Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-10-31
She colored angrily.

| % ldT aS KNOW, IL lS so, Sne an
swered.
Then leave me to my affairs, Syl-
phide, and I will leave you to yours
Forbear to meddle with me, and I will
forget that I ever knew you. In short,
II you can pardon such inelegance of
speech, hold your tongue; I will hold
mine"
She was without principle, or pity,
or love, and yet, the thought of aban-
doning Ethel to this man made her
shrink. BY a word she could put an
end to the secret love affair, which she
knew existed between the pair Would
and speak the word, and save the
young girl to whom she owed 80
much? There was brief struggle in
Iris Greylock's heart-the first that
she had experienced in years-then
self, as usual, triumphed. Sacrifice
her ease and twenty thousand per
year-go back to poverty, all for the
sake Of rescuing Ethel from the clutch
es Of bold, bad man? Never!
1T is bargain!" she said, and held
out her hand to Regnault.
He took 1t promptly.
Have you anything more sto say to
me. sylphide?"
NO"
Then leave this place as soon as
possible. You are known here and
you will be compromised by such a
visit to q stranger-a strolling sing
er, at that. If the matter comes to
Godfrey Greylock's ears, he will call
you to account"
She arose angrily.
DO you turn me out Of the house?
Once you would scarcely have done
that-once, If 1 remember rightly, you
pretended to love me, Arthur Ken
yon."
Yes he replied, dryly; "a weary
while ago."
You are utterly false and heartless!
The woman who listens to you had
better take her final leave of happi-
ness. 1t were better for her that a
milestone were hanged about her neck,
and she was drowned in the depths Of
the sea-
1T Is highly edifyins to hear Syl-
phide quote Scripture" he scoffed.
Then you are going?" as she moved
toward the door. Surely, with that
defective limb, you did not walk to
Cats Tavern this morning?"
my carriage waits at the corner Of
the street." she answered haughtily.
mo, do not offer your arm to mel
would not touch 1t If were perishing.
I have made a bad-a wicked bargain
with you, Arthur Kenyon! OF all my
sins, this Is the one, fear, which will
cry out loudest against me at the
judgment. FAREWELL"
FAREWELL" he replied, mockingly;
"if I leave you to your good fortune,
you must also leave me to mine-that
is but fair"
He opened the door for her to limp
through. A servant was sweeping the
passage.
Here, GIRL" said Mrs. Iris, from be-
meath the veil which she had closely
drawn, give me your arm to the cor
ner Of the street"
Polly dropped her broom and obey
ed AS they descended the two or
three rough stone steps at the door Of
the inn, Mrs. Iris cried out, sharply:
What a thin, miserable little arm!
1T bends like a reed! Go slowly, for
I am lame!"
Polly went slowly, her heart the
while humping against her side so
fiercely that she feared her compan-
ion might hear it.
What brought this woman to the
inn?" was the query that flashed
through her brain; land what Is her
business with Monsieur Regnault, the
singer"
The corner of the street was but a
few yards distant. A close carriage
waited there, with the black page, Sir
Launcelot, on the drivers seat. AS she
| was stepping into the carriage, Mrs.
Iris fumbled in her pocket and brought
up a silver quarter.
Here girl" she said, and thrust the
piece into Polly's hand.
She thought Of the time when, with
little Nan, she had first stood in the
presence Of this woman, and spurned
the money held out to her by Hannah,
the servant And she drew back a
step, and in a sort of sudden fury
flung the silver straight at the black,
yelled figure.
Don't dare to offer your money TO
mel" cried Polly, in a strange, hoarse
voice, and then she turned and fled
back to the inn.
(To Be Continued)