Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-29

Iyou are.
The dazzling little fairy stepped out
toward Godfrey Greylock, and made a
charming courtesy.
81 am your granddaughter Ethel"
she lisped in childish treble; poor
papa's little girl; and the lady is my
mamma"
It was we'll done. The child had
learned her lesson thoroughly. God
frey Greylock stood for moment like
stone; then he turned furiously on the
elder intruder.
What does this mean?" he demand
ed. who has dared teach your child
to address me like this?"
She faced him with perfect compo-
sure.
IT, her mother!" she answered, sadly
but firmly. 1.-THE widow Of your
son, Robert Greylock!"
She had come
ITO beard the lion in his den.
| The Douglas in his hail."
1t was the ballet dancer-the woman
who had destroyed his son! He recoil-
ed a step, and in actual horror look
ed down upon her and the gold-haired
child who had retired to the shelter
of her mothers skirts. Did he see in
the big violet eyes, and waxy, babyish
features, anything to remind him Of
the dead and gone Robert?
And you have the audacity to enter
my gates?" he burst out; ito intrude
upon my privacy-to stand up, and
look me in the face-me-Robert
Greylock's father?" Then, with an an
cry gesture: BE off at once, woman!
both you and your child, or I will call
my servants to thrust you out!"
| She did not finch a hair-only
spread her arms, as a maternal hen
might her wings, over her pretty, flut-
tering chick, and continued to con-
front the wrathful man who was -four
ishing his stick as If he would like to
break it upon her body.
Il understand" she said, gently and
sorrowfully; you have heard all sorts
of false and wicked things concerning
me. My enemies have poisoned your
ears. You blame me for all poor Rob-
ert's misfortunes."
| Blame you!" sneered the master OF
the Woods you ruined my son, mad
am; you dishonored his name, and
then you drove him to self destruction.
For such trifes as these who would
think OF blaming you?"
She gave a piteous little cry.
How cruel you are! Yes, 1t is plain
that you believe all the slander which
has been uttered concerning me. You
have never given me the benefit Of
doubt. Now, listen, for l will defend
myself" - .---~---- ....-
She Strengthened her small, black
figure in the sunshine. There was both
courage and determination in her pale
face.
Your son married me for love, God
frey Greylock. was a poor ballet
girl, the daughter Of a penniless dane
ing master, and according to your
ideas far below him in the social scale.
I could not help his infatuation-I
could not help being pretty and at
tractive. Necessity kept me upon the
stage after our marriage. l danced to
maintain my husband. All, you vince,
but it is true. You had cut off his
supplies, and he failed to find steady
employment. He knew little about
work, for you had educated him for a
gentleman. He was jealous and ex-
acting; we quarreled often-I admit
it with tears-but all the while we
loved each other-believe me, my hus-
band was dearer to me than my own
life!"
IT can readily believe that" he an
swered, with a look of profound dis
gust, especially after the little affair
with the man Kenyon"
She colored in spite of herself, then
threw back her pretty head with an
air of injured innocence.
81 ask but one question:" she said,
boldly. Did Robert-did my dear hus-
band ever accuse me to you?"
NO"
Then why have you listened to
strangers, and condemned me without
positive evidence? Oh, sir, this is not
kind to the mother of Roberts daugh-
ter! Arthur Kenyon admired me.
admit, but simply In brotherly way.
He was an old friend-a pupil Of my
poor father. He had done us many
good turns in our poverty, for he was
rich. l did not elope with him--that
was an Infamous lie, invented by my
enemies, of whom, alas! I had many.
1 was angry with Robert; 1 took our
child and fled from the city, deter
mined that l would never see him
again. That Kenyon absented HIM
self at the same time was simply an
accident, and did not so much as
know of it till long after. This
swear to you, here on my knees" She
flung herself tragically at his feet. Il
have been injured, wronged; I have
been sinned against in many ways,
but never disgraced the name of
Greylock. l have been wretched, but
never wicked. Oh, sir, will you not
believe me?"
Madam, this is very like a scene
from a play" he answered, contempt
uously; you have rehearsed 1t with
care, l see. Well, go on, let us hear
the story out. Kenyon, then, was not
your lover? You fed from the city
alone on the night of my sons sui
cide?"
Yes" she assented, as calmly as
woman ever spake.
And in these intervening years you
have never encountered the fellow?'
"Once only, and that was when he
was dying of yellow fever in a hospi-
tai in New Orleans. | was dancing
at a theatre there, and he sent for me
TO come to him. l went, and received
his last farewell"
Godfrey Greylock dug his walking