Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-11-27

strapping six footer, but soft and
fabby, drew back and refused to 60.
He was too late. Bills grip was CT his
collar and out they went into the SNOW,
and behind them Hi closed the door.
In vain the young fellow struggled to
wrench himself free from the hands
that had him by the shoulder and the
back Of the neck. took 1t all in from
the window. He might have been
boy for all the effect his plungings had
upon the long, stnewy arms that
gripped him 80 fercely. After min
ute's furious struggle the young fel-
low stood quiet, when Bill suddenly
shifted his grip from the shoulder to
the seat of his buckskin trousers. Then
began series of evolutions before the
house, up and down. forward and
back, which the unfortunate victim,
with hands wildly elutching at empty
air, was quite powerless to resist till
he was brought up. painting and gasp
ing, subdued, to standstill.
"Tll larn you agnostics and several
other kinds of tricks" said Bill In a
terrible voice, his drawl lengthening
perceptibly. Come round here, will
you, and shove your blanked second
handed trash down bur throats?" Bill
paused to get Words then, bursting out
In rising wrath: pc
"There amt nd sootable words for
sich conduct. BY the livin' JENNY
He suddenly swung us prisoner off his
feet. lifted him bodily and held him
over his head at arms length. "I've a
notion to-
Don't! Don't! Bbr heavens sake"
cried the struggling wretch. I'll stop
It! l willr'
Bill at once lowered him and set him
on his feet.
"All right! Shake!" he said, holding
out his hand. which the other took
with caution.
1t was remarkably sudden CONVEX
sion and lasting In Its effects. There
was no more agnosticism In the little
group that gathered around the Pilot
LOT Tue uiSutly EeduiuS.
The interest in the reading kept
growing night by night.
Seems as If the Pilot was gittin' In
his work." said Bill to me, and looking
at the grave. eager faces I agreed. He
was getting in his work with Bill, too;
though perhaps Bill did not know 1t.
I remember one night, when the others
had gone. the Pilot was reading to us
the parable of the talents and Bill was
particularly interested in the servant
who failed in his duty.
"Ornery cuss, chr he remarked.
"And gall, too, eh? Served him blamed
well right, in my oplnion!"
But when the practical bearing Of
the parable became clear to him. after
long silence, he said slowly:
"Well, that there seems to indicate
that, IT .-abodt timesfor. me- to get q
rustic on.n Then, after another silence,
he said hesitatingly: This here church
buildin' business now. do you think
that II perhaps count, mebbe? I guess
not. eh? 'Tain't much, of course, any,
way" Poor Bill he was like a child,
and the Pilot handled him with
mothers touch.
What are you best at. BillT
Bronco Dustin and CATTLE" said
Bill wonderingly. That's my line"
"Well, Bill. my line is preaching just
now and plotting, you know" The
Pilots smile was like sunbeam on
rainy day. for there were tears in his
eyes and voice. "And we have just got
to be faithful. You see what he says:
well done, good and faithful servant.
Thou hast been faithful"
Bill was puzzled.
Faithful" he repeated. docs that
mean with the cattle, perhaps"
"Yes, that's just it. Bill, and with
everything else that comes your way"
And Bill never forgot that lesson, for
l heard him. with a kind Of quiet en-
thusiasm, giving it to Hi as a great
find. Nov. call that fair DEAL" he
said to his friend. "Gives every man
show. No cards up the sleeve"
That's so," was HIS thoughtful re-
ply: distributes the trumps."
Somehow Bill came to be regarded
as an authority upon questions Of re-
ligion and morals. No one ever ac-
cused him of "gettin' religion" He
went about his work in his slow, quiet
way, but he was always sharing his
discoveries with "the boys" And If
any one puzzled him with subtleties he
never rested till he had him face to
face with the Pilot. And so 1t came
that these two drew to each other with
more than brotherly affection. When
Bill got into difficulty with problems
that have vexed the souls Of men far
wiser than he, the Pilot would either
disentangle the knots or would turn his
mind to the verities that stood out
sure and clear. and Bill would be con.
tent.
"That's good enough for me-" he
would say, and his heart would be at
rest.
TO BE CONTINUED.