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"That you are," answered the housekeeper, with a glance at her mistress's gray hair and delicate, wrinkled face. "Tour grand-niece is as pretty as a pink, ma'am, and well worth seeing. I wonder you've been able to hold aloof from her so long." Miss Pamela was about to do an unheard-of thing?that is, to defy her brother's authority and break his comVESS EL , i M I ITALIAN 3.a.V^RESEj t I "g Italy has some of the finest ships in the world: but Turkey's ships are all old and second hand. mands. The widow and child of Robert Greylock bad been living: at the Woods for a month, and as yet Miss Pam had not set eyes upon either of them. Now the cry of her heart was too strong to be resisted longer. In storm and darkness and secrecy she was about to visit Rose Cottage. The coast was clear. Godfrey Greylock had gone to his library, and was not likely to leave it till bedtime. Fully equipped for a plunge Into rainy chaos, Miss Pam stepped from her own sitting-room out upon a porch where a lighted lantern was shining. Hopkins assumed the lead, bearing this luminary. She was short and fat, she waddled like a duck, and her face, in its close hood, looked like an hilarious full moon. Nevertheless, the darkness of the hour and the scenery of the mission gave her the appearance of a female Guy Fawkes. Miss Pam followed after, her skirts held high, the puddles splashing her thin ankleS. The two plunged into the wooded grounds, now black as Hades, and swept by gusts of wet wind. Hopkins's lantern looked like a beacon in an ocean of profound gloom. On they trudged, through graveled drives and winding walks, starting at every sound, fearful of hearing Godfrey Oreyloek's pursuing feet, until, from across a stretch of open lawn they saw the windows of Rose Cottage shining softly in the darkness. "I dread to meet that woman," shuddered Miss Pam. "My brother himself could not be more reluctant to enter her presence than I am. I only hope the child is not asleep. Make haste, Hopkins, and ring the bell." The two women stepped upon the vine-hung piazza. On their right was the window of Mrs. Iris's pink boudoir, smothered in lace and muslin, but standing half open to admit air. Suddenly, from the room within, broke a child's voice, angry and distressed." "I want Polly," it said. "Why don't you bring Polly, Hannan jonnson: i won't go to bed?I want Polly!" This in passionate jerks, with sobs between. Then followed the sound of sharp slaps on the firm baby llesh, and the voice of Hannah Johnson answered: "You horrid little thing! Mind you. never dare say that again, or you'll be whipped within an inch of your life? you will." And more slaps emphasized the threat. Miss Patn and the houskeeper looked at each other. "Good gracious me!" cried Hopkins. "Can I believe my ears?" said Miss Pam, in horror. "They do not hear us, of course. Open the door, Hopkins ?it is ajar, I see. I am going straight in." She was well acquainted with Rose Cottage, and she stepped without ceremony into the hall and Hung back the door of the pink boudoir. In the centre of the room, curled up KDEED 4> <fr W. PIERCE * f*?f**$*?{**?*t?t?$t??* {* $ ?? like a kitten in a great, soft chair, lay Iris Greylock. She was dressed all In filmy white, and this, combined with her loose, curling hair and delicate outlines, gave her almost an in ?. TT?? U... IU?1n lanune appearance. n? ioij nine hands rested idly on her lap: her eyes were half closed, showing the length of the black lashes. She looked bored and indolent, and as oblivious as the dead to the struggle that was going on at her very elbow 'twixt Hannah Johnson and the child Fairy. Panting and writhing in the grasp of the brown woman, her angel face, red with wrath, her violet eyes drenched with tears, her sash and pretty frock all awry, a picture of lovely weakness in the hands of ugly strength ?so little Ethel Greylock burst, for the first time, on the vision of her great-aunt. "I want Polly!?I want Polly!" she screamed anew, and then, at sight of Miss Pamela Greylock, standing there on the threshold, her slim figure wrapped in waterproof, shocked amazement on her high-bred face, and with HopS OF THE TWO P ~ T= ITALIAN FLEET I 194 VESSELS i*!' ;:->v kins and the lantern at her shoulder, Fairy stopped suddenly. "Good Heaven! madam!" said Miss Pam, addressing the indolent, white figure in the chair, "what