Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-14

luHS, IL Was pTepOSteTOuS lO lIndBu III
that the two could longer be as the,
had been, or that such a thing as mar
riage was now possible between them
He was English, he was a Greylock
he had all the prejudices peculiar t.
his own rank and condition. MOI Nal
had surely lost her titled lover for
ever.
"And yet so far az her future hap
piness was concerned" l sighed Il
myself, 1T was better that Hannah
Johnson should speak five minutes be-
fore, rather than five minutes after
the ceremony"
A. door opened behind my chair, and
looking up, I saw Hannah johnson
herself peering, like a ghoul, into tht
| room.
She had expected to find Hopkins
and, seeing me, a stranger, In the
housekeepers place, she drew back 9
step and her face changed.
Who are you?" she asked.
arose,
That's of no consequence; and
then, az my eyes flashed over the
travelling shawl on her arm, the trav-
Mrs. Iris Greylock has turned you out
at last? Having betrayed your mis-
tress, you are sent to shift for your
self? OF course you expected that"
She seemed confounded..
How do you know me?" she said
stepping boldly into the room. Let
me look at you! You are the girl who
sat in the same pew with me at the
church"
gazed straight into her wicked
eyes.
Think further back than that"
said; there were two children beg
ging together, Hannah Johnson, at the
door of that Boston shop-two children
living with Granny Scrag in Harmo-
ny Alley-sisters- very unlike
each other That black wretch, the
elder, had a more tenacious memory
than the younger. am she"
She stared.
"Eh? l remember the little bra
Polly, she called herself, and she was
keen one. Once, two or three years
after, Mrs. Greylock went up to town
with Fairy, and that same limb gave
chase to their carriage, and got run
over for her pains. We were hoping
she was killed. Well, miss, have you
claimed kinship with your sister yet?
and is Sir Gervase going to marry her
now and make her My Lady? This day
I've wiped out some old scores with
Miss Fairy! stand even with her at
last and with all the Greylock brood.
1t was pure rage that killed the Great
Mogul-who's to have his money now
l wonder
She stopped at the sound Of the
opening door. The next moment Sir
Gervase entered.
What brings you here, woman?" he
said to Hannah Johnson.
She started back a step, as she
might we'll do, for his look was for
midable.
'Ilcame I'm for a-few last words with
that creature Hopkins" she muttered
I'm going to leave Rose Cottage for
good, and wanted" with a grin, Ito
say good-by to some Of my friends
here. You owe me thanks, Sir Ger
vase, for saving you from such a
marriage as you were on the point OF
making today, but grand folks are an
ungrateful lot the world over"
"Go!" he said. briefly, pointing to
the door.
She turned to me with this parting
shot:
"Good-by, Polly. You can carry
your sister back now to her precious
grandmother. We made a lady of the
brat-she Jared as sumptuously as Di-
yes himself here at the Woods. Now
let her return to her native gutter
With all her fine airs and good looks
that's where she belongs. She's serv-
ed her purpose with the Greylocks-
take her now." with a malignant
laugh, ito that gin-soaked hag who
must need her, by this time, to COM
fort her last years"
Then she went, and l rah to Sir
Gervase Greylock.
What news?" I gasped.
I've heard of her at the Black
port station" he answered, gravely; "a
lady, yelled and muffied, purchased a
ticket there for Boston, and left by
the noon express. She spoke to nc
one-she was alone and without lug
gage-the station master thought her
stranger" Then he fixed his gray
ewes on me in a peculiarly searching
way. What did that woman mean by
calling you the sister Of Miss Grey
lock? Is it true? Do you indeed sus-
tain such a relation to herr"
I felt that the wisest thing l could
now do was to tell Mans story and
mine to this man. l wasted no WORDS
said as little as possible about my
self
He listened silently. Alas! If he mad
been secretly cherIshing any doubt
concerning the truth Of Hannah john
sons disclosures, this narrative oil
mine must have destroyed it then and
there. Presently, in a low voice, ne
said:
Then you are not certain tha'
Granny Scrag was your grandmoth
err"
No. She called us her grandchh-
dren-Nan and I've had no other
proof"
You even feared at times that Nan
was not your sister,"
Yes" 1 sighed. You have seen us
both-you who know what she is' can
not wonder at that"
He took a turn across the hoor'
The first thing to be done, Pony
is to find Granny Scrag-if that DEL
dam is still above ground. Strange
that you never thought of returning 'o
her, If only to discover her actuai re-
lations to you and Nam"
MY horror of gran and the aiieS
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