Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-14
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1 hope to wiring anything from you
Unfortunately for me, my own daugh'
tier had died years before"
YES, she left it to die when she rar
away with her lover, Arthur Kenyon
explained Hannah Johnson, spitefully
"As soon as the pair heard Of Robert
Greylock's suicide, they married.
took service with Mrs. Kenyon soon
after. A cat-and- dogs life she lived
with her second husband. Together
they squandered all his fortune and
her own earnings besides. Then they
were divorced in some western city,
where my lady was then dancing, and
the man went his way and the woman
went hers"
"Traitress!" shrieked Mrs. Iris.
Now you have told everything. There
is nothing more to be hidden from
any one!"
Godfrey Greylock stood for an in
slant, as If struggling to gather the
resources of his strong nature to meet
this blow-this utter destruction Of all
his household gods; then they saw
him sway slightly, and throw out a
helpless hand-one fearful shrek es-
capped the bride-the first sound that
her lips had uttered, and then-then
the old master Of the Woods fell, with
out a word or sign, face downward to
the floor Of the chancel!
Sir Gervase dropped the hand Of
his bride, and. with the rector, sprang
to lift the fallen man. Never again
would the proud eyes flash in anger,
never gain would the stern lips open
in wrath. Across his ghastly face and
iron gray hair the light from the
stained glass window slanted mock
ingly. No voice was needed to pro-
claim the terrible truth. 1t could be
seen at a glance. Apoplexy, that foe
which leaps like lightning on its vic
tins, had done its swift and fatal
work. All was over. Godfrey Grey
lock lay in the arms that supported
him, motionless, voiceless, stone dead,
Wild confusion followed. From a
place Of flowers and sunshine and
bridal rejoicing, the church was now
turned into the solemn temple of
death.
Iris Greylock went off into violent
Mysteries, and screamed and clung to
Sir Gervase, crying:
"Oh, surely you will befriend me
you will see that am not driven into
the street to starve!"
Miss PANS cries rose to the very
roof. Involuntarily the white, strick-
en- bride started toward her with
arms outstretched; but Miss Pam, half
beside herself, waved her back with a
sudden gesture of aversion.
mo, no." she shuddered, don't
come near me-don't touch me. Yon
have killed him. You have killed
himi"
Ethel Greylock staggered, as If from
blow. She stared piteously at Aunt
Pam for an instant-Aunt Pam. whose
idol she had been for years and years
then, swift as thought she turned
from the altar where no marriage
vows of hers would be heard this day
turned from the dead and the living
alike, and with her face frozen in a
sort of white horror, and eyes set like
sleep walkers, she flashed straight
through the crowd, and down the aisle
to the church door. Before she reach
ed it, however, Polly had darted out
of her pew, and thrust forth two in
tercepting arms.
| "Oh, I never meant to speak" she
sobbed, II never meant to claim you,
darling, do you know me-your sis
ter?"
| In the supreme agony Of the mo-
ment Ethel Greylock did not see the ex-
tended arms she did not even recog-
nize the girl who had once saved her
life, and the name of her childhood
was now strange in her ears. Past
Polly's tears, and wistrul, loving face,
she looked straight into blank, cold
space.
| NO. l do not know. you," she an
swered hoarsely, land l have no sis
| ter"
And she pushed Polly aside and
darted-a startling vision, indeed-out
of the church door, into the open day
into view of all the curious gaping
people gathered about the entrance.
Nearest to the gate waited a car
riage from the Woods, with servant
of the Greylock household on the driv-
er's seat. Ethel, alone, unattended, In
her bridal white, made a quick sign
to the man. He leaped promptly
down and opened his vehicle.
Drive with all possible speed to the
villa" she ordered hoarsely, and sprang
in and drew the silken shade over the
carriage window. BY the time Polly
reached the gate the horses were fly
ing up the street.
Jostling and pushing her aside, the
guests now came pouring out OF the
church CONSERVATION was in every
face. No one seemed to think Of the
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been picked from the gutter by an un-
principled woman, and shamelessly
foisted upon the old, aristocratic
Greylocks as their rightful heiress
They tumbled into their carriages, ca
ger to escape from the place where
they had met death at the altar. in
stead of bridal joy; eager, also, to car
ry the fearful news to those who, as
yet, knew it not.
Polly made her way out of the rush
as best as she could. She had heard
Ethers order to the coachman, and
she started at a rapid pace for the
villa
Nan was hers now-hers again, In
spite of the gulf of years, and the
widely different experiences which di-
vided them,-all her fine friends had
turned away from her. even the baro-
net had made no attempt to detair
her, as she escaped from the church