Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-29
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though its father was my son! Ban!
Miss Pam began to tremble.
Godfrey, do you care to know the
whereabouts of Roberts little one?
Would it move you in the least to learn
that she was in actual want?"
He grew impatient.
Talk sense, Pamela. If she is liv-
ing, it is more than probable that her
mother has already placed her upon
the stage; without doubt she has by
sons widow any longer a ballet
dancer"
1.-The child is living-she is strong
and WELL" said Miss Pam, "but she is
not upon the stage; neither is your
sons widow any longer a ballet dan
GER"
He gave her a sharp look.
How do you know that?" he de-
manded.
She drew a package from her pock-
ct.
Some weeks ago." she answered,
calmly, Il was surprised by the re-
ceipt of these letters from Roberts
widow; read them; also the answers
that returned to her, copies Of which
preserved, that you might see for
yourself all that had passed between
us. Here you will find everything that
have learned about Roberts little
daughter"
nnlr
ters as she held them out tn him, tore
them open, and read them over with
lightning rapidity. Then he tossed
them contemptuously from him.
$50 Mademoiselle Sylphide's occu-
patton is gone" he said. How un-
fortunate for her! She does not tell
you whether or no she has her lover
left"
Godfrey, I despise that woman quite
as much as you do" replied Miss
Greylock, with spirit; but ever since
1 read her letters, Roberts child has
been in my mind by day and night.
Think of her suffering for the necessi-
ties of life!-it is too much"
His face grew thunderous.
You have, I regret to say, acted
like an idiot, Pamela. The danseuse
finds in you an easy dupe. She is a
brazen creature, but she understands
her own sex. You made a great mis-
take in permitting her to win the
smallest recognition from any one
bearing the name Of Greylock. AS for
the child, she is her mothers daugh-
ter, and that fact condemns her for
ever in my eyes. Sir Gervase," with
shrug of the shoulders, may stAl con-
slider himself my heir, for the off,
spring of the dancer can never inherit
a dollar of the Greylock fortune"
You believe in the old Levitical
law, Godfrey. 1t may be just, but 1t
is very cruel"
Pamela, you are no logician. You
have ruff1ed my temper, and / am go
ing out to seek composure in walk"
There were tears in her eyes as she
put the letters back into her pocket
Godfrey Greylock took up his hat and
cane, and, followed by his dogs, open
ed a glass door and stepped forth in
to the balm and sunshine of the June
day.
He crossed the lawn where foun-
tains were splashing, and odors from
blossoming rose -thickets filled the air,
and turned into the avenue which led
down through the woods to his own
gates.
He walked rapidly, like man in a
passion, Around him stretched acres
upon acres OF verdure and silence.
The chestnuts rustied in the wind, up
and down the oak-poles raced the
frisky squirrels. The laurel bushes
were just bursting into f1uted rose
pink beauty, verify that titled English
boy, now studying heameters at far
off Eton, was lucky fellow.
Sir Gervase shall be heir-Sir Ger
vase shall be heiri"- as he went on
the words kept ringing through God
frey Greylock's head, like the regular
strokes of a time-piece. He was In
tensely proud of his high-born Eng
lish relatives-proud of this same
bright, handsome Sir Gervase. He
meant that all the wealth and luxury
of the American branch of Greylocks
should go to the boy baronet. No child
of that shameless danseuse should ever
come betwixt the blue blooded English
lad and these fair Atlantic pos
sessions.
Suddenly he began to listen. His
dogs had gone on before him down the
avenue, and were barking furiously at
something they had discovered there.
He called to them, but the noise con-
tinued. Hurrying forward, Godfrey
GreyIock stumbled straightway upon
the cause of this canine uproar-two
intrusive strangers, whom the beast
had brought to a stand in the main
driveway, only q few rods from the
entrance gate,
One was a lady in widows weeds;
the other, a little girl whom she held
by the hand. The brutes were assail-
ing the pair with noisy hostility. The
lady seemed quite unmoved; but the
child had snatched off her pretty
French hat, and with it she was beat
ing the animals full in their yelping
mouths.
GO away, wicked dogs" she lisped'
as she stamped her tiny foot on the
gravel. Go away"
Bravo, Ethel" said the lady, In
low, amused voice; this is a good be-
ginning You will never be afraid TO
defend your own rights"
Godfrey Greylock hurried forward
with a displeased air. The sight OF
strangers in his grounds was an Of
fense to his eyes.
BE quiet" he cried. brandishing his
walking stick over the barking brutes;
then he bowed stiffly to the lady.
Il hope these beasts have not alarm
ed you, madam" he said. May l ask
your business here?"
She made limping step forward