does this mean? Do you permit your servant to abuse your child?my nephew Robert's daughter? For shame!' Mrs. Iris gave a great start. Hannah Johnson's hand fell promptly from the child. Both stared in consternation at this unhidden guest. Then, with the self-possession which rarely forsook her, Mrs. Iris arose from her chair. "My dear Miss Gre.vlock." she said in ltCno I l-nalf owccu,> ii 10 mido vii c,i jutr\, a rvnw*. I am happy to welcome you to my new home. Fairy has heen very naughty tonight, and Hannah?well, Hannah is on old and faithful servant, who loves my darling like her own life, and would not harm her for worlds; but she is a little rough in her ways. Come here. Fairy, and kiss your aunt ?poor papa's aunt?and tell her mamma is very glad of the opportunity to thank her for her kind letters, and for the help which she sent to you and me in our distress some weeks ago." Fairy did not move, and Miss Pam put on the look of a Medusa. Her soul was vexed within her She cast one glance around the room. Sheets of music lay upon the piano, Powers filled the vases, rose-colored shades softened the lights. The whole'air of the place was steeped in luxurious languor. "My letters were not kind, madam." she answered, severely. "How could they be, when I have never felt kindly toward you? Now let me ask. who is 'Polly,' and why was your daughter crying so piteously for her just now?" Mrs. Iris broke into an amused laugh. "I fear you will be shocked when 1 tell you. "I'olly no longer exists. ShtJ was an odious green bird?a parrot? the only pet that Fairy ever had. My poor darling cherished an absurd affection for her. Being very poor at the time, we were forced to herd with the scum of a great city, and one day a vicious neighbor wrung the bird's neck. Fairy still has times of lamenting for her defunct favorite?this is one of them." .Miss Pam stood for a moment gazing at the child, then Nature triumphed. She made one rush toward her and caught her to her heart, just as Mercy Poole had done at the inn. Mrs Iris began to sob in a lace handkerchief. "Does she?does she look like her poor father?" she faltered. Miss Pam searched the little, flushed. tear-wet face with pitiless scrutiny. "Not In the least," she answered. "She has eyes of the same color, but I see no other resemblance." Mrs. Iris looked disappointed. "That is odd," she answered; "other people notice the marked likeness?I myself think it is very striking." "I see nothing of it," said Miss Pam, coldly. "She has jet-black brows and lashes with her blue eyes?such a thing was never known in the Greylock family." "Poor Fairy!" laughed Mrs. Iris, a little scornfully; "that beauty she inherits from her mother. My brows and lashes have always been greatly admired. I wonder, Miss Greylock, If her strong will and hot temper are also a rightful inheritance." Miss Pam's delicate face put on a look of high displeasure. "I dare say, madam, since those same characteristics in her father brought shame and dissension for the first time to the Greylock family. She had seated herself with Fairy in her arms; but the child's mood was not favorable Just then to friendly advances. "I want Pol'y! Bring Polly?I will have Polly!" she still screamed, as she reduced herself to a heap of lawn and lace, kicking legs and crumpled curls. "You see what a whirlwind she is!" purred Mrs. Iris. "I see that she is being brought up very badly," replied Miss Pam, with severity; "has she learned her alphabet yet?" "Her alphabet??oh, no!" answered sT A VIES. I i- 'I"f . r ? ITALIAN 3 S.ELBA I 3/ .ANDWAft BALLOON * r - -- - '" "** Mrs. Iris, with a peculiarly gay, irritating laugh; "but she can dance like a sylph. She has my talent, Miss Greylock, as well as my eyebrows. Come here, Fairy, and dance for mamma." Miss Pam grew rigid with horror. Her arms fell away from her niece, who bounded out of them like a rubber ball, with all the anger gone In a moment from her little face. Mrs. Iris limped to the piano and struck a gay note, in response to which the child made a graceful leap into the centre of the room, where she began to spin around on her tiny toes like a flower shaken by the wind. Yes, she was a genius! Plainly her mother's mantle had fallen upon her. Heaven had not made those exquisite feet to go through life by hum-drum ways. She danced with as little seeming effort as a bit of thistledown sails on the air or a mote