Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-15

something to say to you, sir" she cast
wild look around the big, sumptuous
room. $50 you're taking your ease
while he lies in his coffin out under the
snow. You needn't frown at me, sir;
for one, do not fear you. Let me tel
you a secret. l loved your son-lovet
him with my whole heart, which is fal
more than you can say-you, his own
father!"
Amusement for a moment held the
master of the Woods dumb; then he
gave this intruder a look which might
have sent timid woman flying back
through the window, but Mercy Poole
was not timid.
"Ah!" he said, II recognize you now
You are the young woman from the
Blackport inn. You make an extraor-
binary statement. Did my son." with
sneer, "reciprocate your affections"
Her face grew thin and fierce. She
clinched her hands in the folds of heI
shawl.
THAT doesn't matter to you, or tc
any other now," she answered. Let
by-gones be by-ones. He's dead, and
death wipes out everything. You didn't
like the daughter in-law he gave you
Would l have suited you any better?'
The terrible earnestness of her man.
ner constrained him to answer, in spite
of himself:
source my son inherited his low tastes
in regard to love affairs, cannot tell
Her head was several inches higher
than his own, and from her superior
height she looked down upon him with
a wicked blaze in her black eyes
"She here" she said, sternly, 1--WE
won't talk on that subject, for do not
want to shock you. The question
came here to ask is this-Godfrey
Greylock, do you believe your son died
by his own hand?"
Most certainly"
Blind bat! l thought you had more
discernment than the others, but plain
ly you have. not. Robert was killed
murdered-shot down like a dog!
How very nice DR.. Jarvis and the rest
of the Blackport idiots thought them
selves at the inquest! What did tina,
pistol thrown down beside him prove?
Nothing. His pockets had not been RI
fed What did that prove? Nothing
Do men never kill save to rob also?
He was not the person to take his own
life in a fit of despondency-his ma
ture was too elastic, too light and
shallow and tickle for that. Neither his
wife's unfaithfulness-I have heard the
story, you see-nor his fathers mulisf
wrath, would have driven Robert Grey
lock to self destruction. He was MUIR
dered, 1 tell you!"
A chill crept over her listener. This
dark, bold creature had a singularly
impressive manner.
"Murdered?" he could only echo
blankly.
Yes" she almost shouted. Did thai
idea never enter your head before:
How dull you are! Now, let me en-
tighten you still further. You are his
murderer
He recoiled as If she had struck him
blow.
"Madwoman! What do you mean?
Mercy Poole looked around the room
This is a good place." she cried
wildly. WAS it the same on the night
of his death-all warmth and light and
perfume? Why didn't you keep hin
here? Wasn't it you who drove him
out to the doom that waited for him ir
the old salt pits? His fathers ROOF
should have sheltered him that night
no assassin would have entered here
You thrust him forth to meet his fate;
YOU. who might have saved him with
single kind word. And dare you say
that you are not his murderer"
He cringed.
This is too muchI Your attachment
for my son, / fear, has turned your
head"
Then you will not believe me?" she
cried.
my son died by his own hand" he
answered, coldly; "the fact has beer
proved to my entire satisfaction, anc
something more than the rawlings OF
young person who enters my house ir
the manner and with the air of one de-
mented would be required to shake my
conviction"
She eyed him critically from head te
foot.
Selfish and cold and cruel" she said
slowly, with no more blood in youl
veins than a fish; with no heart II
your bosom Yes, he would be alive
and we'll this night but for you. Yot
are his slayer in good truth, and hi:
blood, Godfrey Greylock, Is crying IRON
the ground against you this very
hour"
1t was more than he could bear. H'
rang a bell furiously. A man ser
want opened the library door.
Harris" said Godfrey Greylock
"show this mad creature out
With a scornful smile Mercy Poole
moved after the man, but from th'
Threshold of the room she looked back
and, like a Cassandra, said:
I've told you the truth; you won
forget it! You're his murderer, and IL
spite of your wealth and your position
and all the good things you call you
own, you've seen the last on this earti
of peace and happiness" Then strik
ing her breast tragically, she added
And 1--we parted with the sam'
friends, too! And so goodnight, ant
pleasant dreams to you, Godfrey Grey
lock-"
ITO be Continued)
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