Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-29
CHAPTER X.
A Bold Woman.

Greyl0ck WOOQS. II Was Juhe' oiu 'iiS
world-even the rugged and chilly New
England world-had burst into its full
glory of leaf and blossom. The ever
greens had put out gummy, odorous
buds; the oaks on the knolls and in
the hollows slowly unfolded their mil
lion leaves; the chestnuts that lined
the drives and stood in clumps about
the lawns, lifted full, green clouds to
the cloudless sky.
The dust brown French villa seemed
set In a wilderness of living emerald.
Ardently the sunshine fell on Its
square tower and odd angles, its dark,
imposing facade and plate-glass Win
dows; softly the sweet June wind
sighed across it's green terraces and
superb gardens.
Luncheon was over, and Godfrey
Greylock arose from his easy CHAIR
and, followed by two or three dogs
walked to the nearest window and
looked out.
Six years had passed since the mys-
terious death of Robert Greylock. He
had aged a great deal in this period.
The lines on his high-bred face were
deeper; his hair had whitened about
the temples: his stony eyes looked out
with more than their old-time bitter
ness upon the world.
Pamela" he said to his sister,
why do you not ask me something
about my visit to our English relatives
in SUSSEX"
Miss Greylock was replacing some
Marechal Mel roses which had fallen
from a Japanese jar upon the table.
She was dressed from head to foot
in the blacklist of Grape and bomba-
zine-ever since her nephew's tragic
death this frail woman had worn the
deepest Of mourning.
Il have had no time, Godfrey she
answered; you came only last night
He let his eyes wander out to the
great sweep of velvet lawn-to the high
knolls, crowned with oaks and ever
greens-to the hollows full of rustling
chestnuts, where the rakish blackbirds
were singing, and where red-brown'
furry rabbits scampered from burrow
TO burrow. The fountains flashed like
rsinbows in the sun, mammoth pots OF
pain and aloes and hibiscus bordered
the tong driveway. A peacock strutted
along the terrace, a cloud of purple
pigeons hovered in the air overhead.
ct saw nothing in England lovelier
than this" ne cried out, involuntarily
Miss Pamela trailed her sombre
robes to the window, and paused there,
also, looking out with him.
II am glad to hear you say that
Godfrey" she answered. Il feared
your home might become hateful to
you, haunted as it now is by memories
of-of-Robert's death"
He frowned and pretended not to
hear.
But over there, you know" he went
ON, hastily, they have charm which
we Americans, with all our money
cannot bny-I mean age and associa-
tion. The family seat Of Greylock
Park in Sussex is a grand old Eng
iish manor, and Sir Gervase, the pres
ent head of the house, impresses me
as a fine, manly, handsome fellow
worthy of the name he bears. l never
met a more interesting lad. He is now
at school at Eton. He excels at his
studies, and in all the accomplishments
which one naturally desires to see in
hoy of his class There's a future be-
fore him, you may be sure. In Snort
added the master of the Woods, rails
ing his voice, as if his sister had sud
denly grown deaf, Il made my will
years ago, Pamela, and this visit tc
England confirms me in the beliei
that I did a wise thing when, in that
document, l named Sir Gervase Grey
lock my heir
She stood like a post and stared al
him.
THE last baronet was spendthrift
and wasted much of his substance In
riotous living" went on Godfrey Grey
lock, so the possessions Of an Amer
ican cousin will not come amiss to Sll
Gervase. Of course, there are few
legacies to the servants and an an
nuity for you; but the bulk goes tc
him"
Godfrey! you cannot mean it," She
burst ont. 1T is too cruel! You can
not have the heart to do such wicked
wrong!"
He turned upon her sharply.
Explain your extraordinary Ian
guage, PAMELA"
Her blood was up; for once she was
not afraid of him.
You have an heir nearer than Sill
Gervase Have you forgotten your
own grandchild-your sons daughter
poor Roberts little girl? How unjust
you are! She is your nearest, and she
ought to be your dearest. Think twice
before you rob her of her rightful in
heTftance for the sake of a stranger
and an alien, who never stood on Yam
kee soiI---and never will, l hope and
trust!
His gray, bitter face changed slight
~.
THE young party that you call my
granddaughter" he sneered, us
shadow and a name to me, Pamela.
have never seen her-I never wish tc
see her. She may be alive, she may
be dead. which is far more probable;
but. i'm either case, the offspring o.
Mademoiselle Sylphide, the ballet
dancer. is not of the smallest conse'
tquence to me-"
Il can believe that" answered Miss
Pam, since YOU have made no ettor
10 discover the fate of the little thing
in all the six years that have passed
since her fathers death. You ought
to have found her long ago, Godfrey
and brought her here. for Roberts
sake"
1t was the first time in her life thai
she had ever assumed that tone to hel
autocrat brother. He glared at her il
angry amaze