moves in a sunbeam. The display of natural grace and artistic skill in each and all of her movements was really wonderful? ivirs. ins nau airfauv kivcii nt*r uau^iiter some excellent training. How lovely was the pink and white figure, as it fluttered and swayed! How perfect the rose-leaf face, dimpling now with delight in her own powers. And Miss Pam! In shocked amazement. in utter dismay, she sat and stared at her niece, as if she were the Gorgon's head. Presently Fairy bowed and kissed her hand to an imaginary audience, and then with a gay little laugh, subsided on Mrs. Iris's lap. A groan escaped Miss Pam. "Oh. this is terrible!" she cried out. i Mrs. Iris patted the golden head in fond approval. "Do you think so?" she answered, , airily. "Now, I rejoice in her genius, [ since it is plain that she has her own > living to earn in this world." Miss Pam looked around the luxurious room. "She seems to be very well provided > for at present." ? Mrs. Iris shrugged her shoulders. Ilonnoh Tnhnann Ho/1 vnnighpil lantr i before from the room, and Hopkins was waiting in the hall. These two i women were alone with the child. "Yes," answered Mrs. Iris, dryly; "Godfrey Greylock has consented to furnish this shelter for his one only grandchild, and at the same time he i tells me that he has disinherited her? . that his entire fortune will he given to a stranger. He detests us. He throws his charity to us like a bone to starving dogs. Do you think I have any gratitude for such a man? None! IT A The Italians have a great deal more artillery than have the Turks, and their gunners are among the best in the world. For Fairy's sake, and because I am crippled and helpless, I must live here ?I must eat his bread and accept the conditions which he makes for me, but only for a time. The day is near when Fairy will free both herself and her unhappy mother from this miserable existence." Her voice took a tragic ring. With that beautiful child leaning against her knee, and the shaded lamp shining on her pale, fiery face, she made a picture that Miss Pam would not soon forget. "Surely you cannot?you do not mean," she cried, aghast, "to put your daughter upon the stage?" "Exactly. I have begun myself to train her for the career of a danseuse. Dame! as the French say. I loathe Godfrey Greyiock's cnarity. aii mat we have here is my child's by right. What has she ever done that she should be despoiled of her lawful heritage?that it should be taken from her and given to a stranger?" Miss Pam's thin, Jeweled hands worked nervously on her lap. "Madam," she answered, "that Is my brother's business, not mine. I have never been allowed a voice in the matter?nor shall I ever be." "Then he did not send you here tonight?" "On the contrary, I came in defiance of his wishes and commands. He will be deeply offended if he learns that I have visited you." Mrs. Iris gnawed her lip. "Were it not for Fairy I would not remain In this place a day longer, Miss Grey lock. I am in durance here ?subject to constant surveillance, like any prisoner. I may not go in or out or pass his gates or venture to approach him without Godfrey Greylock's permission. Bah! Do you think I will long submit to such rules? No! as the widow of his son, and the mother of his granddaughter, I demand proper consideration at your TURKISH ?' B % wf* * *-* -*?&. ~ v^" 4^?! pO^RlALj iC^IS *w, " ' ^ v'" \ r*m *~r 1CHEVKET PAS ! IKi ARMOfii Although it is not yet certain that there is to be much fighting in Trip on. in ere is no question 01 me laci that Turkey is Retting its army In shape for business. brother's hands, and I will have it, too!" Unpleasant memories crowded up in Miss Pain's mind. She put on an air of cold hauteur. "Madam," she answered, "I know not how you can reasonably expect consideration or respect from Robert's relatives, but tbis innocent child?yes, it is hard for her." Mrs. Iris's eyes (lashed, but she i kept her temper admirably. i "I shall not attempt to defend my past conduct. Miss Ureylock," she said, indifferently. "Take a message from . L I A N ARTILLEI \ \. me to Fairy's grandfather. Tell him that Robert's daughter has talent?decided talent, Inherited from her mochePr-tell him that I shall do my utmost to develop it properly?that we shall not long remain captives, shut up in this pretty Jail?not long will we trouble him to be our keeper?say that Fairy will soon command a price which will fill our mouths with something better than the bitter bread of his charity. And now, it is long past my childja^hedtlme, and her eyes are growing heavy. Pardon me, Miss Greylock, if I request you to bring this interview to a close." Up rose Miss Pam, with consternation and wrath in her delicate face. She was actually dismissed. "I will tell my brother," she answered; "be sure that I will tell him everything! Heaven knows I pity poor Robert's daughter, if her future is to [ ARMY MOBILIZING F( I^KKUITS fOR ] iasi TURKISH ARMY T ? *!