Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-05-02

streetS. between leaning houses and
noisy wineshops The night was chill
and foggy for the time Of year At
some of the doorways torches and
massive lamps glowed dimly l entered
the Unicorn's Head. and upon making
inquiries for the Cavalier Tom Beverley
and hearing that he had not arrived I
seated myself at an obscure table in the
corner Of the room.
Men Of all classes were drinking and
gaming around me. Some were talking
of the war. which still fzzled along the
boundaries, and some Of trade, and
few of the court A casual glance at
group of cavaliers in the center Of the
room caused the blood to throb up over
my face Howard, the English knave
and baronet, sat there. with his face
turned toward me- He was flushed with
wine and talking fuently for 30 morose
and caustic fool While I sat there
staring, wondering if a sudden rush at
him would prove wise, the door opened.
and in strutted my little fair .comrade,
Tom Beverley 1 knew that he saw me,
though his face showed no recognition.
He had scarcely come six PAGES into the
room when up sprang the baronet
with curse, and made as If to snatch
loose pistol. Tom paused and looked
up at him with a fine air Of bored in
difference.
"If you wish to dispatch me, why
not use your sword, or has 1t been taken
from your" he drawled
The other men in the room turned
about in their seats-some grinning,
the more peaceful puckering their
brows. The men at Howard's table
cried for him to chastise the young cub
I sat still, but under the folds Of my
long cloak my rapier lay bare. Beverley
emiled. and Howard hesitated. I re-
membered Tom having told me that
they had fought before. Perhaps the
older man bore painful memories Of
that fight
Tom broke the silence. Didn't the
cadet of LISTENS give back your swordf"
he asked, looking interested.
That started it all. and the baronet,
red with fury. went stabbing at him
across the room My friend could not
Withstand the onset Of his fellow coun-
tryman at first. and 80 followed close,
with my fingers itching on the hilt.
Tables were upturned. and wine crept
over the floor The men, especially
those deep in liquor, swore and laughed
I was pressed close to Beverley
"Be ready to help me break to the
door" he muttered.
Then. six inches from the wall. he
stood firm and played at his antagonists
eyes. The men yelled in admiration.
The landlord wept at the spilling Of his
wine l thrilled with fine pride at my
dear comrades skill. In a minute the
crowd saw that Beverley was playing
with the baronet, but they did not
seem to realize that so little a fellow
would take life. The hardening Of his
face, however, revealed to me fateful
purpose. There was a scraping, clang-
ing parry. lunge, cry, and the
baronet reeled back, grabbing with
bloody fingers at his side l rushed at
the door, smashed it down and dragged
Beverley out after me into the street
Then we ran at the top of our speed.
The palace of the royal house of Clio.
burg stands near the outskirts OF the
city in q level park. unlike that OF
atenburg. which is approached by a
steep hill When we reached the park
gates, we paused to draw breath. Bev-
erley leaned against me, faint from the
fight and the fight. All was quiet, as
no fierce death had occurred in the
towns heart. For moment we lis
tened; then Beverley cried. "Great
Godl I have left my sword there. and
the kings arms and mine on the
guardr' l did not speak at first. but
looked down at his hatless head on my
shoulder. Ruin for my friend-the
whole national importance Of the duel
had come to me-stared me in the face.
"We will have to go away-ride for
the mountainsl" l said presently.
"We2 Why we2" he groaned. look
ing up.
"Man, do you think l care no more
for my friends than wine merchant
for his clerks2 am glad of the rogue's
death-I will not deny it-and will
fee with you"
LISTENS he said in his English
way. II believe you are the best fellow
in God world. But have done right
In killing the brute7'
II would have done it myself else.
I answered.
Just then a bell rang out in the town
angrily
calling out the royal guard to ar
rest one of their own men. said Bev-
erley. smiling family.
We made all speed to the stables and
found part Of the guard saddling l or
dered Hagart to be got ready The men
all fine fellows-spoke to me.
"Are you coming with us9' they
asked, and l nodded. Little they thought
that the man they were after. was the
pet Of their squad and at that moment
seeing to his girth in the very midst OF
them. Twelve of US rode out Of the yard,
and at the corner of the park wall Bev-
erley and | gave them the slip. We
spurred hotfoot to the gates and found
them closed
"No one may pass. An English no.
bleman has been killed. said the old
keeper
Beverley had fresh sword in his
scabbard. He wore his guardsman's
uniform. 1--WE are after him. he said
quietly. rode up to the fellow and told