Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1893-01-11

! to his aid, or may he not nave mad the
germs of reason within him to 90 fur
ther without being definitely conscious
of them?
When he left Mark he went out into
the iailyard and began to. stroll about
with his hands in his pockets. To
casual observer he was simply boy
with no playmates, who did not know
what to do with himself. If any one had
been near him he would have seen his
little eyes continually watching for some
means of communication with the out
side world. Occasionally he would
wander near the fence, first casting a
sly glance at the Jail. There were
cracks between the boards, and Jakey
was looking out for a good wide crack
to spy through. At last he found
place to suit him and lowered about it
listening for footstep, and occasionally
getting a quick glance through the
opening by putting his eye to it. But
Jakey knew we'll thatif caught at this he
would be called into the jail and forced
to stay there, so he preferred to rely on
his sense of hearing rather than on his
sense of sight.
The Jail was in an unfrequented place,
and he was not soon rewarded. A man
went by, but he was too far; then an
other man, but Jakey studied his face
and let him go without x fppirg him.
At last an old negro WOMAN passed with
a basket on her arm, smoking short
clay pipe.
"AuntieI called the boy.
"Lo'd a massy! Is de angel OBJ de
Lo'd speaker to his sarvent from de
cloudsy" said the old woman, starting
and dropping her basket.
"Auntie, hyar at the crack"
"Who is yo' callen? Yo' mus be
chile from yo' voice."
"Put yer eye close up to de fence and
v can see me at the crack"
The woman drew near and put her
eye to the crack. Jakey stood off
little way, and she could see him
plainly. Meanwhile he pretended to
have lost something on the ground.
"Why bress my po' ole heart, honey,
eff v amt nothen but a leetle boy in de
jailyard. Taught t be huff to keep
dem po' misable po' white east Tennes-
sans dar what dey had in de cellar wild
out keepen chile"
"My brothers prisoner, n so air l."
said Jakey in melancholy voice.
"Climb ober de fence, honey. and run
away"
1.-The fence air too high, n | amt
coen fur to leave my brother anyway.
See hyar, aunty. air you niggers Union
or secesh!"
"Why, honey, do you t'ink we turn
ag'in ou' own folks! Amt de Yankee
soiers comen down fur to glib us liberia
tion?"
EFF y cd save Union sojer from
hangen, w'd y do it,"
"Fo' de Lo'd l would!
"Then send this hanchikuff to Souri,
Slack"
"Who Souri, Slackr'
"Shes my sister. She lives at Farmer
Slack's.'
w udl OdI'
ION the Anderson road. close onter
the Sequatchie river"
While this conversation was going on
Jakey continued his efforts to find some
thing at his feet. He picked up stone,
rolled in the handkerchief and threw
them over the fence.
"What good dat do?" asked the COL
ored woman, picking up the missile of
war.
"When Souri, gifts it she'll know"
"Will dat sabe de Union sojer's neckT'
"Mebbe t mought, n mebbe It
moughtn't."
II CANT 60 myself-rm too ole-but
I'll start hit along. Reckon de darkies'll
tote it."
She picked up her. basket and was
moving away when Jakey called to her.
"Auntiev
"What, honeyT
eyer mought git some un to tote hit
ter an old nigger named Jefferson Ran
dolph, ez lives up creek bout FIVE mile
from hyar, near the pike runnen that
away. Mebbe he'll pass hit on"
"Sho nuff."
"Yo' boy, tharv
The jailer's wife was standing in an
open window regarding Jakey severely.
"Come away from that ar fence!'
Jakey skipped along toward her, do
ing little waltzing as he went.
EFF that ar boy wasn't sich chile,
I'd think he'd ben up to sumep'n."
"What war yer a-doen by that ar
fence?' she asked when he came up.
"Nuthen."
"What war that y throwed over"
"Oh, war only throwen stones"
"What yer throwen stones that away
fur?'
eur fun"
"Well, y just keep away from tn
fence er y shan't play in tn yard at all.
I'll shet y up with thet big brother o
yourn."
"Waal, won't tgo thar no more" And
Jakey took a top out of his trousers
pocket and began plugging imaginary
tops on the ground.
Mark hoped that the preparations the
Confederates were making for the ex-
pected move would cause them to forget
him. He was not destined to be 80 for
tunate. The second day after his cap
ture he was taken before court martial
held in house occupied by the staff de-
partment, to be tried on the charge OF
being spy.
The court was assembled and ready to
proceed with the case. An officer had
been detailed TO defend the prisoner, but
he had not arrived and the court waited.
Presently clatter of horses hoofs was
heard outside. 1t stopped before the
door of the house, and in another mo-
ment Marks counsel entered the room.
Mark looked at him with astonish-
ment. In the tall, straight soldier, with
black hair and eyes, mustache and
goatee, bearing about him that some
thing which indicates "to the manor
born," he recognized the officer who had
called at the Fains' on the morning he
had left them-Captain Cameron Fltz
Hugh.
AS soon as he entered he beckoned the
prisoner to follow him to corner of the
room apart from the others for consulta-
tion. 1t was not convenient place for
such an important interview, but one
charged with being spy was not likely
to get many favors, and the exigencles
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