** ho molded by your hands. Farewell, madam; it is my conviction that you were horn to lie the evil genius of the Greyloeks." She made her exit from Rose Cottage, and with Hopkins and the lantern, hastened hack to the villa. There she slipped out of waterproof and overshoes, and, nerved to desperation by all that she had seen and heard that evening, she went straight to Godfrey Greyloek's library and knocked. IY. 1 J f < 1 I :? I|p$ 1 Tm i m^^wiff^?i gy 1 =| i ?W^^= ""' ?~d I HHMH\J T^^NAvW "Come in," he answered. He was reading at a carved table. A window of the rich room stood open, and puffs of night wind swept through and flared the swinging lamp above his head. Near him, on the wall, hung the engraving of a superb old Elizabethan house?Greylock Hall, in its ancient park. Among the knlcknacks on the table a photograph of Sir Gervase, the boy-baronet, looked out from a velvet frame. A fair Saxon stripling: he seemed to be, with a face more grave than merry, eyes direct and fearless in their gaze, and a resolute cast of feature. Of late the master of the Woods had sought to surround himself with every possible reminder of his English relatives?plainly he desired to keep them continually in his thoughts. "Godfrey," cried Miss Pam without preface or apology, "I have been to )R WAR. Ijpk nm IW Ml f 1 : ''.I'; jl Rose Cottage, and I have seen Robert's widow and her child!" He started angrily and dropped his c> book. "I could not help It," she protested, before he could utter a word. "It was a spirit in m.v feet, to quote Shelley's song, that led me. I was wild to look upon Robert's little girl; and. oh, how r lovely she is! my heart aches for her. v Godfrey, you have met your match In a a (Continued on Fourth Page.) I HUMAN REPROVES CREWS. Senator Stirred Up by Article In News Scimitar. VEUTRAL BETWEEN JONES AND BLEASL Sovernor's New Greenwood Organ Makes a Pretty Severe Attack On Tillman and Tillman Comes Back With Talk About Threats of Assassin. Columbia Record. Senator Tillman has sent to the Dally Record for publication, a copy if a letter he has written to Mr. W. r. Crews, editor of the News-Scimitar, eplylng to an editorial in the first ssue of that paper, September 22nd, ind denying that he took part with Major John G. Richards, Jr., in any icheme to bring out Chief Justice Ira P. Jones as a candidate for governor. Senator Tillman declares this report ?oes both himself and Major Richards ?reat Injustice, and that so far as he ilmself Is concerned he reiterates that tie Is taking no part in the contest 'or governor, as both the candidates ire "old Tlllmanites" and the people nust choose the better fitted man of :he two, without dictation from him. It may be said upon authority that Major Richards had nothing whatever :o do with Inducing Mr. Jones to run 'or governor and that as a matter of 'act Major Richards has not given Mr. Jones any assurance that he, Ma|or Richards, will not himself be lome a candidate for that office igainst both Jones and Blease. Ma|or Richards has not intimated even to his closest friends what he proposes to do in that regard. Senator Tillman's Letter. The letter from Senator Tillman is is follows: Trenton, S. C., Sept. 25, 1911. Mr. W. T. Crews, Greenwood, S. C. Dear "Bose": This morning's mail brines me the first number of your new paper, the News-Scimitar. I was yery much surprised to find that you had hatched a mare's nest out of my recent visit to John G, Richards at Liberty Hill, and have been none too tender of his feelings, and have dealt yery unjustly with him. Although it Is perhaps not worth while, I take the trouble to write you this letter which ACTIVE LEADERS " IT The Duke of Abruzzi, although of the foremost Italian naval officer! fleet, and will no doubt be heard fror tlnues. Youself Izeddln, also a youn and will play a conspicuous part in fou are at liberty to publish. Your