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

Now, Wnat has DrouSnt you 10 Grey
lock Woods? You are seeking some
thing here-name It."
She pressed the gold haired child
closer to her side.
"a few weeks ago." she faltered, II
wrote to Miss Pamela Greylock"-
Yes, I have read your letters"
"Then you know the hopeless situa-
tion in which I find myself. Look at
me. I can never dance again; l can
never earn money again. Oh, my
beautiful, lost art!" The tears stream
ed down her face-she wrung her glov-
! ed hands. IF I but had that back
again l would ask help Of no one. Az
it is. aid must have or fling myself
and my child upon public charity.
am here to tell you this. Godfrey Grey
lock, and to say-look at your grand
child, Roberts little girl, what shall /
do with herr"
He made no reply, but began to draw
uncertain figures with his walking
stick upon the gravel.
I'VE are homeless, friendless, pen
niless," continued Iris Greylock. For
myself I ask nothing-I can go out
and die in the street; but my darling,
my poor, innocent little one, beg I
pray you, do not let her share my
fatei"
The child for whom this appeal was
made stood gazing around with won
dering blue eyes, at the thickets of
bloom on either side Of the avenue, at
the now docile dogs, stretched with
lolling tongues on the gravel, at the
m-pink blossoms falling from the
chestnut trees overhead, and, last Of
all, at the stern, gray man who held
her destiny in his hand, and was then
and there deciding its future shape
and soloring. He gave Iris Greylock a
look that made her quail.
II tell you again, madam, that I do
not believe in you! You are detestable
to me. If you stood here alone today,
l would not tolerate the sight Of you
for a moment-I would not listen to a
word from your lips. This child, also,
is hateful to my eyes, inasmuch as she
belongs to you, and Is the reminder OF
the mistake and disgrace Of my sons
life. Here and now, let me tell you,
madam, that INV will Is made, and
her name is not mentioned In 1t. She
will never receive one dollar Of my
possessions, consequently, If you have
any hopes tending in that direction,
dismiss them at once. My heir Is a
relative in England"
The pretty face in the close wild
ow's bonnet grew shade paler. How
hard he was Her beauty, which she
had often found all powerful where
men were concerned, would avail
nothing here. Robert Greylock's faith
er regarded her with no admiration,
no pity-only bitter suspicion.
You misjudge me cruelty" she an
swered. My hopes are not to make
Ethel an heiress, but to save her from
starvation"
81 must have time to think Of this
matter" he said, shortly. How far
have you travelled to seek this inter-
view with me?n .-.--s.. - 81 ..s
From Boston, by the morning ex-
press. hired a vehicle at the station
to bring me to your gates-it Is wait
ing there now."
The child had pressed nearer to
him, He averted his cold gaze from
her, but could he quite shut from his
inner vision the tiny flower-faoe, with
it's big violet eyes-Robert's eyes had
been violet-and glitter, of yellow hair?
"Yonder, in the town." he said. as
If anxious to end the interview, you
will find q public house, called Poole's
Inn. Go there, madam, you and your
child, and remain until this same hour
tomorrow; then return here, and I will
talk with you again."
He turned, and went Off up the
drive
"Good-by, grandpa" called the
child's voice after him, sweet as a
bird.
He did not turn or answer. A stern,
uncompromising figure, he hurried on,
with his dogs at his heels, and van
ished quickly among the trees.