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

capable of taking good care Of him
| SELF"
AS they all arose from table, God
frey Greylock pressed near to his
granddaughter.
Have you anything to say to me.
my dear?" he asked, in a low, anxious
| voice.
She turned a shade paler but shook
her head.
Nothing, grandpapa."
His wrath kindled against her with
new force. She did not mean to con-
fde in him. then.
Ethel dined that day at Rose Cot
! tage. There, a new trial awaited her.
Mrs. Iris, who kept a close watch on
the villa, already knew of the baro-
nets departure. She flew at Ethel as
soon as the latter was seated in the
pink boudoir.
"Oh, you foolish child" she cried
out, almost fiercely. I know what you
have done-you need not tell me. The
day will come, and soon, when you
will rue your folly! How could you
refuse that man for-for-any reason
whatever? Is not your grandfather,
furious?"
II fear he Is, mamma" answered
Ethel, YEARLY; but as yet he has said
nothing Do not talk of the matter,
please-I am i'll today, and out Of
spirits"
Mrs. Iris's delicate face looked
pinched and old with anxiety. She
felt, just then, as if the sword of DAM
ocles was suspended above her head.
She had compromised with the man
at Cats Tavern, but what was to be
done if Godfrey Greylock should cast
out his granddaughter, as he was like
ly to do, in case he discovered her in
trigue with Regnault? The detested
mother. would surely share the fate Of
the child. Whichever way she look
ed, dangers threatend.
Ethel Ethel! had you married
the baronet, all would have been well.
Sheltered in his love, and wearing his
name, you could have defied our en-
emies. And + would have gone to
England with you, beyond the reach
of-of everything. But now you and
must stand alone, and meet whatever
Fate sends. Whom the gods design
to kill they first make madn l am sure
you were mad when you rejected Sir
Gervase Greylock."
Hannah Johnson passing through
the room at that moment, cast a ma
lignant glance It the heiress of the
Woods, but the latter, for once, did
not see the obnoxious waiting woman.
Mamma" she said, gravely, Il do
not understand you. What enemies
have you and I? Whom need we fear?"
Mrs. Iris colored.
Everybody has enemies" she an
swered, irritably. 1T will be your
fault-yours only, Fairy, if we are cast
out of Greylock Woods. l have play
ed my cards shrewdly-acted my part
well, but l fear-I greatly fear, you
will yet involve us in common ruin!"
Mamma, you are very severe. 1t
was impossible for me to marry Sir
Gervase Greylock."
Blind, foolish girl"
Yes, mamma, 1 am that, and more"
answered Ethel, sadly, but I think
you exaggerate the trouble 1 have
brought upon you by disappointing
grandpapa. He loves me-he is not
the vindictive being that you suppose
he will not visit my sins upon your
head"
That remains to be seen," snapped
Mrs. Iris. MY dear Fairy, you have
had your way, but you will yet find
that it costs one great deal some
times to have ones own way, especial
ly in a love affair"
She was sulky and petulant during
dinner, and Ethel left Rose Cottage
early-glad to escape from this moth
err whom she had neither loved nor
trusted-this mother, to whom she had
never confided a secret in her life.
Twilight had begun to gather by the
time she reached the villa. Fortu-
nately Godfrey Greylock was dining
out. Ethel went straight to her own
chamber 1t now lacked but a few
minutes of s o'clock
She opened her wardrobe and
brought forth a cloak, hat and veil, Of
plain gray. These she put on. She
took nothing of any kind. Once she
seized a pencil and paper as if to
then put them down again. Plainly
she had no word to leave behind her
for those who had hitherto been her
nearest and dearest.
An ormolu clock on the mantel
struck the hour Was it the joy, the
eagerness of love which turned her
face as white as death-which made
her tremble from head to foot? Reg
nault had called her and she must go
to fulfill her VOW made under the
dripping trees of the schoolyard, in
the anguish of parting. weeks before.
But the spirit that waited to guide
her steps was not joy.
Outside in the corridor she heard
Miss Pam giving orders to Hopkins.
She stood and listened till the voices
died away; then she flew swiftly and
noiselessly down the stairs, and out of
the house.
CHAPTER XIV.
At the Cairn.