father was my staunch friend all of his life and it will not add to my peace of mind or contentment to feel before I die that his son is not the same loyal friend that Tom Crews ivas. I know your paper will circulate, if it circulates at a,I, among the pronounced Tillmanites of the state, because the Laurensville Herald with which you have been connected was always one of the "blue hen's chickens" and outspoken as regards Tillmanlsm. I think it unkind, therefore, to lend yourself to any suggestion or scheme which will weaken the confluence in me of any friend of mine. You know, if you know anything, that 1 have nothing to do and never will have anything to do with that Gontales crowd, or any emissary that they will send to me. I may be a fool and not recognize such emissary, but I think I yet have sense enough to know an ambassador or agent of that bunch af politicians should one approach me. Your editorial, "The Plot Against Blease," is so unjust to Richards and to me and so calculated to mislead that I write this in order to set you straight. In the first place, Richards s not the india-rubber politician and nypocrite you insinuate he is. but an nonorable and high-toned man, and should have been elected governor nst year, if character and ability to serve the people creditably had been :onsidered by the voters. The subject of Jones's candidacy was not discussed during my visit to Richards ind his announcement was a surprise .0 me. Richards has known all along hat my candidacy for the senate de jended entirely on tne condition ui ny health, and even if I am in bed. mless wholly paralyzed, I expect to illow the people of South Carolina vho want to do so to have the opporunlty to vote for me. I am anxious o see whether or not they appreciate ny earnest and honest efforts to serve hem these twenty-one years. So any lint or suspicion that I can be used In he way you suggest in the editorial s an insult and outrage to me and I im shocked to have such an assassin's low come from Tom Crews's son. If am reelected I will not resign but lie in harness. You of all men are he last one to Insinuate that I am so owardly and so easily wrapped iround people's fingers that I would oin any such combination. I am asonlshed at you and of course you mow I am very much hurt. I do not xpect to take sides in the governor's ace next year. It Is none of my busness. anyway, and my policy as a lublic man has always been that of fefferson, "Teach the people and trust nonnlo " the candidates hus far announced are old Tillmantes and the people must Judge for hemselves which one of them Is best ntitled to their confidence. Very respectfully. Signed) B. R. Tillman. "The Plot Against Blease. The article to which Senator Tlllnan refers Is as follows: "Several days ago Senator Tillman mis the guest of Mr. John G. Richrds at his home in Kershaw county, nd when the senator left for his lome at Trenton the chief justice of the supreme court of the state, Judge Ira R. Jones, made a pilgrimage, also, to Mr. Richards' home, which seems suddenly to have become the political mecca for all anti-Blease politicians. "Immediately after Chief Justice Jones' return home he sent his resignation to the governor, to take effect next January, and also notified Col. Brooks, clerk of the supreme court, to that effect. This turn of the political kaleidoscope affords some interesting prognostications, and at the same time develops a political scheme that has been hatching in Columbia for some time. When that former popular News and Courier correspondent whom Tillman loved and loves above all other newspaper correspondents, of the antl press of the state, laid all his wires and made report to Gonxales & Co., the political leaven began to work. The big city dallies Immediately began to sing the praises of Judge Ira B. Jones for governor, and all the little "me-too' anti-Blease papers in the state yelped approval, and have been making the welkin ring ever since with the praises of Mr. Jones. "Whether or not Senator Tillman has given these conspiring politicians any pegs on which to hang their political hopes, we don't know; but whether he did or not, the anti-Blease politicians are trying to make Senator Tillman's old friends and supporters believe he did. But any rate, It is easy to picture the suave Richards and the sedate and wise chief Justice sitting out on the porch of Mr. Richards' country mansion