Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-06-10
Dealt the scofiinq banker a blo,o.

$50 this, y the banker went ON mock
ingly as If enjoying the situation, lis
the profession upon the profits Of which
you contemplated matrimonyl I had no
idea that the solicitation of eleemosy-
nary pennies was 80 good q resource
You must have become very proficient
to make it support so well the social
phase Of your career. Evidently there
is much to be said for mendicancy as a
business Do you think my daughter
would be an apt pupil In 1t under your
Instruction."
"Mr. Willmarth, replied Chester,
breathing very hard and speaking with
difficulty through jaws that were trying
to clench themselves together, II have
been terribly unfortunate, but you have
not the right to insult me, and even II
you have, you had better refrain from
it."
Insult you'll My dear sir, how can
you so mistake the expression of my ad-
miration for your geniusp You do not
appreciate how you have awakened my
interest in your profession. The next
time you honor my house with visit I
shall want you to show Ima your ar
tistic style of work. Your price Of
meal act is charmingly realistic, and
with proper accessories, such as cold
victual basket, would, I should imagine,
be quite irresistible
It seemed to Chester Sewall as II
that mocking scorn was an insolent e1-
ultation oyer his accomplished ruin and
despair, as if the man before him was
the personifcation Of all the cruel an
tagonism with which the world had
met him, as if Richard Willmarth was
personally responsible for all the i'll
that had befallen him. In sudden &C.
cess Of blind rage he dealt the scoffing
banker a blow 80 violent that it felled
him as if he had been struck by light
ming. The next instant the young man
half regretted the act, but only half, for
with what there was Of regret blended
a sullen self justification.
"Why didn't he keep civil tongue
in his head?" he said to himself II
gave him fair warming"
The man laid where he had fallen,
very still, and silence as Of the grave
was all about. Even the wind had
ceased. An indefnable dread of some
thing sent tremor through Chester's
nerves. He stood waiting, he knew not
for what, and held his breath. A por-
tion Of the clay bank Of the excavation
behind him, softened by the rain, gave
way beneath the weight Of rock piled
on it and fell with loud splash into
the stagnant pool below. The mist thick
ened into a fog so dense that the street
lamp three yards away looked like lit
tie phosphorescent patch upon the vast
white, ghossly obscurity of the night
Still the man laid motionless. Ches-
ter's dread took definite shape. Quickly
STOPPING over the prostrate form, he put
a hand beneath its shoulders and raised
it to sitting posture. 1t yielded limp
ly, and, the head falling back as he held
it up, he heard the sound Of something
falling in a slender stream from the
hair to dark puddle on the ground.
simultaneously he felt that the hand
with which he supported the shoulders
was covered with some fluid warm and
slippery. Suddenly conscious Of what 1t
was, he uttered all exclamation Of hor-
TOR, let the body fall back, and, tearing
open its coats and vest, placed his hand
inside them over the heart It was still
Richard Willmarth was dead.
In the very act of making this hideous
discovery his hand came in involuntary
contact with wallet in an inside pock-
ct Of his victims vest Acting upon
o momentarX. desperate impulse he