. rank Is good, and gold is good,
And high and low make i'll;
But Love hath never known a law
| Beyond his own sweet will.
She broke off suddenly with laugh.
There goes old Chasseur into the
laurels with your hat, cousin" she
cried; 'he will consign 1t to immedl-
ate burial IL you do not interfere. That
beast is full Of nefarious tricks"
The person addressed-a brown,
good looking young fellow-was lying
on the grass, a few yards from the
white Flora, with a half dozen dogs
playing round him.
go, Chasseur, bring back my hat"
he said to a mischievous spaniel, and
| then, with eyes Of steady brightness,
he looked up at the girl leaning there
against the scarcely whittier statue.
Il like that song," he said softly:
Love had never known a law
Beyond his own sweet will
| There's a profound truth in those
lines. belle cousine."
Love is a law unto ITSELF" she an
swered, defiantly.
mot a wise one, as is proved by the
grief to which he frequently comes by
his own willfulness."
You speak as from the depths of
experience" she scoffed.
Experience? No." he answered.
"A month ago Love and 1 were strang-
passing acquaintance. I was begin
ming to think myself unlike my fellow
mortals. Today
Atfo on" she said mockingly, as he
paused; and, oh. how lovely she look
ed, with that level, red light on her
lily face and yellow hair, and sort Of
tantalizing splendor in her big eyes;
this grows interesting. What of to-
day, cousin?"
Il am sadder and wiser man."
She changed color.
"Pardon-we must go back to grand
pa" she said coldly; I'VE have left
him quite alone"
She glided away up the sloping
lawn toward the terrace, where had
seen the old man walking. Her COM
panion arose with a disappointed air,
called the dogs and followed her.
1 drew a deep breath. That was the
English lover-the young lord who
had crossed the ocean to WOO the heir
ess of Greylock Woods.
He is good and noble" l said to
myself, land he loves her! She has
everything here that heart can wish
for-wealth, name, happiness, love.
Oh, how strange it all seems!"
Could this fortunate, high toned
creature be my lost sis''"? Might not
some accidental resembla .ce have de-
ceived me? Could trust my instincts,
my memory? Where was the lame
lady? Where the pockmarked woman
who had bought Nan, and paid the
money to Granny Scrags years be-
fore?
nf the n
ing rushed upon me again with re-
newed power. was not deceived.
They might call her by whatever name
they pleased, they might surround her
with wealth and splendor, but, all the
same, the heiress of Greylock Woods
was Nan, my lost sister.
What did l mean to do about it?|
Heaven knows l had no definite pur-
pose in my mind, but I dared not re-
main in such close proximity to the
house; so I made my way quickly
through the evergreens, passed around
the lawn, and entered the first path to
which l came. This, l hoped, would
lead me safely to the entrance gate.
ulQ however. loiio"cu IL ioi
a while, like a child cropping in the
dark, and stumbled, at last, upon a
pretty, vine-covered cottage, stand
ing alone in an opening of the forest.
There was still light enough left in
the sky for me to plainly distinguish
all surrounding objects. l drew eau
tiously toward the house.
What a very charming place"
thought. Il wonder who lives here?'
Then l saw that a piazza ran along
the front of the cottage, and there,
among the flowers and creeping vines
hung a hammock and in the hammock
| lay a woman, swaying lazily back and
forth in the warm twilight, like a spi-
der in a web.
Her face was turned to one side-l
could not see it, but observed the del
icate shape of her head, and its crown
of curly dark hair. Billowy garments
of erou1a ond lace OVerf1OWed the