plotting the political downfall of Blease and the menacllng of his 'vicious and ignorant* supporters. The Delilah-Uke mediator and political ambassador of the Gonzales wing of the Blease opposition had already delivered his ultimatum to the plotters, who were now expected to carry out their part of the scheme by deceiving or fooling the 'old-time Tillmanite-Reformers'? and to this extent his mission was successful. Now Jones and Richards get to work. The latter had already wormed out of Tillman, under the guise of personal friendship, as to the probability of Senator Tillman's being able to make an active canvass next year, and also as to the probability of his resigning the senatorshlp In the event of his reelection, with no opposition. So, the balance of the plot was plain sailing for Jones and Richards. The Gonzales politicians had already let It be known that they were not going to tolerate any more prohibition foolishness. In the next gubernatorial campaign, so it was out of the question for Richards to become a candidate, as he was too veil known as a pronounced Prohibitionist; and after a few personal expressions of esteem one for another, Mr. Richards patriotically 'sacrificed' himself to the political ambition of Justice Jones, and It was then and there decided that if Mr. Jones would anIN PENDING WAR. 7 . ^%^^ Fj a young man, Is looked upon as one i. He Is In command of the torpedo n frequently, if the opportunity cong man, is the Turkish crown prince, land operations. nounce his resignation, and, later on, come out as a candidate against Cole Blease. Of course, being a Prohibitionist himself, Mr. Richards bundled up the prohibition vote, tied it with a piece of blue ribbon, sealed it with the pledge of the prohibition press of the state, presented it to Mr. Jones with all the knightly courtesy due from one conspirator to another. This done, Mr. Jones' resignation was prepared, which, on his return home, was to be sent to the governor, and later on to follow it up with the announcement of his candidacy for the governshlp. The latter part of the programme. however, seems to have been hurried up a bit. The conspirators got wind of the fact that there were many old friends of John Gary Evans * who began to use his name In connection with the governorship, when the Gonzales crowd warned Chief Justice Jones to 'do about'?get busy? and Mr. Jones' announcement for the governorship was immediately forthcoming. This much of the plot has already come to light; but there Is another side to it that the people don't know yet. "Mr. Richards is to keep in constant touch with Senator Tillman, and of course he, and he alone, is to know when the senator is to retire?whether by declining to run in the next campaign, or whether he will resign after re-election. If the latter, then Mr. Richards Is to be given the field alone, so far as the prohibition faction is concerned, and he is to get the support and influence of the Jones administration and the Gonzales crowd to succeed Tillman?all this to reward Richards for his 'self-sacrifice, patriotism,' etc. "But what is to become of Governor Jones? Is he to be permitted to fall out of public notice at the expiration of a little old measly one term as governor? Not a bit of it. The plot takes care of him fully and substantially. At the expiration of his term the same political machine that made him I governor is to still further reward him It? V.I?. tha Unn P(i Smith's , liy g'viUK v..>- ???... - ! seat in the United States senate. I "This is their scheme?their political plot to defeat Blease?and even if it takes old-time Tillman-coat-tail swingers and Tillman's old-time bitterest enemies to accomplish it, they are going to try It. But as Blease's election showed that the people were not going to be ruled at the dictation [of Gonzales politicians, we hardly believe that they will tamely surrender next year to a combination of antlBlease politicians and Benedict Arnolds of the old Tillman-Reform movement. We shall see." Scotch Generosity.?Robbie met a neighbor who was smoking some fine, fragrant tobacco sent by his son in America. He took out his own pipe ostentatiously. "Ha' you a match, Sandie?" he queried. The match was forthcoming?but nothing more. "I do believe," said Robbie, "I ha' left me tubacco to hame." "Then," said Sandie after a sience, "ye mlcht as well gie me back me match."?Success Magazine.