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

scrupulous in the world. There wa!
the pretty, smiling bridesmaids, II
cream color; and chiefest of all-tht
crowning splendor of all, there wa:
Ethel Greylock, in a magnificent bri-
dal robe of duchesse satin, overlai6
with mist of Venise point, diamond
stars fastening the cobweb veil to hel
hair, orange blossoms dropping on hel
corsage-Ethel Greylock, almost un.
earthly in her glory of yellow tresses
and dazzling snow-tints-the sister
who had, as a little child, lived, loved
and suffered with Polly in Harmony
Alley, and for whose loss the elder
girl had mourned long, weary years
Alas! Polly knew only too we'll that
the paths which had run parallel
in the old tenement house would new
er cross again, when this day was
past. She was looking for the last
time upon her darling. Nan would &c
her own way to new splendor, new
happiness across the sea; and she
Polly, we'll she would faithfully keep
her sisters secret, and she would ac-
cept Vandine's bounty, and go tc
school, and do her best to worthily fill
some humble niche in life.
They were at the altar now-they
had taken their places before the
white-robed rector. Godfrey Grey
lock was to give the bride away
Through the chancel window the
morning sunshine poured in upon the
company, like a heavenly blessing
Then the deep voice of the clergyman
began:
I'VE are gathered together here in
the sight of God, and in the face OF
this company. to join together this
mony If any man can
show just cause why they may not
lawfully be joined together, let him
now speak, or else hereafter forever
hold his peace"
Hannah Johnson started up from the
side of Polly, and flew down the aisle
In her face the sinister hatred OF
years was mingled with a sort of dark
triumph. Verify her hour had come
at last.
Stop" she cried, in a loud voice;
stop! forbid the bans!"
If a thunderbolt had fallen in the
church, the amazement could scarcely
have been greater. Iris Greylock alone
uttered a wild scream.
Don't speak," she implored, throw
ing out her hands, as If to hold back
the -woman's words. For
Gods sake, don't speak, Hannah"
I've minded your voice for the last
time, ma'am," answered Hannah john
son, insolently. Il will speak, and all
these fine folks shall hear me! The
truth ought to have been told long
ago. This man and woman shall not
be Joined in matrimony, at least till
Sir Gervase Greylock knows who 1t is
1 can swear 1t before God!-hasn't q
shadow Of right to the name she
bears. Robert Greylock's daughter
died when a baby, and this creature
was taken from vile city slum-from
the very gutter-and palmed off or
Godfrey Greylock as his grandchild
1 know Of what l speak. for 1 was the
person who bought her from the
drunken hag who owned her-a mat
ter of twelve years. or 30 ago."
She had been planning this revenge
for weeks. She rolled the fatal words
upon her tongue, as if their taste was
sweet, and dropped them, like bombs
into the midst of the flowers, the sun.
shine, the rich fabrics, the joyful com.
pany. Every living creature in the
church, even to the rector, stood as i
petrified.
Polly, indeed, started up in her seat
but paused again, irresolute, hel
scared face gray with CONSERVATION.
IF you'd but listened to me tha
night on the terrace, sir" went or
Hannah Johnson, turning to the bride
groom, you might have known these
facts before. It's your own fault thai
| two or three women have made yor
their easy prey To secure the Grey
lock money, Roberts widow was
forced to find a child to take the place
of her own dead one. 1t was about
the time she wrote you the letters
maam." looking now to Miss Pa.
mela. who might have posed for 6
statue of horror. I'VE were next door
to utter want. We found this little
girl begging on the street. She hat
fair hair and blue eyes, like Rober
Greylock himself, and prettines'
enough to meet any number of hare
old grandfathers. l tracked her to 6
den. where she lived with a sister
and an old beldam, who owned the
two children. l gave the crone hun.
dred dollars of your money" with {
nod to Miss Pam, "and took the child
away.
AT first she made no end of trou
ble crying day and night for her sis
ter. We beat her, and stupefied he
with drugs. Then she fell sick anC
we thought she'd die on our hands
but she was too tough for that, ant
luckily for us, as she got well sh'
seemed to forget her old life. To b.
sure, now and then she'd fall into ;
tantrum about her sister Polly but
soon whipped the last of that safel!
out Of her.
We found her very quick AM
bright. She easily learned the par
she had to play, and then Mrs. Irisl
took her to the Woods and presented
her to Godfrey Greylock as his heires
the child of his dead sonia, ha!
Godfrey Greylock staggered, ant
clutched the chancel-rail. No eye
had ever seen upon his face such ;
look as blanched, and convulsed /
now.
It's a liel" he shouted, hOarsely
THE woman is mad!"
ASK your daughter-in-law if it's
lie" sneered Hannah Johnson, point
ing to Mrs. Iris, who was covering il
HELPLESS terror, her face hidden in he