Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-04-10
THE COMEDY OF WAR.
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
Copyright, 1895, by the Author.l
CHAPTER Nv.
COMMERCE AND SENTIMENT.

way, Il dIb1Io LII GoAAiA 70 No'o
a trap"
"How?" asked the captain.
"Why, there's three Of the Johnnies
comm, sor, an the ould man an the gm-
rul make five"
"Haltr' said the captain, using the
word by force Of habit. The two paused,
and the captain took in the situation at
a glance. Then he turned to the big
Irishman, with queer look ON his face.
"Wbat is it, sor?"
"I'm in for it now. That is my IA
ther yonder, and the young Lady is my
sister. -
"Tbe divvle an Tom WalkerP' ex-
claimed o O'Halloran. /" 'Tis qu!tea fam
lily rayunion, sor. ;"
"I don't know whether to make my
self known or not. What could have
possessed them to stay here? I'll see
whether they know me-. AS they went
forward the captain. plucked O'Halloran
by the sleeve. "I'll be shot if the john
ny with his arm in the sling isn't my
brother"
"Iwas expectin it, sor," said the big
Irishman, giving matters humorous
turn. "Soon the cousins will be poppin
out from under the bushes. "
By this time the two were near
enough to the approaching Confederates
to carry ON q conversation by lifting
their voices little.
"Hello, Johnny" said O'Hallo-an-
"Hello, Yank, " replied Fitzpatrick
"What's the countersign, Johnny?"
"Tobacco. What is it on your side,
Yank?"
"TayI an coffee, Johnny"
"You are mighty right" Fitzpatrick
exclaimed. "Stack your arms agin
tree"
"The same to ye," said O'Halloran.
The Eishman, using his foot as a
broom, cleared the dead leaves and twigs
from little space of ground, where he
deposited his bundle, and Fitzpatrick did
the same. John Fambrough, the wound
ed Confederate, went forward to greet
his father and sister, and Lieutenant
Cloptons went with him.. The squire was
not in good humor.
"I tell you what, John," he said to
his son, IT don't like to be harborin
nary side. It's agin my principles. I
don't like this colloguin an palaverin
betwixt folks that ought to be by good
rights a-knockin one another on the
head. If they want to collogue an pala-
YER why don't they 60 som 'ers else?"
The squire's son tried to explain, but
the old gentleman hooted at the expla-
nation. "Come on, Julel Let's go an
see what they're up to-"
AS they approached, the Irishman
glanced at Captain Somerville, and saw
that he had turned away, cap in hand,
to hide his emotion.
"Ye're just in time," the Irishman
said to Squire Fambrough in banter
ing tone, "to watch the continuing ar
mics. This mite of Johnny will swim
die the government if I don't kape me
eye on him"
"Is this what you call WARP" the
squire inquired sarcastically. "Who
axed you to come trespassin on my
land?"
"Oh, We'll put the leaves lick where
we found them," said Fitzpatrick, eff
we have to git furlough."
"Right ye are!' said the Irishman.
"It is Just a little trading frolic
among the boys" Captain Somerville
turned to the old man with courteous
bow. "They will do no harm. I'll an
swer for that"
"Well, I'll tell you how I feel about
it'' Squire Fambrough exclaimed with
some warmth. "I'm in here betwixt the
hostiles. They amt nobody here but
me an my daughter. We don't poster
anybody, an we don't want nobody to
poster us. One Of my sons is in the
Union army, I hear tell, an the other is
in the Confederate army when he amt
in the hospital. These boys, you see.
found their old daddy a-straddle Of the
fence, an one clomb down one leg on
the Union side, an t'other one clomb
down t'other leg on the Confederate
side."
"That is what I call an interesting
situation" said the captain, drawing
long breath. perhaps have seen your
Union son."
"Maybe so, maybe so," assented the
squire.
perhaps you have seen him yourself
since the war began?'
Before the squire could make any re-
ply Julia rushed at the captain and
threw her arms around his neck, crying,
"Oh, brother George, I know you!''
The squire seemed to be dazed by this
discovery. He went toward the captain
slowly. The tears streamed down his
face and the hand he held out trembled.
George" he exclaimed, "God A.
mighty knows I'm glad to see you"
O'Halloran and Fitzpatrick had paus-
ed in the midst Of their traffic to watch
this scene, but when they saw the gray
haired old man crying and hugging his
son and the young girl clinging to the
two they were confused. O'Halloran
turned and kicked his bundles.
"Take all the tay an coffee, ye
bloody booger! Just give me q pipeful
of the weed"
Kilpatrick shook his fist at the big