Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-03

place indeed for a tryst.
1.-The old t-pits-tonight-at g."
she murmured aloud, quite regardless
of Polly-perhaps she deemed caution
unnecessary in the presence of this
Misunderstanding servant. "Oh, heav-
en-, help me-"
The cry went to Polly's heart. But
she dared not move or speak. She
could only remain motionless, almost
breathless, and gaze anxiously at Miss
lGreylock. The latter came to herself
at last, saw the messenger waiting
thus before her. and remembered.
AN answer" she faltered; yes
you must take back an answer"
And like a person in a dream, she
went over to an inlaid desk in the
corner, and hastily wrote four words:
Il will be there"
Give it to the gentleman at the
inn," she said, as she put the paper
in Polly's hand, and then drawing out
her purse, she took from it a bank
note. And keep this for your trou-
| ble," she added kindly.
Miss Greylock was always kind to
her interiors She would have forced
the money on Polly, but the sewing
girl drew quickly back.
Across her memory flashed the pic
ture of two children begging along
wet, dismal streets, climbing weary
stairs-the smaller always protected
and upheld by the larger-receiving
curses and kicks as the reward Of the
days toll, and going to sleep at last
in each others arms on a bare garrett
floor, under a dirty skylight.
mo, Miss Greylock, if you please,
no." cried Polly, incoherently: Il can't
take your money-it would burn my
hands-it would break my heart!-
don't ask me! I'm sorry you're in bad
spirits-Tm sorry for the trouble in
your face. Do you think I could be
of any service to you-the least little
bit in the world, you know?"
The earnest, anxious tone touched
Ethel-surprised her, too. She shook
her gOlden neaQ.
you are very kind, but l am beyond
help" The words seemed to slip out
unawares. Where have l seen you
before? Your face is strangely famil-
lar"
"I live at Cats Tavern" answered
Polly.
Miss Greylock passed her hand
across her eyes in a bewildered way,
then smiled family.
"Ah, yes, I remember now. You
were sewing in the midst of the cats
one morning when I rode up to the
inn window. What is your name?"
Polly"
Can 1 trust you? 1t is imperative
that no one should know Of your er-
rand here. 1 should be in great peril
if it were discovered. Can you keep
a secret?"
A strange, sad smile fitted over
Polly's well-cut lips.
Yes, Miss Greylock, 1 can keep a
secret. Not for my right hand would
1 tell anybody of my visit to you this
morning."
Many thanks. Your face assures
me that you are reliable. Some time,
perhaps, we may meet again, Polly.
Now, good-by."
| She was dismissed from the pres
ence of the gracious, high-bred heir
ess. With the message to Regnault
clutched in her hand, Polly flew out
of the house and down the avenue,
and home to Cats Tavern.
Thank God! she's forgotten it ALL"
she sighed to herself as she went;
something in my face seemed to stir
faint cloud within her, but she re-
members nothing! And she shall new
er know! l would tear my tongue
from my head sooner than tell her!"
She reached the inn, gave Miss
Greylock's note to Regnault, who was
waiting impatiently to receive it, and
then went about her daily tasks, ST.
lent, undemonstrative, but with pur-
pose as fixed as Fate in her heart.
Meanwhile up at Greylock Woods,
the carriage which had conveyed the
baronet to the Blackport station re-
turned empty. Ethel saw it come
back, as she had seen it depart; then
she fastened a great cluster of carna-
tions in her corsage, and with fore
ed smile on her lips, went down to
lunch with her grandfather, Aunt Pam
and DR.. Vandine, who had been in
vited to join the family that day.
| Godfrey Greylock looked sternly at
his granddaughter. She was nervous
and pale, and there were hollows un-
der her lovely eyes. In spite of his
wrath and disappointment, he felt his
heart soften toward her. Surely she
would come and explain the whole
matter to him as soon as an opportu-
nifty offered. She could nOt-she would
not seek to hide anything from the
grandfather who adOred her. But he
was mistaken.
| Luncheon seemed rather dull. Van
dine and Miss Pam sustained the con-
versation. In the presence of the wo-
L
man whom he hopelessly loved, the
doctor was constrained and i'll at ease
His rugged face looked worn and de-
jected. Plainly his unlucky passion
for the heress of the Woods had caus-
ed him some genuine suffering, and
alas! It was not conquered yet. The
dazzling face on the other side of the
table, with the soft, gracious eyes and
warm mist of hair. still turned his
head giddy, and made his heart beat
like a trip-hammer. Nevertheless, he
struggled bravely with his salad and
cold chicken, and did his best to fight
that sour fiend, Silence, from the ta-
BILE. Godfrey Greylock and Ethel
gave him little assistance, but Miss
Pam openly attacked the very subject
everybody was secretly thinking.
Il am sure. l cannot understand
why Sir Gervase should rush away in
such reckless haste from civilization
to hunt buffalo and wild Indians" she
said.