Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-08-29

What have you given up for my
sake?" he demanded, sternly.
| She was in a white heat of passion,
and her black eyes fairly blaZed in her
pretty face.
Happiness for one thing-peace for
another. l was happy till 1 knew you"
she cried. you might have left me to
my own way. Did you not promise that
should have wealth and position? Did
you not say that your father would
forgive you for marrying against his
will? Yes, and you deceived me gross
ly! We have waited eighteen misera-
BILE months in this lodging house for
his blessing and his money, and now
you admit that we are never likely to
get either. I am pretty, and all men
admire me. But for you 1 might have
made a brilliant match-I might have
married a man who had wealth Of his
own, and was not dependent on the
whims of purse proud old father!"
Arthur Kenyon, perhaps" sneered
Robert Greylock.
YES" she answered with reckless
candor, Arthur Kenyon!"
Into his eyes leaped look not good
to see, but he had far more self-con-
troll than his young wife.
"I admit the truth of your state
ments. Mrs. Greylock," he answered.
bitterly; but permit me to also name
few things which have lost for your
sake-friends, home, profession, kind
red. fortune, social position-trifies
that you might remember when count
ing over your own sacrifices"
She dropped on the hair-cloth sofa,
regardless of the spangled skirts, the
ribbons and artificial flowers that she
crushed in the act, and began to sob.
why did you marry me, Robert? 1t
was a frightful mistake! You have
| learned to despise me, and I-I-quite
abhor you! Then, too, our wretched
poverty is enough of itself to make life
! intolerable. Why do you not write
again to your father, or to that Aunt
Pamela who used to be fond of you
in your boyhood? She might induce
him to treat us with decency."
They had quarreled necessarily for a
year and half-this scene was but
one of many in their brief marital ex-
perience, yet, at sight of her tears the
stern lines Of his face began to soften.
"Self-respect forbids me to write
-, O. H. In,
gentler tone. He has sent back my
last three letters unopened. And as
for my aunt-well, Aunt Pamela Is a
mere cipher at Greylock Woods.
have written to her, but in vain.
Doubtless my father forbids her to
hold any communication with the prod
igal, and she dare not disobey him
his will is her law-poor, meek, long
suffering Aunt Pam! No, I pin my
hopes no longer to any one at the
Woods. Henceforth I will stand or fall
by myself
A moment of silence, then he made
a step toward her.
Iris" he pleaded, have we not had
enough of this mutual recrimination?
We are husband and wife-death only
can part us. Is it wise, is it profitable
us be friends"
A change swept her fiery, frivolous
little face. He looked so handsome and
strong and manly-there was so much
promise of future power in the ring of
his voice-such infini'n .enderness in
his violet eyes, that her wayward heart
melted suddenly. She arose to her
feet-a faint smile dawned on her mu-
tinous red lips-she was about to cast
herself in his arms, when-Oh, misera-
BILE fatality!-the door Of the chamber
flew abruptly open, and the touseled
head of a housemaid was thrust in.
For Mrs. Greylock." she cried, shril-
ly, with the compliments of Mr. Ken
yon, as sent by his servant, ma'am."
And this messenger of evil held out
to Mrs. Iris an enormous bouquet of
the costliest hot-house eXotics.
Nothing could have been more un-
seemed just dawning on the luckless
young pair vanished instantly. Robert
Greylock let fall an oath, and snatched
the flowers from the girl. AS he did so,
something fell from their odorous
depths-a bracelet in the form of a
serpent with diamond eyes and scales
of emeralds.
"Oh, how lovely!" screamed Mrs. Iris,
rushing toward her husband; Robert,
give it to met is mine!"
He flung the flowers on the floor and
trampled them under his feet-roses,
lilies. orchids and camelias-all in
splendid ruin. Then, keeping her at
bay with one hand, with the other he
held the bracelet out of her reach.
Has it come to this?" he thundered.
DO you accept such gifts from man
like Kenyon? Stand back! l would
sooner see your hand burn in the fire
than touch his jewels! Leave him to
me. l will teach him lesson which he
will not soon forget"
He was actually going to keep the
bracelet from her If there was one
thing above another which this vain,
| light sylphide loved, it was the lustre
of gems and gold. She cried out like
little fury:
How dare you, Robert! That brace
let was sent to mel will have 1t! You
have no right to hold it from me- When
have you given me flowers or dia-
mOnds?'
At a look from Greylock the touseled
housemaid fled, though in her soul she
longed to see this battle through. To
her. Sylphide was lovely, talented,
young creature, sadly abused by
| jealous husband.
But she's a match for him." thought
the girl. eXultantly, as she paused to
listen on the landing. Hes got a
whole handful when he tries to master
her"
Left alone with his wife, Robert
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