Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-03-15
The STORY Telter.
BORROWED NEWS.

Luther carter put us nedu ou1 VI IHs
sitting-room door and spoke sharply.
"Yep." Cyrus approached with easy
moderation and held it out.
"Well, I guess you stopped to print
it on a hand-press. I don't know
where in the world you take your slow
ness FROM" Mr.. Luther Carter re-
crossed the room to his easy chair, ad
justing his spectacles on the way. His
motions were all deliberate, and sug
gested probable reason for little Cy
RUSS slowness.
Mrs. Luther Carter glanced up de-
precatingly from her mending. "Now
Luther" she said, with meek disap
probation in her voice. "Now, Luther
you haven't been borrowing Andrew
CANDLES newspaper again ?"
."That's hitting the nail higher or
the head than you ever did before
Jane Ellen !'
"But you borrowed it yesterday
Luther, and day before, and day before
that
"And day before that-keep bel
a-going, Jane Ellen. I guess you car
90 as far back as the food. Mr.. Car
ter's laugh cackled unmelodiously be-
hind the paper.
"But it's dreadfully Notifying tt
ne, Luther, anyway. 1t does seem a:
if we might take a newspaper our
selves, and lend instead of borrow, 6
spell. Then we'd see how it feels"
One spectacled eye appeared above
the papers rim, followed shortly BY
it's mate. Little Mrs. Luther wither
ed under them. She fumbled for 6
new needle, clicking the scissors ano
spools together nervously. She hac
never ventured upon so bold sugges
tion before, and already was deeply re
pentant.
"Jane Ellen, you better darn those
stockings, and I guess you can do il
easier if you keep your lips shut-to."
In at the open windows stole pleas
ant, fower-sweetened waits of summer
air. Incessant, keen insect voice!
buzzed and clicked and sang. Within
for a while, there was no sound bu
the gentle crackle of Andrew Gamble''
newspaper; then Luther Carter spoke
with a gruff attempt at apologize
good humor.
"When I'm in Andrews luck, anc
the uncle I never had and wasn'
named after dies and leaves me pref
ty little mess of money, III take th'
paper, Jane Ellen. I guess till ther
'twont hurt Andrew if / do borrow his.
"That was a good while ago.
should have thought Andrew'd spen
it all long ago, Luther, building barns
and things as he did,"
Luther Carter suddenly laid dowr
the paper. He gave startled cry.
"My good land, what is it, Luther
You look all struck in a heap" ex
claimed his wife.
"He's dead, Jane Ellen !' :.
"Who's dead ?" Her voice rose
shrill and anxious.
"Andrew is-Andrew Gamble! HI
died this morning-'as we 60 to press,
it says. There's a black mark al
round the notice. I guess MARKETS.
was thinking to send it to Johns folks
1t clean takes my breath away |"
"Andrew Gamble dead / can't be
lieve it, Luther-it isn't possible!
guess we shouldn't have to find it ou
in the newspaper"
"Well, read it for yourself, then
Jane Ellen"
They huddled over the paper, read
ing the lines together with scared dis
tressed faces. 1t was smart sheet
whose local columns stood out, boldl.
prominent. 1t was the only daily pa
per in the thrifty town of s.
Andrew Gamble dead! Andrew
Gamble! Why, he lived just hous'
or two beyond. How could he die ant
they not know it at once? But ther'
it was: GAS we 60 to press, the pain
full news reaches US of the suddeI
death of our much-esteemed and we'll
known citizen, Andrew Gamble. 1t i:
too late to obtain particulars of the sat
event for today's ISSUE"
Luther Carter went to the door ant
called, "Cyry! Cyry!" imperatively
Cyrus shuffled slowly in and sat on th'
edge of chair, awed by the solemn
ty in his parents faces.
"Cyry, did you see An-did you SCI
the folks when you went to borrow th'
paper?"
Mrs. Carter groaned softly and wipet
her eyes on Cyrus's undarped sock.
"Nope-guess there wasn't anybody
at home. 1t looked all kind of shu
up" ,
Mrs. Carter groaned again. "Didn'
you see anybody, Cyry?" persisted
Luther. "Now you think real hard
Who came to the door ?"
"Nobody did. I walked in, after IL
kept knocking a while"
"But who gave you the newspaper
Cyry? Now you think"
Cyrus began to look embarrassed un
der this fire of mysterious questions.
"Well, nobody gave me the paper
I took it. It's always lying on th'
table, waiting to be taken. L gues
Mrs. CANDLES got sick of getting j
for me; and last time she told me tt
90 into the sitting-room and get it my
self. l had to hunt all round. 1t wa
under the sofa. Say, pa, why dom
we take our own paper?"
"Did she look as if she'd been cry
ing, Cyry ?" quavered Mrs. Carter.
~ didn't see her, 1 said-only ne
picture hanging up. That looked rea
solemn. guess somebody was crying