The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1891-09-02

icnt." The glcam of a silver quarter
m:plc lkc's soul glad; he put his hat
on and walked briskly while sOlilo
guizing :
"Ristocrat gentleman for true" and
walking mp to Sidney he took off his
hat in the most defercntial manner
and handed him the card on which
was printed. n. ID. NJ. Yarbrough, at.
torney ut Law, Law Range, Jonesbor-
ough, S. G.
Sidney looked down athis blue over
nlls: "GO head" said Ike, "you looks
ebry inch ristocrat too, "and glad of Il
chance to plow fast stepping Dan, he
took Sidney's place with "Git-up, Dan,
dat what niggers and hoses was made
for-to work for quality white folks
10y dat | means grand white folks,
Dem dat don't pose OH u.s."
Meanwhile Sidney is at the buggy
and has been introduced to Mrs. Var
brough, and says mentally, "shc is al
most as beautiful as Sweet Gladys"
Mr.. Inrbrough makes some inqui-
ries about the line fence row and boun-
daries of the place adjoining and Sid
ney learns that he is attorney for the
absent owner Of that farm.
You sing well, my boy" says Tom
Iarbrough, in those deep rich tones
that somehow always went straight to
the listeners heart, 81 would like to
hear more of your voice."
Thereupon Sidney invited them to
the house where they met with a cor
dial welcome from Aunt Lou. Sidney
sang and played for them and with
them. In turning over some music
Tom Iurbrough. or "Bate," as he was
familiarity, known came across the
name Capt. Albert Johnston, then
walking over to aunt Lou, who was
knitting mittens for Bee, he took q
seat and said earnestly, Madam, can
it be possible that this boy is Albert
Johnston's SON"
YES" answered Aurt Lou, softly,
and handed him two dagucrrotyres.
lie looked at them and handed them
TO his wife, who had heard the CONVEX
sation.
Sidney, my boy, T knew your faith
cr. We we've at The University lngctlI-
er, and although my senior by several
years he WAS my friend and COM
rade. i am glad to know you are thu
worthy son of Il noble SIRE" laying his
hand carcssingly on the boys shoulder.
II love you, my boy, for his sake" And
Sidney locked up into the blond 81
ants brave blue eyes, his own dark
orbs glowing and melting and flushing
with thoughts unspeakablc while witt.
his lips he said with simple dignity,
"Tlank you, sir"
Tom Yarbrough had been in Europe
when Sidncy's father died. Owing to
the Unsettled and unhappy condition
OF his native State during Rccunstruc-
ti0n his education was finished al the
University of Edinburgh, Scotland,
and he had travelled two years on the
continent after his graduation. He
was now one of the foremost lawyers
in the State, with an extensive prac-
tice and unboundcd popularity wher
ever known.
An able speaker of fine, command
ing presence it was but natural that he
should enter the political arena, which
step was joyfully noted by his ambi-
tious wife, whose belief in her hus-
band ability was simply unlimited.
The dear people really ought to give
babe" any office in their gift. She
was u popular woman herself, and ably
seconded her husband in every public
IN short, she was another
Lady Churchili-onIy she had real
hero for IL husband, which is some
thing poor Lady Churchill does not
possess in her Randolph.
Everybody called him Babe, or Mr..
Babe or Col. Babe-his pet name in
infancy and childhood-and it even
got into The newspapers sometimes:
Every darky in Jonesborough called
him "Malsr Babe" which cynical
man once said was crucial test Of a
negro's devotion.