Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-05-08
CHAPTER XII

the dwellings were widely separated,
the next hoase being fourth Of mile
off and OH the same side Of the highway.
1t was near noon when l presented my
self at the door asking whether l could
obtain dinner, for which, Of course,
expected to pay.
The occupants were o kindly old cou-
pie and their grown son. The meal was
on the table, and noting my smart ap.
pearance they invited me to sit with
them, the old lady asserting that they
could not think of accepting pay.
forced dollar upon them, much against
their will, and naturally rose in their
estimation.
Nothing was easier than to turn the
conversation upon the gossip Of the
neighborhood, during which / secured
about all the information they possessed
about their next door neighbors.
The name of the head of the latter
household was Isaiah Bridges, and he
was the twin brother of my host, whose
given name was Nathan. The former
couple had no children, having lost their
only daughter long time before They
had owned and lived upon the farm for
40 years.
Ny informants seemed to know little
about the visitors of their relatives
They were aware that a very distin-
guished looking gentleman and his wife,
foreigners they thought, had been board
ing there off and on for the past few
weeks. They occupied most Of the upper
floor, but associated with no one in the
neighborhood and avoided making ac-
quaintances Mrs. Bridges told me she
had called once or twice when she knew
the man and his wife were up stairs,
but they did not show themselves, and
neither my host nor hostess had seen
either except at distance
After establishing friendly relations
with my new friends I asked to be al.
lowed to stay with them for a few days,
explaining that if found it necessary
to remain longer / would send for my
luggage. They expressed u modest fear
that their accommodations were not
good enough for me, but the bargain
was quickly made.
My friend Mr.. Brown had omitted
from his narrative fact which must
now be given. There was strong re-
semblance between the appearance of
Mr.. Darius G.. Howard and myself. We
were of similar height and build and
wore our boards in the same style-pe-
culiarities which noticed when I first
saw him.
My hair, however, is auburn and my
eyes hazel in color, the difference being
so marked that no one could mistake
either of US for the other by daylight
or in the glare Of gas or electric light.
At night, however, such mistake would
be natural
Ever since took hold of this business
the fancy had been Pickering In my
brain that perhaps it was possible to
turn this personal resemblance to 40
count. IF could make Mrs Howard
think was he, even for brief time,
she might reveal some interesting BE-
crets.
But the scheme was quixotic one. /
could not initiate his voice and manner
closely enough to deceive her, and more
than likely when the husband and wife
talked they employed their own Ian.
guage instead Of English. Besides in
what possible way cou,d I gain the
chance to make the test?
Another question presented itself
were this strange couple in fear Of ma
tives Of their own country or Of Ameri.
can officers!
These and q multitude Of similar
queries ran through my brain on the
starlit night when / left my temporary
home at Nathan Bridges and strolled
along the highway in the direction of
the dwelling where the interesting cou.
pie spent portion Of their time.
The bluff which l had in mind was
to 60 to the house during the day, rep.
resenting to the old lady that I was
county officer who had called to assess
the property, and it was necessary for
me to examine the premises. It was
simple artifioe, but I did not doubt !
could make it work Perhaps would
try 1t on the morrow
Careful inquiries Of my landlord gave
the gratifying information that his
brother was not the owner Of dog.
That disagreeable factor was eliminated
from the problem.
1t seemed to me, therefore, that no
harm but considerable good was likely
to come from a little investigation dur
ing the favoring darkness. Perhaps
something might be seen through some
of the lower or upper windows that
would throw light upon the mystery.
If I failed, it would be nevertheless
an interesting way of spending few
hours
At the entrance to the lane I paused
to look and listen. Far in the distance
I heard the faint sound of locomotive
whistle. Some one called to another, on
odd eddy in the air bringing the voice
80 near that instinctively glanced to
my right to see the speaker, though !
knew he was mile away. The soft
wind moved mournfully through the
poplars. and the lights from the houses
here and there twinkled across the sleep
ing landscape.