Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-02-23

CnlnS uutll ue out VI Tue way.
The girl gave low cry with sharp
intake of breath. "Ah, one grows tired
of this everlasting American patience!
Why don't the Plattville people do
something before they
Its just as say" Briscoe answer
ed. "Our folks are sort Of used to
them. l expect we do about all we
can. The boys look after him nights,
but the main trouble Is that we can't
make him understand he ought to be
more afraid of them. If he'd lived here
all his life he would be. If they get
him there'll be trouble of an illegal ma
ture." He broke off suddenly and nod
ded to little old man in buck
board turning of from the road into
farm lane which led up to a trim cot
tage with a honeysuckle vine by the
door. That's Mrs. Wimby's husband"
said the Judge in an undertone.
Miss Sherwood observed that Mrs.
Wimby's husband was remarkable for
the exceeding plaintiveness Of his ex-
preston. He was a weazened, blank,
pale eyed little man, with thin white
mist Of neck whisker, and he was
dressed in clothes much too large for
him. No more inoffensive figure than
this feeble little old man could be i'm
agined. yet his was the distinction Of
having received hostile visit from his
neighbors of the Crossroads. A vaga-
bonding tinker, he had married the one
respectable person of the section,
widow. who had refused several gen.
tlemen at the Crossroads. and so COM
plete was the bridegroom's insignif-
canoe that to all the world his own
name was lost. The bride continued to
be known by her former name as Mrs.
Windy" and her spouse was usually
called "Widder Woman Wimby's hus-
band" or "Mr Windy" The bride sup
piled his wardrobe with the garments
of her former husband. and, alleging
this proceeding as the cause Of their
anger. the White Caps broke into the
farmhouse one night, tore the old man
from his bed and before his wife's eyes
lashed him with sapling shoots till he
was near to death. A little yellow cur
that had followed his master on his
wanderings was found licking the old
mans wounds. and they deluged the
dog with kerosene and then threw the
poor animal upon a bonfire they had
made and danced around In heartiest
enjoyment.
The man recovered, but that was no
palliation Of the offense to the mind Of
a hot eyed young man from the east
who was besieging the county authori-
ties for redress and writing birthstone
and saltpeter for his paper. The pow
ers Of the county proving either lack
adaisical or timorous, he appealed to
those Of the state, and he went every
night to sleep at a farmhouse the own.
err Of wuich had received warning
from the White Caps. and one night 1t
befell that he was rewarded. for the
raiders attempted an entrance. He and
the farmer and the farmers sons beat
off the narauders and did a satisfacto-
~ amount Of damage in return. Two
Of the White Caps they captured and
bound, and others they recognized.
rhon the state authorities hearkened to
the voice of the Herald and its owner.
There were arrests, and In the course
of time there was trial. Every pris.
oner proved an alibi-could have proved
a dozen--but- the editor Of the Herald,
after virtually conducting the prosecu.
ton, went UPON the stand and swore to
man after man. Eight men went to
the penitentiary on his evidence. five
of them for twenty years. The Platt.
willie brass band serenaded the editor OF
the Herald again.
There We're no more raids. and the
Six Crossroads men who were left kept
to their novels. appalled, and shaken.
but as time went by and left them un.
,rn'nstoi they recovered a measure OF
their hardness and began to think on
what they should do to the man who
had brought misfortune and terror up.
on them. For long time he had been
publishing their threatening letters and
warnings in column which he headed
"HumOr Of the Day."
When the Briscoe blackboard had left
the Crossroads far behind and had
come In sight Of Plattville MIR. Bris-
GOES visitor turned to Fisbee with u
repetition of the shiver that the laugh
ter Of Mir. Skillet had caused her und
said half under her breath, II wish-l
half wish-that we had not driven
through there" She clasped MIR. Fis.
bees hand gently. His eyes shone. He
touched her fingers with strange. shy
reverence.
"You will meet him tomorrow" he
said softly.
She laughed and pressed his hand.
Pm afraid not. was almost at his
side last night when Minnie asked him
to call on me. He wasn't even inter-
ested enough to look at me-"
Something over two hours later, as
Mr.. Tom Martin was putting things to
rights in his domain. the Dry Goods
Emporium. previous to his departure
for the evenings gossip and checkers
at the drug store. he stumbled over
something soft lying on the floor be.
hind q counter. The thing rose and
would have evaded him, but he put out
his hands and pinioned it and dragged
It to the show window, where the light
Of the fading day defined his capture.
The capture shrieked and squirmed
and fought earnestly. Grasped by the
shonlder- he held q lean, fierce eyed,