Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-09-12


Poole's Inn the evening he visited you
here, and on starting for GreylocR
Woods he told the inn people that. IN
case of his failure To secure your for
givcnesS. he should return to them fol
a nights lodging. Mercy Poole, it APP
lpears, waited up for him till morning
but he did not appear, whereupon ev-
eryhody at the tavern concluded that
YOU had become recOnciled to your
son. and detained him here at the
Woods. Early this morning a Black
port fisherman had occasion to cross
the marshes to that piece of ground
where the old salt-pits are, and there
he stumbled upon a frightful thing
the dead body of mani"
The doctor paused. Miss Pam sat rs
if bereft of speech.
| How very disagreeahle," said Cod
frey Greylock, flinging another lit of
| chicken To the hound.
"Evidently." went on the doctor, in a
low voice, the corpse had lain there
for a week. An ugly wound i'm the left
breast told it's own story. and an emp
ty revolver was found on the ground by
the poor fellows side God help YOU.
| Greyluck-that dead man vas
The master of the Woods leaped up
| from his chair and looked the speaker
straight in the eye.
My SON."
| Your SOM"
1t seemed to Dr. Jarvis that the cold,
pale face into which he gaZed did not
change in the least. There was no
deepening pallOr, no contraction of
muscles The words which seemed suf-
| ficient to crush the life out of this
childlesS father, overwhelm him with
remorse and anguish, glanced from his
heart like pebbles off armOr.
He was killed the night he left this
house."
Beyond doubt"
That is strange. | gave him mon
ey: was he robbed, also?"
No The sum of five hundred dol
lars was found intact in his pocket, al
So his watch. The fisherman who dis
covered the body ran immediately back
to town for help. At the inn that
young grenader i'm petticoatS, Mercy
| Poole. Went off in a dead faint when
she heard the news. | was one of the
| first to reach the spot"
The Siberian hound leaped sudden
| ly up from the rug and began to howl.
His master made quieting gesture.
Was it murder or suicide" he ask
ed. in a composed voice.
THAT we cannot as yet decide" the
doctor answered. feeling that this
| Spartan father was, indeed, strange
study. The fact that the money was
| found i'm his pocket untouched, and
| that his hand was fairly frozen To the
revolver, seems To point To suicide; but
that will be- determined at the inquest.
| | am a coroner of this district, ana
| the weapon by means of which the
| poor fellow. without doubt, met his
death. is in my possession. All, good
heaven. look at Miss PAM!
The poor lady had fallen sperchless-
| ly forward ON the elegant breakfast
table. Here was one heart, at least,
that fumdly loved gay, handsome Rob-
rrt GrcyluCk Without Il word the
master of the Woods rang the bell for
assistance. The servants carried MISS
Pam tu her own room. Then DR.. Jar
| Ia 1t
turned L. Godfrey Grcyluck. and said,
| imprCssVcly:
My friend, prepare yourself for that
which is at hand--the remains of your
| unfortunate SON ar" being brought
home To his fathers house.
Yes. he who had been thrust out in
anger just one week before, the uninr-
given prodigal. was returning, indiilcr-
/ en- now to the welcome which awaited
him. deaf alike to endearmcntS and re-
pruachcS. 4 little procession advanced
| slowly up the great avenue. under tn"
| rvcrgrcrnS, their feet making m0n"t-
unuus thud ON the frozen ground. their
| heads uncovered in the ghaStly pres
rncr of death. With cloth spread de-
Gently over it, they bore that which
had once been Robert Gr"ylock. That
short, umlurky life had come L. a dark
and sudden close. In midnight ana
solitude and mystery, among the old
| Salt-pitS ON the edge of the lonely
marshes. the curtain had dropped ah-
ruutly ON the tragedy uf his littl" day,
and Sylphidr. the ballet dancer, was
Il widow.
| With a firm step the master of the
| Woods advanced t. the door which his
servants had opened. to meet the ghaSt =
| Is procession. His face was lik" stone
mask. Dr Jarvis, who followed him.
searched it in vain for some sign OF
grief or remurse. Godfrey Gr"Nlnck
did not wear his heart ON his sleeve.
| With a hand that never tremhled he
reached and lifted the cloth from the
face of his sum--that face upon which
the Gisiiguring touch of death had been
set for seven days. Robert GrcYlnck 5
nearest and dearest would scarcely
|
gaze of the bearers. under the half pitt
ful. half rcpruachful eyes uf DIR. Jarvis,
this Spartan father stood for mo-
mrmt straight and stony. with one end
of the cloth clutchcd in his hl"odlrss
fingers; then he swaycd and went down
like a log at the feet Of those who
carried his dead son.
Tn" man was made Of flesh and
blood after all.
This was the way that Robert Grey
lock came h"m" for the last tim" t.
his fathers home. and mu one denied
him admittamc" now. In his pockets
letters were found unpaid bills and
memoranda. all unimpnrtant, yet re-
Vraling something of the miS"rirS "i
his brief married life. Godfrey Grey
lock sent in haste for tn" one lawyer ol
Rlackp"rt. and placed tn" bills III ms