Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-09-27
~ BY WILL N. HARDEN,
0 Author of
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"The
Land of the
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Mystery" Etc
By WILL N. HARDEN,
coo,,i.ht, 1905. by HARPER a BROTHERS

Hillyer, that I'm being hit at Ididn'1
come down here to talk over my-my
family matters with anybody"
1--WE are all worked up in sympathy
for George" Hillyer said coldly. But
knowing what l do about the hearts
O. yore daughter an George Buckley
feel like tellin' you to 60 to the deuce
with yore notions O. family honor
Major Cranston."
81 have not said I wanted to discuss
the matter with you," retorted the ma
jor sharply.
81 don't care whether you want to
discuss it or not" answered Hillyer'
"You are blind as bat. The man you
are trying to make yore gal marry Is
a dirty, sneaking coward, an'"-
"Why don't you tell him these
things?" broke in Cranston angrily.
Hes been told twice to his teeth by
friends O. mine an tuck it like a whip
ped pup"
you mean to tell me that Governor
Telfare let any man insult him without
resenting it?"
"Yes; he was low enough to meet
George Buckley on yore own lawn an
order him away as If he had been q
dog. The boy cussed i'm fer every
thing he could think of, all O. which
yore brag man took like a egg suckin'
dog. After that Bas Truitt went to
$o11 i'm q fhn1IOhf
Of i'm in his own house an then pull.
ed his ears good an sound an left i'm.
That's the man you are tryin' to link
to your lordly name-a man who to-
day, accordin' to reliable information,
Is a bankrupt an don't own the shirt
on his back-a man who never had any
standin' an only got into Office as
dark horse by the skin O. his teeth
when the party disagreed between two
respectable men. You want the truth;
I'm givin' it to you. Yore gal knows
what he is an despises i'm from the
bottom of her heart She loves George
Buckley, an she would marry i'm to-
day if she wasn't afeard you'd drap
dead Of heart disease. I don't believe
yore hearts got that sort O. disease.
DR.. Jobe says you eat too much an
that it's nothin' but yore old liver"
Cranston was as white as the pillow
behind him.
"Can you prove that Telfare isis
insolvent?" he asked.
"Yes, can"
"And that he refused to fight under
an insult like you say Buckley and
Truitt gave him?"
Eyes"
"Well, I'd like to have the proof"
"I'll git it fer you," said Hillyer. II
hain't got no time fer that now. see
Kenner comm from home. He'll know
how the pore boy is"
Hes doin' fine" Kenner declared as
he entered O moment later. ''The dan
ger is entirely over. It's just good
nussir' he needs now. Lord, he had
q close shaver
Hillyer's face melted into tenderness
Reaching out his hand to Cranston, he
said impulsively:
1--WE cayn't afford to quarrel at sech
a time, major. I'm so happy over that
boys escape that cayn't entertain
hard feelin'."
"Well, I'm sure wish him no harm" )"
said the Virginian as he gave his arm
to his servant and turned from the
room.
You got that news straight, did you,
Jim" asked the merchant eagerly.
From Jobe hisse'f. Oh, George II
pull through"
can thank God fer it," replied Hill.
yer reveretly as he sank into his
chair.
1--WE certainly have had time Of II
this week." said Kenner. "Jest think
how old Trabue's suffered"
"An' I'm thankful he's dom so well"
said Hillyer. ''They told me this
mornin' at his house that he was much
better"
Better? cried Kenner. "Why, he's
deadr
Dead! On, no. Jlm-no, Ho!
"Yes, he's gone. Mr.. Hillyer. They
come a-runnin' fer lobe about two
hours ago. but he didn't git thar in
time. They thought he was goin' to
make the rifle. but he tuck bad spell
all of sudden, an thar wasn't nc
holdin' i'm back"
Hillyer turned his back to the speak
er and leaned his head OH his hand
Kenncr looked at him curiously for
minute; then he said:
Il lowed I'd say, Mr.. Hillyer, that
know how to do Georges work. an TC
take it as a favor to keep it up till he's
able to come down."
But Hillyer was not listening.
81 say, | lowed But the merchan
was still inattentive, and kenner lef
the room. his eyes fixed in q puzzled
stare on the old man at the desk.
"I'n swear he's quar- old duck
Kenner unused as he walked TOWARD
the compress. his hands in his pock
cts. 81 never know how to take i'm"