Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-10-07
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then-frst time an last he wus ever
'cused of such. But, Ia, you CANT never
tell"
"It must a-been right down aggra.
vatin," said another Of the group. 81
tell ye, though, who's dead match tel
the squire in lovin ter talk-old man
Lack Dancy. Eff ever it happens that
the two lock horns-well, thar'n be q
mighty long wrastle before they git
loose ergin."
sole Jack is one fer talkin," still
another admitted. "but he amt SO neal
up to the squire's- m;.lk as ole Uncle
Jimmie Doolittle. Eff he CANT talk the
bark off Of tree, I never saw the man
that could. That reminds me, wonder
whut kept him away from town today.
He's the main witness Jack Musgrave
has got in that and case he's maxim
such pretty fight over"
eyes, an he'll win it fer Jack, too, u
the first speaker said "There ain't
nothin on the face er the earth. Uncle
Jimmie wouldn't do for the Musgraves,
Jack in particular. I'm sure he go1
word somehow that he wouldn't be
needed till tomorrow. The case comes
first thing in the mornin. Before it's
done Uncle Jimmie'll let the court
know that he remembers more about
corner trees an line fences than all the
county surveyors we ever had. It's jes'
wonderful ter hear the ole feller when
he gifts started right" "
eyes, it is," said tall man who sal
with his chair tilted so far that he seem.
ed momentarily in danger Of tipping
over. II wonder how he manages now.
You know he's sorter way off kin tc
the Eecocks, an useter think there was
nobody at all like Pixy. 1t must 'be
pretty rough on him - them AN the
Musgraves at outs as they are.
"Reckon it don't make no much diff
ference. Pixy'll hear all he's got tel
say about Jack an glad Of the chance, "
some one said from the end Of the piaz-
20. II wouldn't be surprised eff Uncle
Jimmie come in tonight" the speaker
went on. "Ef he does-thunder an light.
enin, what chance"
"Why, what OIL earth dye meanT'
six voices asked at once. The only an
swer was a rapid scuttle Of feet as a
long, lean young fellow went, laughing;
away to the stable, from which, very
little later, he galloped madly up the
street and on toward the big white Mus
grave house.
Warm light lay on the fields, though
the woods were softly dusk, when
Squire Eecock drew rein at the creek q
mile away from town. The roofs Of it
behind him kept still reddish glow.
Birds sang hushedly in low, sleepy twit-
tiers from the hedgerows, the taller
thick coverts. Now and again the low
ing Of COWS, vending home to their
bleating young, came heavily across the
scented summer silence.
The creek was clear and shallow,
swiftly running in places, in other
places spread to thin, lightly tapping
pools. One of these lay just above the
ford. Blacky, the patient, made to
drink of it instead of the racing runnel
that was barely hoof deep. AS she
splashed ponderously into the still wa
ter Squire Eecock raised his eyes and
saw another rider coming hot foot along
the road facing him. He was older than
the squire, and lean and tall as the 9TH
er was pursy. He had wide, full opened
blue eyes and thin skin weathered to
reddish gray. His horse was gray, too
"a nervously thin, flea bitten fellow,
with blood showing plain on his slender
legs and arching crest He was moving
at the fox trot-that most delicious OF
gaits to any who has the enthusiasm OF
horsemanship The motion was as un-
like as possible to Blacky's coblike am
BILE. Yet she was unfeignedly glad to
see the newcomer. In spite Of her thirst
she raised her head from the fair water
and gave q low whinny of welcome,
then stuck her nose deep in the pool
"That you, Jimmie Doolittle?" Squire
Eecock sang out as the gray horse clat-
tered into the ford. about II men
been askin me terday when you died an
whar you wus buried. I told 'em"-
"You might a-told 'em bout the fel-
Ter that got rich mindin his own bust
ness," Uncle Jimmie interrupted. The
squire went on as though he had not
spoken.
"Told 'em you wus nightly like
Dicks hatband, so contrary it went
half way round an then tied in er bow
knot. You oughter been here this morn.
in you jes' oughter now, fer sho.
There's new lawyer in that case-the
Sally Ann Hooper land case, you know.
He's on t'other side. Sho's you're foot
high, he's goin ter beat you all outer
yo' boots. Beats oil ter speak that ever
I heard in all my born days. Thar
won't be ernough left er that thai
pleggoned Musgrave boy ter make e1
respectable grease spot time this new
feller's through with him an you"-
81 want ter see him do hit, Uncle
Jimmie said succinctly. II tell you
right now, squire, the man amt been
born that kin beat Jack Musgrave an
jestice both tergether. You see, 20
gredge ergin Jacks so big you CANT see
nothin else, but mark my word"-
"This new feller-Paine his name il
-he does beat all, fer jury ways,
Squire Eecock went on, wholly oDilVl'
GUS of the retort courteous. "Why, he's
got more'n even ole man Turner had
Judge Turner, you know-an he could
jes' wrop any jury you could skeer up IN
any er tho deestricts Ground his little
finger. Did I ever tell you erbout the
time he got Bob Lucas off fer dog steal